In My Hour of Need

Chapter 27: Last chapter

A day passed and we had a concert at 8 P.M. that night. That meant that the date was October 8th, finally, so we could get out of this fucking place that had only caused us trouble. I woke up and I looked at Junior, the only guy I had ever loved this much in my life. He was still sleeping. I kissed his forehead, and he woke up. "Morning", he mumbled, squinting his eyes. "Morning, sweetie", I replied, slightly smiling at him. He rubbed his eyes, and sat up. So did I, and draped an arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you nervous about the show tonight or something?", he asked me, "You don't normally act like this". I hadn't realized I was acting any different at all, but I guess I was over average sweet to him, but I think he deserved it, since he had done so much for me, and I had done close to nothing for him. And besides, I was still kind of ashamed to have turned out as gay. "Nah, I'm not nervous", I replied, "I just want you to know how much I love and cherish you". He looked at me with a face of mixed feelings. Among them was confusion, slight fear and worry, but he was blushing, which meant that he liked my new behavior. "Uh...", he stuttered, "I love you too, Dave..." I just smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the lips, then going out of bed to get ready for the day.

We decided to just head straight to the venue we were playing at that night, since we didn't have much to do anyways, wanting to avoid Metallica as much as possible. Junior was standing in the middle of the room, playing his bass. I silently admired him, doing routines of my own on my guitar. I was thinking about the show we were about to play. Starting with Wake up Dead, launching into Skull Beneath the Skin... I went through the set list in my head, and then thought about my big plan. My plan with Junior, as we were planning to play our new song: In My Darkest Hour. It was the last song on our show. It's not like I was planning to propose to him or anything, but... yeah, you'll see.

The show was getting closer and closer, as I got more and more nervous about it. I was starting to sweat, and Junior kept wondering what was wrong with me. He thought I was sick or something, and needed a bucket to throw up in. Hell, I might actually need it. I was walking around in circles with my hands behind my back, thinking it through over and over. What if I messed up? God, what was I going to do if that happened? I didn't have a lot of time to think about it.

"Get the fuck out there!", one of our roadies yelled at me, pushing me onto the stage. I eventually did as told, and started Wake up Dead. The other guys followed. As we were playing, I got less nervous about the whole situation. The crowd was awesome, I was sure they'd understand.

The time quickly passed, and we were about to start the intro to our new song. I quickly grabbed the mic. "Wait, guys, hang on, I wanna say something", I said. Jeff gave Chuck a confused look, but Chuck didn't understand what was happening either. Junior looked slightly nervous though. I looked behind my back to look at my bandmates, then turned back to the audience. I thought my plan through one last time, as I went over to Junior. "I'm not ashamed anymore", I told him, grabbing his hand, leading to the front of the stage. I grabbed the mic once again, taking a deep breath. "OK, I'm just gonna go ahead and say it", I sighed, still holding Junior's hand, "I love this guy, with all of my heart, and I'll never stop. I just want you all to know that I don't care, I'm not ashamed anymore". And with that, I raised Junior's hand up in the air, for everyone to see. If they loved it or not, I'll never know, and I'll never care. I wasn't listening. All I cared about... I was holding his hand.

The End