Frisson

Chapter 3

Hey all you lovely readers!  Thank you ever so much for sticking with this story!  I do hope you're enjoying it!  In this chapter, it's concert time so get ready for some music!  This chapter was a witch to write, so I apologize in advance if it's not the best I've done.  But I won't keep you from it any longer, go forth and read and be merry!

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*Eliza's POV*

 One more stroke.  Now another around the edge.  Almost done…and yes, there it is.

A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I add the finishing line to the most recent sketch in my journal.  The worn out leather of the book is frayed and scarred, but still faithfully holds the countless pages of my assorted drawings and writings with solemn ease.  There’s no real system or theme to the old book as it’s mainly a chronicle of my day-to-day thoughts and dreams; an aggregation of the random strings of words that trail through my mind at every hour of the day and night.  Still, this journal holds the first outlines of all my stories, poetry, and sketches all while being splashed and splattered with various quotes that speak to some part of me.  This collection of my imagination is as much a part of me as my own right hand and I know I’d be just as lost without it.

My pencil hovers over the open page as I gather my thoughts to date the piece.  August 19, 2014.  The lead flashes across the last edge of the four right as Sam’s hand flies out to smack me in the arm and shove my hand (the hand holding the pencil, mind you) back across my freshly completed drawing. 

I choke back a dozen curse words and fix her with my best evil eye as I struggle not to beat her about the head with my faithful journal.  Dammit Samantha! 

“God Bless it all, Sam!  I just finished this!” I snap at her.

Naturally, she hasn’t heard a word I’ve just said.  Instead, her attention is fixed on the stage about fifty yards in front of us while her hands begin to smack me in a frenzied, staccato pattern. 

I swear, I’m going to invest in a travel-sized spray bottle so that I can spritz her with freaking water like a damn cat when she acts like this!

 I open my mouth again to insist she tell me exactly what she is freaking out over when my question is answered for me.  With an accompanying chorus of screaming voices, the lights on the stage flash to life just as music begins to blare deafeningly from the speakers.

The concert has begun.

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The boys of 5SOS troop out onto the stage amid the deafening screams of the crowd below.  They each take up their places on the set and launch into their first song about underwear of all things.  Weird…

I haven’t really listened to a whole lot of their music since they aren’t really my genre, but this little Australian foursome has an incredible knack for working the audience and connecting with their listeners. Their songs are pretty catchy too, and I find myself humming along without really realizing it.  Next to me, Sam is unconsciously tapping her toes to the beat and mumbling the lyrics under her breath as the four boys move fluidly from song to song, chatting to the crowd between each set.

For almost an hour, the Australian band works the crowd and gets them excited for the main event until their time is finally up.  They exit the stage to disappointed cries as the platform is cast into darkness for the stage crew to set up the arrangement for One Direction.

After nearly fifteen minutes of near complete darkness, the lights go up on a blank stage as the first chords of a now familiar piano intro pound through the arena.  The roar of the crowd shoots up an octave and multiplies tenfold as Liam, the first band member, strides onto the set through a cloud of smoke singing the opening lines of the song in his characteristically smooth voice.