I stormed out of the dressing roomfuming with Brian hot on my heels. The dressing room door was slammed behind him and we were left alone. We both stood on opposite sides of the hallway glaring at one another not saying anything. The silence lasted a few minutes until he finally broke it.
"I'm sorry" He said it so quietly, I wasn't sure if I had just imagined it. But of course he must have, or else he wouldn't be giving me the expectant look he was now, like he wanted me to apologize too.
"Good." I finally said. "You should be."
"What the hell is your problem?!" He shouted. "I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?"
"I don't have a problem." I yelled. "It's you that seems to!"
"Me?! I tried to be nice to you already and you just seem too twist everything I do to offend you in some way."
"I don't twist anything." I said defiantly. "And you've been a complete assholeto me since I've met you."
"God you are the most stubborn person I have ever met! Why can't you just be normal for to seconds?"
"Well excuse me for actually having a brain." I snapped.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He demanded.
"Oh don't insult my intelligence." I said rolling my eyes. "I know your kind."
"What do you mean my kind?"
"You musicians arre all the same. You think that because you can play guitar that it immediately makes you some kind of a God and that you can get any girl you want. Which, no doubt, you already have."
"Excuse me?" He asked angrily. "That is not-"
"Oh save it." I spat before walking down the hall. "Go fuck a groupie."
Brian didn't follow me, thankfully, and I went through the door at the end of the hall leading out to where the audience was. Well...where it used to be. The crowds of people had all left and the venue was now completely empty. But to my disappointment, the bartenter was also gone, leaving with my chance of getting something to make this night atleast a little better.
The room look somewhat larger to me now that there weren't people packed wall to wall, and the floor was littered with trash and cigarette butts. I looked up at the stage to see that all of the equiptment was still set up including a keyboard. As much as I tried, I couldn't resist. I hadn't played in so long, and I truly did miss it.
My feet had worked on their own accord and I was now standing behind the keyboard looking longingly at the keys. Before I knew it ,y fingers stretched out towards the keys and I started to play.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow." I sang as I played. "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now."
It was like I had never stopped playing the piano. Like riding a bicycle, it was just something I never forgot.
" And all I can taste is this moment. And all I can breathe is your life. 'Cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight. And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everythings made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
My fingers flowed over the keys, not missing a single note as zI continued to sing.
"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive. And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken. I just want you to know who I-"
