everlong

blinded by love

September 3rd, 1992, Rio De Janeiro
My veins throbbed as i pounded hard on the drums. Kurts voice screamed loudly into the mic, while krist hopped around the stage. Kurt approached the camera, undoing his pajama pants.

He spit on the camera lens, before flashing it quickly. The crowd roared.

I grinned to myself and kept playing. We played Stay Away and School before finally ending the set. I chugged a whole bottle of water while drying my face off.

"That was really great." Krist said, panting. I nodded, my mouth full of water. I turned my heel, colliding with another body. I felt myself fall back onto the floor. "Oh god, I'm a klutz." A soft, high pitched voice said.

The woman that sat in front of me pulled me into a trance. She had strawberry blonde hair that reached her shoulders, and freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Her green eyes were wide and frantic. She wore a yellow sundress and some ankle boots. "No, don't be sorry. That was my fault." I chuckled, shaking my head. She smiled and brushed some hair from her face.

"I'm Rosie." She said. "Dave. Its nice to meet you." I stuck out my hand for her to shake. Hers was soft and warm.

"You guys were great. I got some great shots." She said, flashing a toothy grin. "So you're a photographer? That's really cool." She blushed and tucked some hair behind her ear. I found myself getting lost in her eyes.

"Dave?" Kurt asked, snapping me out of the trance I had been in. He had a suspicious look on his face. "We gotta go." He said, his eyes shifting to Rosie. "Give me a sec?" He slowly nodded.

"So, how much longer will you be here?" She asked. "2 more days." "Really? We should get a cup of coffee." She suggested. "Yeah, that'd be nice." I grinned, feeling myself blush.

"Well, you've better get back to the band." She said, looking a little disappointed. I nodded and waved bye. "Who's that?" Kurt asked as soon as I was within ear shot.

"Rosie. She's a photographer." I muttered, avoiding his intense stare. He kept quiet. "You're acting weird. What is it?" He sighed. "I see the way you look at her, man. I've fucked up a relationship this way, and you don't wanna follow in my footsteps. Watch your step." He said quietly, not looking into my eyes anymore.

I scoffed and shook my head. "You're being ridiculous. You don't know what I think." I said, not even fully believing the words rolling off my tongue. Kurt simply sighed.

"Just don't hurt Julia. She's a sister to me." He grumbled, before walking away.

I was fuming. I angrily trudged back to our hotel, which wasn't far. Why does he just assume? Fucking know it all. I swiped the key and pushed the door to our room open.

I dug into my pockets for my lighter. Smoke filled the space around me. I sighed and went out onto the balcony.

After pondering for a while, I realized I had taken some missteps.

Julia. She's a journalist too. Why didn't I say "oh, my girl friend is a photographer!" When I stared into her deep blue eyes, why wasn't I reminded of Julia's striking ones?

No, no. Its not happening. She's just a friend.

Just a friend.