Make A Wish

Chapter 27

Jason's pov

I was rocking the stage, having a blast, listening to the screaming fans and the loud drumbeats. "This is the life." I say gladly. "Y'all give it up for the best damn band on the planet everybody!! Rich, Kurt, and Tully, you guys make it a blast!" Man I'm on a happy high! I just love my job. A sudden jab of pain shoots up my leg. I try my best to ignore it but it was so sudden it through me off my game. I fight through the pain. "My opener, Mitchy Patterson!" I point to sidestage where my wheelchair bound friend was. "Come on out girl!" She wheels herself out. I jump off the steps, stumbling a little. "Let's sing the first time again duet." "Ok." I turn ack to the ground and walk down the middle to my mic stand. "We're gonna rock it now guys!" I was about to start the song when the pain in my leg grew worse. I gently rub my leg with the back of my boot, trying to look inconspicuous about it. But I get it Sierra is watching me right now, she's shaking her head, thinking I told ya so. I try not to laugh just thinking about. I get through my half of the song, trying desperately to ignore the incessant pain in my damn leg. "Stupid earthquake." I mutter, rubbing the back of my leg while Michelle sings Kelsea's part for this song. I'm gonna have to take some pain pills. Luckily I have some in my pocket. I just don't want the crowd to see me taking pills. I grab a beer and sit down on the step in front of Rich's drumset. I sneakily take them and stand back up to sing the chorus when my leg completely gives out. "God dammit." I mutter, embarrassed. My face is probably redder than a tomato. I stand up using the steps. I start to lose my balance again then feel an arm around my waist, catching me from smashing into the concrete. I look up confused and see Kurt. "Oh uh thanks." I mumble, even more embarrassed. "You alright?" He asks, taking his guitar off. "I'm fine." I lie pathetically, wiping the sweat off my face. My leg hurts like a motherfucker. I try to put weight on my leg but can't. "Dammit what do I do?!" "The doctor was right. Ya need to rest your leg." He says, helping me sit down on the steps. Michelle too over, singing songs. "How'd you know the doctor said that?" "Um... We were there the second time he warned you." Oh yeah. I forgot. "Ugh. I don't wanna rest. I wanna play my shows!" "Your fans will understand." "But... But I-" "Stop it. You're acting like a kid." "Ugh no I'm not." I stubbornly mutter. I struggle to my feet, leaning on Kurt for support and close the show. Then I collapse exhaustedly to my back backstage on the ground.