Stay with me || Shawn Mendes

1. How it all began

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Stepping onto the small stage I felt all eyes settling on my small body that has built the courage to present it's self.

I get closer to the microphone that was settled in front of me, take a tighter grip of my guitar, and clear my throat.

"Tonight I'm going to perform 'Give me love' by Ed Sheeran." I smile hiding in my nervousness and begin playing the guitar to one of my favorite songs.

"Give me love like her,

'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,"

My soul is filled with peace as my fingers ran through the guitar's strings. I could play it forever and never get tired of the sweet sound that always pleases my ears.
Music is like a mother that's hugging her fragile child, protecting it from the world and creating a new one where there are no worries and regrets. Sadly there comes a time when the mother has to let go of her child for it to face the real world. Same goes for music, it takes us in a different world only for a little while and then you come back to reality realizing that you've come back to this cruel world.

Just as I was starting on the chorus of the song, my strong voice that had once rang through the speakers was now gone. I no longer heard my voice through the small speakers. The microphone somehow stopped working and the audience couldn't hear me anymore. I look to my right making sure everything is alright in the backstage.
To my surprise my eyes land on a tall guy standing there with a guitar attached to his back and a cable in one of his hands.

Wait, a cable?

My eyes widen as I see a malicious smile appear on his face.

I quickly snap my head back to the audience who's faces are filled with confusion. "Sorry. Just some small technical issues." I smile awkwardly apologizing. I walk across the stage carrying my guitar with me and enter the backstage.

"What are you doing?" I whisper-scream to the unknown guy that is holding the cable of my microphone. Who does he think he is?

I stretch my arms and even jump for the cable that he was holding up high, but apparently I am too short compared to his probably six foot frame.

"I'm sorry to disrupt, my ladie. But it's a little bit uncomfortable watching you perform a song that perhaps was meant for me to do so." His small accent revealed from his mouth with a polite smile on it's confronting face. I furrow my eyebrows examining his features.

"I'm sorry to hear that mister-whatsoever-your-name-is. But if you would of came here earlier, maybe we would of figured something out." I calmly say while pointing my finger at him. "Now will you please give me back that cable?" I open one of my hands in order for him to place it in there.

"This cable?" He smirks holding it even higher.

"Yes. Don't play dumb with me."
Who does he think he is? Some kind of cute tall guy that can simply ruin my performance? No way I'm letting that happen.

"No." He smiles.

"Yes." I sarcastically smile back and jump up for the cable; just like a puppy. He moves and raises his hand even higher then turns abound every time I am getting close to smack the object out of his hands.