Lyrical

Chapter 2

 

 Chapter 2

My eyes fill with joy. I had never thought I would ever be able to do something as fun as going to a music festival for a week. All my favourite bands, including Bastille, are going to this festival and I can finally see them live. Artie, Jock and Jessie had planned the coolest trip ever, and I am thankful to them for the rest of my life. This is exactly the distraction I need, a trip that included music. My playlist has helped me through the year. I remember laying on my bed, listening to my playlist on repeat, forgetting my problems. The bands that have helped me through this devastating year. I am thankful to these amazing people who make music as a living.

My thoughts forget about the whole issue and the devil on my shoulder leaves me, hopefully for good. At least, for now, I want to have fun with my friends and I want to forget about my past and look forward to what the future holds. I am done with everything! It’s time for a new start and the best way to start it, is to go to a music festival with the best people. Anyone could wish for friends like them but I’m lucky that my wish is true…

**

“Adelaine, wake up.. Laine,” My eyes slowly open to the sight of Artie. “Artie?” What is Artie doing here… My mind immediately tells me it’s true, they are here with me!

“Yes?” Artie replies. I look up at him and say, “Nothing.” “Sorry to wake you… but we need to talk.” Artie’s eyes look shocked.

I look around and see that Jock and Jessie are asleep. Jock is sitting in a chair, leaning against the window. Jessie’s head is on his lap and her short legs swing over the arm rest. I realize we are on the night train to Jock’s grandmother. We will stay there a couple of days and then we will go to the festival. His grandmother lives in Paris which is a while away from Holland. The festival is in Paris.

I realize Artie wants to talk to me and I know what about, “Artie it’s okay…”

He cuts me off, tears in his eyes. He grabs my hand, “Laine, it’s because of me… because of me this whole thing happened. It’s all my fault and I just don’t….” Tears stream down his face. “Artie, I don’t want you to ever think it’s your fault. Xavier is just an ass.” Saying his name hits me and it hurts.

I pull Artie into the chair next to me and hug him tightly. Now I start crying too. Artie was always the one that came to me with a problem and I’ve seen him cry so many times so it isn’t awkward. But I feel bad because even though none of this is his fault, he will never forgive himself.

**

Jock and Jessie are awake now and discussing some issue that didn’t bother me. I am sitting with Artie. I told him some things that had been going on this past year. It was hard to keep all the tears back but he needed to know. In about two hours we would arrive in Paris. Everyone is excited. Besides Jock, none of us have ever been to Paris. Another reason for the excitement is, of course, the festival.