Patience and Love

Chapter 8: It's Her!

--------------Dianna's Point of View-----------

I smiled and looked around at the crowd. The lights were bright, I was drenched in sweat, but it was all worth it. Playing the drums was my favorite thing to do, and just recently I started doing it for a living. After college I worked in an office for a little, then I got my big break. I'm now working with black veil brides. We are working on a record deal.

I looked around the room some more at all the screaming fans, they were watching Andy as he walked across the stage talking. They were soaking in his every word.

My eyes for some reason slid down to the lower front of the stage and I felt myself still. There standing in the front of the crowd was Margarett. THE Margarett. She looked pretty much the same as in high school. Her hair was a little darker, a little longer. She was in basically a blue scrap of a shirt. It showed her skin. Her porcelain like, perfect skin. I thought so many times about kissing the spot on her shoulder.

I faintly shook my head as her eyes drilled into mine. I'm sure she couldn't tell I was looking at her, but maybe she could. She was smart. I seen her sister by her, Anne. But no one else around. So it was just them.

I pulled my focus away from her, if I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from walking over and sliding off the stage by her. I re-adjusted the glasses on my face as we started to play the last song. I needed to see her.

I closed my eyes and let my hands fly, gripping the sticks, but not too hard so they didn't break and cut my hand. It had happened before, it wasn't pretty. It hurt like a bitch. When the song was over we stood and slid off the stage, fans ran up. But not jumping on us. They just came close talking and smiling. I scanned the crowd, I didn't see her.. I needed to see her...

--- Margarett POV--------------

I smiled as I sat by Anne and shook my head. I had coaxed her to come back to the bar and sit before she noticed the drummer too. Apparently I wasn't quick enough. She seen her and apparently noticed I was staring at her. She started grilling me about her, if I thought about her at all, if I still liked her. Which I answered No to both.

You're lying' She said, I looked down. I wouldn't consider myself a bad liar but...apparently she could see through my lies.

I'm not lying..' I said, I sighed and turned in my bar stool, Anne did too. My eyes instantly went to the stage where they stood, greeting the fans. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I looked to the bar and got a refill, I wished I was old enough to drink. I held small talk with Anne for a little longer before her boyfriend showed up.

He was out of town for a little and he surprised her. She mouthed sorry, no doubt for leaving me, and slid onto the dance floor with him. I sat there alone for a little longer. I sighed, alone.

I glanced up as the bar stool next to me got pulled out and someone sat down