The star and Cleaner.

4

Tom
As I worked picking up fallen rubbish from seats I couldn't help but frown as there was no practice. There was a scheduled show tonight.

I hadn't seen Tord all day in fact. Usually I'd catch glimpses of him walking about but not today. I quickly finished up and walked around trying to find Edd or Matt. Luckily both were stood together. Both sat looking at some kind of leaflet. "Hey guys."

I approached and Edd smiled "Hey Tom! How's it going?"

I smiled back "it going good. Do you by any chance happen to know where Tord is?"

Matt perked up "oh yes we were meant to have a show today but he's attending his fathers memorial. He died on this day last year so he wanted to tend to the memorial to make sure it was clean kept."

"Oh thank you Matt. Do you know where it is?"

"I think it's Trinity Church's cemetery. You won't be able to miss the memorial." He replied, grateful the two had a good relationship so Matt could give me answers.

"Thanks I'll see you two later."
They waved a little in response and I made my way out. It was fairly cold and I didn't have a warm jacket. Eat, sleeping and living in the place you work means I don't have to go out that often so jackets wasn't really a necessity.

I knew where the church was, anyone would be crazy not to know where the nearest church was these days. If we needed to repent it was the place we'd be forced to go. I had been there a fair lot when I was a little boy. Thanks to my mother.

I walked through the gate, the leaves crunching as I walked over them. Matt said I wouldn't be able to miss the memorial so I'm guessing it was the giant on in the middle of the yard. It was a building itself, a door led inside. It was slightly open as a familiar angelic voice flowed out. The voice sung quietly but the silence the cemetery brought made it clear. So I stood by the door and looked as Tord knelt down in front of a small door inside the building.
"Too many years
Fighting back tears
Why can't the past
Just die?
Wishing you were
Somehow here again
Knowing we must
Say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength
To try
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across
The wasted years
Help me say
Goodbye"

His voice cracked at the end and it didn't take much to realise he was in fact crying. I shuffled a bit and that got his attention "Oh Tom. Thank goodness it's you."

He was happy I was here? "Yes it's me. I was worried about you." I walked slightly in more and stood next to his crouching figure. He stood up though and looked back down at the little door. I couldn't exactly read the plaque above it but I'm guessing it said his name.

I watched as Tord wiped his eyes constantly "you know what, I hated my father. I hated him so much. The way he brought me up, the way he taught me to become a priest like him, the way he disowned me and kicked me out when I said I wanted to be a performer." He shook his head as i stayed quiet "my father was a priest, his father was a priest, his fathers father was a priest. I always hated him because of the lifestyle he gave me. And now I can't tell him how much I actually appreciated him. How much I did in fact love him even I said differently. I can never say a proper goodbye."

By this point he was completely sobbing. I did the only thing I could think of and embraced him. I didn't know if it was bad that I felt giddy about knowing these personal thoughts but I did. "If he could see you now, he be very proud of you." Tord sniffed "you are the most talented, selfless person I know. You may not be able to say goodbye to him in person but I know he's looking over you as we speak. I bet he's really happy that you can finally admit that you actually do love him so much."

Tord tightened his grip on me "thank you Tom. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I smiled slightly at the star and linked my arm through his "come on then, let's get you back so you can take a nap"

So we both walked out the building and out the churches ground but not bride Tord took a glance at the building.

"By the way, I've never heard that song before"

"It was one I wrote a few months after I had found out about my fathers death"

"Well it's truly beautiful"
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The song I used is called Wishing You were here somewhere by Andrew Lloyd Webber.

It's from The Phantom of the Opera, it was this musical that inspired me to write this book.

Thanks for reading

-LunaK