It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 50-Leaky Con Panel

Chapter 50

"Pick up your head you lazy ass," a voice mutters in my ear jokingly. I sit up slowly, Dylan smiling down at me.

"Fuck off," I whisper.

"Seriously Alex, you really shouldn't be here if you have a concussion. Loud noises, bright lights, reading some stuff, everything. You could vomit, pass out, make it worse--"

"Thanks Dr. Saunders I'll be sure to remember all of those things before our next consult," I sarcastically remark, rubbing my temples as I place my glasses back on my face.

"You should really be listening to Dylan, Alex," Nicki says, standing over me with her arms lying on her belly--again. "You're not ready for this yet."

"Jesus Christ," I mutter under my breath. "Just stop you guys. I have a concussion, I wasn't shot."

"No, just assaulted," Clark says.

"Maybe I was just mistaken for an actress in something they're shooting here."

Load of bullshit.

"You know that's not true," Nicki complains.

"You know I don't care," I mock her.

"What are you guys doing?" Nick asks, approaching our little group sitting in the corner. "Alex why are you here I thought you weren't coming today?"

"I used my magical powers of being a Starkid to heal myself to come to the event," I say with as much sarcasm and cleverness as I can muster. "Because I'm a unicorn."

Nick looks at me like I just shat bricks. "Umm...okay?"

"She's still in pain but she insisted on coming today," Clark tells him.

"Are you gonna be okay then?" He asks.

I nod slowly. "Yes, yes now stop worrying please and go tell the people out there that we can go out."

"We'll be on in ten seconds. Please take it easy up there, Alex," Nick says as he leaves.

I shake my head with a sarcastic smile on my face. "Yeah sure."

"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Dylan snaps. "And don't use that concussion as an excuse."

They already know someone broke into my place. They already know someone attacked me. They already know I have depression. They already know I have a concussion. So what the hell isn't wrong with me?

"And now, introducing the Starkids!" A voice calls before I can answer Dylan.

I hoist myself up, put on my sunglasses and shrug. "Well, looks like I'll have to answer that question later, buddy."

Masking my pain and anger and fear with sarcasm isn't working so far.

"Brian Holden! Joe Walker! Dylan Saunders! Lauren Lopez! Nick Strauss! Joey Richter! Nicki McKay! Meredith Stepien! Eric Kahn Gale! Jaime Lyn Beatty! Corey Lubowich! Joe Moses! Clark Baxtresser! Alex Rose!" I sigh, put on a fake smile and walk out with Clark on my arm as the audience continues to cheer. "Denise Donovan! Alle-Faye Monka! Elona Finlay! Brittney Coleman! Jim Povolo! A.J Holmes! Nick Lang! And...Matt Lang where'd he go? Oh he's over there."

The audience cheers on Matt as he makes his way up to the stage, Holden, Walker and a few of the guys "whooping". Those weirdos.

When he finally makes it to the stage, Holden starts talking to everyone through a broken microphone at first, causing the audience to laugh. Clark looks over at me and shrugs, but I just turn and face the audience, full of teenage girls, with the occasional boy scattered around. I don't actually see any parents, which is actually good for the image of Starkid because I know a some parents were at SPACE tour and I saw a bunch at Apoclyptour, too. And trust me when I say that a lot of them obviously didn't want to be there as soon as I saw all of them.