Blame Me

Chapter 2

        Chapter 2

        Jace

　　Screaming. 

　　All I heard was screaming. 

　　God, please let me still have my hearing after this, I prayed silently in my head as I waited for my cue to walk out on stage. 

　　Most people would think that after spending the whole summer going on tour, that I would be used to the screaming but I guess I was an exception. 

　　“My cookie!” I hear someone yell from somewhere behind me. I was tempted to see who this person, who sounded quite devastated about their cookie, was, but right as I was turning around the PA gave me my cue to go on stage. 

　　 As I walked to the front of mic it seemed that it had somehow had gotten louder. At least ten minutes had past as I stood on the extremely lit stage, staring out at a sea of people - a great majority of them were girls - who were losing their minds, screaming out who knows what. But they looked excited, so I was happy. Well, I guess I was also really happy about the fact that they were screaming for me. 

　　Once the crowd became a bit quieter I leaned into the mic and said, “How are you all doing?” 

　　Those simple words created a huge frenzy in the crowd, causing the screaming to start up again. I smiled widely at them all, it was awesome to know that they were so keen on hearing me sing. It felt good. 

　　“I can’t hear you!” I yelled into the mic trying - and successfully achieving - to pump up the crowd. 

　　When the noise died down once again I strummed the guitar that was strapped around my shoulder. I felt the vibrations under my fingertips and my own excitement bubbled over in my chest. 

　　“It’s wonderful to be here tonight, to support such a great cause, and to perform for all of you,” I started my intro, “So, I thought we would start the night with something to pump you all up,” 

　　Another round of screaming and cheering erupted from in front of me causing my smile to grow even more, “Sing along if you know it,” I told the swarm of people. 

　　I looked over to Matt who was playing the drums to the side of me and he gave me a thumbs up, so I played a few chords on my guitar before leaning into the mic and singing the first line of one of my songs. Which, if my manager is anyone to go off of, has been quite successful.

　　“Heaven, heaven forgive me again, I didn’t know hurt went this far,” As the words left my mouth, a rush passed through me. It was like I had taken a dive in the ocean on a hot summer day, refreshing and blissful, the only place that you wanted to be. 

　　This stage was the only place that I wanted to be, singing, making people happy. 

        “The lightening can’t blind me like you did,” I sang, pouring my all into my song, “But the thunder, the thunder is deep in my bones,”

        There was something addicting about singing to a crowd, no matter how big or small it was. There would be performances where I would spent weeks preparing for, and other shows where I only knew I was sing three minutes before hand. But no matter what it was the same feeling of excitement, of joy, of exhileration ran through me. It was pouring your heart and soul into your music, right there, right in front of people you did and didn't know, and in that moment of vulnerbility I felt my music being more than a strum of a guitar or a catchy lyric. 

　　After performing three songs, I said goodbye to the crowd and went backstage with an ultimate high. There was no feeling like the feeling of sharing something you loved.