Remember, I told you

Leaving is Easier

A/N: Enjoy this chapter. A continuation of the performance night. This one also gets pretty exciting but in a different way from "Cinderblock Graden." A bit more of the past is acknowledged here. Give it a read and let me know what you think.

We stood there, just looking at one another letting everything else fade away. I barely noticed the deafening cheers from the crowd or the movement along the stage. To everyone else, it was a show, but I wasn't sure as Ryder stared down at me.

Suddenly we heard someone backstage yell "Fuck! Wrong one! Pull it down!"

Another voice echoed, "Shit! It's opening, already." A frantic running followed with someone shouting "Someone get to the other side and fucking close it!!!"

"I'm going!" a woman's voice rang. "Which moron pulled the wrong one?! This is why we rehearsed this shit! So this wouldn't happen!"

I took a step back from Ryder as he let go of my waist. Completely confused, we looked around to see Dylan and Xander with similar confusion spread across their faces. Cas was just running towards us from the side of the stage, shouting something, but over the screaming backstage and the noise of the crowd, hearing her was hopeless. She animatedly mouthed something as she continued running. I looked to Ryder to see if he understood, but he looked back at me and shook his head, his brows arched in concern.

Just then, the muffled noises of the audience became crystal clear. A slow whirring noise mixed in which the cheers that were beginning to grow louder and louder. Our backs were turned away from the stage in trying to figure out what was happening in the back. Dylan was the only one facing the front, still seated at drums.

His eyes quickly bugged out and his jaw hit the floor as he yelled, "Fuck!"

I started to turn around, a little freaked out, and little curious to see what was causing so much commotion. But before I could, Ryder quickly gripped my hand and started sprinting backstage, practically dragging me along with me.

"Is that Dylan?" I heard an unknown voice yell.

"From Broken Windshields?! No way!" someone else responded.

A mass of voices began to yell, "Wait! That is Dylan!" The audience began to holler. Others began to yell, and look "There's Xander in the corner...and...where's Ryder?!"

Fuck. The curtain had been pulled up, so now they weren't just seeing our silhouettes, they were actually seeing us. When we were performing, the audience was welcoming and encouraging, but now, the cheers had turned into yells, and I could feel my nerves rolling through. 

I didn't dare turn back, knowing full well that if someone caught a picture of my face, life as I knew it would be over. Dramatic, I know, but my instincts told me to run. Ryder continued to pull me as Dylan, Xander and Cas followed behind.