Changing the Stars (On Hiatus)

Chapter Five: Sab

Sab sat on one of the backstage couches as his manger, Kyle Robbin, talked to some guys who were with Hectic Salvation. The show happened to be quite impressive and the proposal at the end seemed like the perfect touch. 

Of course, the proposal was also where the deal faltered. Neil was leaving the band…how would Burning the Stars hold up? Sab had been ushered away from the conversation before any deal had been made or any more information had come out, so he was in the dark about the whole thing like the rest of the band. 

Therefore he was stuck with amusing himself with his mind. 

And his mind kept going back to that blonde chick.

He had been certain she was the girl whom had peaked his interest in music. He couldn’t forget hair like that; curls that bounced when she walked and that were so blonde they were practically the color of snow. And her freckles, her facial features–all except the eye color–were distantly familiar. Like a long forgotten memory he racked his brain to find.

Maybe the girl from his memory’s eyes were green and he had forgotten. Yet the specific color they had been, that pale blue color that matched the sky when the sun was just about to set. 

The girl at the club had neon green eyes. They were so vibrant they almost appeared as if they weren’t real. They were eerie–like she was some kind of ghost.

Sab snorted. Yes, the girl at the club must’ve been a ghost. That made complete and utter sense. 

Sab needed a cigarette.

He got off the couch, stretching so his shirt rode up a few inches. He sighed contently as he grabbed his hoodie from the arm of the couch and strode out of the club once more. The night air felt cool on his skin, but the idea of a dark hoodie on to camouflage with the dark was too tempting. The sweatshirt was pulled on at once and Sab’s lighter was picked out of his jean’s pocket. 

The cig was lit and so was Sab’s body. With the tar filling his lungs. With the feeling of hiding through the night. With the sight of blonde girl from the audience. 

She was there and Sab wanted to walk up to her and peer at her peculiar eyes. He wanted to interrogate her about her elementary years. Was she that girl or not? Why was Sab so insistent on finding this information out?

What was it about that girl that made Sab ache and burn and itch? Part of him was afraid to find out. He took another long, long drag of his cigarette and then stomped it out. He turned back into the club so he could forget the beautiful girl and the feeling of want that throbbed with the beat of his heart.

God, when did Sab turn into such a sappy-ass romantic?

The inside of the club was drastically warm in comparison to the chill of the night and Sab immediately removed his beloved hoodie. The horror.

Though he was in the club, he didn’t really feel like going back to his band mates and decided to explore more of the place. He let himself be woven throughout the crowd of people, letting the physical touch seep into his bones. He was on stage so often he had forgotten how it felt to watch a decent concert with a decent mosh pit brewing. He let himself give into the music and started to bob his head to the beat, tapping out patterns against his thighs. He continued to make his way around people. The bar was pretty close and he happened to be craving some shitty beer. Maybe he could enjoy himself for one night.

It wasn’t that Sab hated drumming on stage, it was that he was so absorbed in the music  that when the show was done he wanted to continue playing. His fingers buzzed with life and his heart pounded in his chest. That feeling was like being high in a strange way. Once the music was over, though, that high lasted only a few seconds. Then reality hit him and for some reason he realized that his parents wouldn’t be waiting there with congratulatory smiles and wanting a hug from him.