the first song began to play and he looked perfect. The songs were pretty catchy, but I wasn't a fan. Kaitlyn on the other hand was having the time of her life.
"Isn't this incredible!" She screamed with tears of joy running down her face.
"I guess" I said not taking my eye of the strawberry haired guitarist.
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The last song of the night was being played and it actually wasn't half bad. I think it was called..Rejects? Eh, I don't know. Anyways the flame haired boy had sweat dripping down his face as he gave all his effort in to the final song. Then he opened his mouth and began to sing.
"My teacher said, I was mentally disabled, so unstable so I'll stay in bed all day.
Save your breath.
You can talk at me but I'm not listening.
If this is test, then I'm probably failing."
It was incredible. He had such a unique voice that fit him so well. The final cord was played and something dark interrupted the blaring lights of the stage.
Flick.
Something hit me. I grab my head in pain and look at the floor. There was a single yellow and black Nirvana guitar pick. I scoped up the little piece of plastic and examined it under the bright colored lights that began to fade.
I then looked up to Michael, who's eyes were frantically scanning the area looking for something.
The pick. It's his.
I thought. I tried to wave to him down to return the pick to him. The lights had already faded and the boys were being escorted off the stage.
I examined the pick again. It was old and very damaged. On the side there was a number.
873-945-2212
It must be his.
I turned to Kaitlyn full of panic. "Kaitlyn?" I said quietly as the stadium began to clear out.
"Hmm?" She replied.
"I...I have Michael's guitar pick." I said blushing slightly.
Kaitlyn's eyes widened. "Is that...What I think it is?" She replied shocked.
She took the small pick from my hands and examined it under the light of her phone screen.
"Libby, this isn't any normal pick. It's his lucky pick. He's talked about it in countless interviews." She gulped.
"Wha..wha..Whatdoido?" I gasped.
"Um...you could call him. His phone numbers on the side of the pick." She spoke hesitantly.
"I can't call him!" I yell/whispered.
"Libby, he can't play without it. You've got to do something." She said looking me in the eyes.
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