Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 1

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What Cassiopeia is
wearing for this chapter ^

Behind The Scenes

——IF ANYONE HAD TOLD ME THAT I WOULD BE ON STAGE at Harry Styles' concert, playing in place of his bass guitarist, I would have laughed in their face and gotten another flower tattoo to add to my sleeve of them. But now that Im out here, wires plugged into my guitar, earpiece stuffed into my ear, and the others apart of the backing band setting up around me, I would so rather be here than getting a tattoo.

Even with all the extreme anxiety that made my stomach sink with butterflies, the adrenaline that would soon course through my blood gave me a shock of excitement I hadn't had in a while. The white sheet that blocked us from the audience was a bit see through, our silhouettes being seen on the other side despite how dark the place was. The screaming of his fans loud in my ears as the last of the technical equipment was being hooked up.

I unplugged my guitar temporarily, playing the bass as softly as I could as to not rile up the crowd and possibly get in trouble with the management that saw me beforehand. Without looking up in a while I noticed Mitch walk my way, trying his hardest not to trip on the multiple cords around him. I hid my amusement through my curtain of hair, pulling the sleeves of my striped under sleeve over my hands and wiping under my nose as if anything was there.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were alright over here" Mitch said with a loose figure. He seemed like a mellow and chill dude, not looking to be nervous and worried, my envy soon grew for it.

"Uh yeah, no yeah, everything's good over here" You think that gave me away?

"Uh huh" Mitch clearly was unconvinced but decided not to speak upon it. "Well, in any case, if you forget the cords, harmonies, or you just need a little push I'm not far alright? I have a stand set up over here with all of the songs for bass just in case and if you need, don't sing the harmonies, if you can though it would be helpful"

"The harmonies?" I asked, clear concern showing in my face. I didn't know I needed to sing as well, no mic had been given to me. But I guess I should have expected it, being as though most of Harry's songs included a lot of them.

"Yeah, unless you can't sing" Mitch hurried to get out.

I shook my head, "No no, I can- I can sing. I just don't want to mess up, you know?" My fingers brushed through the strings of my black guitar, stickers of various bands peeling off.

Mitch placed a hand on my shoulder, "Just follow our lead," He moved his head into the other backing bands direction, my eyes following quickly and seeing them converse with one another, "It's easy, trust me"

No one in the history of saying 'Just follow our lead' knew it was going to be easy. Saying that single phrase is so misleading, especially since, even though I've heard the songs many times before, doesn't mean I'll accurately remember the harmonies, even when I'm 'following the lead' of others who do. Let's just say that I would be asking for help the entire concert.

"Yeah, okay" I ended up replying, watching as he nodded and walked off to his guitar and mic, eyes glancing to the stand of music sheets he was talking about. I suddenly felt a little more relieved. I should be used to this anyway, even though it had been long since I performed, I knew my way around better than the average person.