Cassiopeia | H.S

Chapter 3

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What Cassiopeia is wearing
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In the Aftermath

——WITH SWEAT GLISTENED BODIES, cramped fingers from playing our instruments, and throats as dry as a desert in the summer, the rest of my temporary band and I walked backstage and into the back room where their belongings were held and to simply regain our composure. Harry had dived into the bathroom first, and when he took long, Mitch had given the conclusion everyone else was thinking, but when he came out with his head completely drenched in water, it was clear we all had thought wrong.

"Damn Harold, take your time then" Mitch had said, Harry oblivious to it as he shook his head to rid himself of the left over water.

I had tired myself out to the couch where Charlotte and Sarah resided, the two on their phones and slump to the point where I thought they could fall asleep at any moment. Mitch had gone into the bathroom right after Harry, leaving the curly headed boy to lean against the wall like before, light blue suit jacket now off and a black fitted shirt now clinging to his frame. We caught eyes for a brief moment, and I noticed as he tamed his wet and wild hair with his hands, that his rings had been taken off.

"Hectic wasn't it?" Harry began slowly, voice slightly hoarse due to the singing, "The concert I mean"

"Definitely," I looked down at my lap, "I was lucky Mitch was there to help me"

"Just Mitch?" I looked up to meet his incredible green eyes, hand over his heart in faint hurt, "If I recall, it was my idea to get you to sing the harmonies"

I raised my brows and scoffed, "All you did was nod to Mitch"

"That's our secret code for 'Get her to sing nimrod'," Harry replied as if he'd been offended, "I thought you'd get it"

I laughed briefly, interlocking my fingers and cracking my knuckles. "I guess something got lost in translation"

He snickered, "Maybe"

"I'm sorry if changing the chords or doing that little battle- or whatever you called that- with Mitch was..." I trail off and look down to my shoes.

His face dropped to a frown, but he shrugged and gave light tipped smile, "I thought it was amazing"

I glanced at him for a couple of seconds, green eyes filled with sincerity and I smiled back with a soft chuckle, "Thank you, I was literally praying to the guitar gods that I wouldn't mess it up"

"It looked to me like you weren't nervous at all" He states before adding, "In fact, you challenged Mitch like it was nobodies business"

I smiled at him, his eyes crinkling as he grinned in reply. "It's easy to forget you have thousands staring at you when what you love is laying in your hands"

"Well, you should do what you did on stage tonight more often"

"If I ever get the chance to again" I said quietly.

"I'm sure you will," I noticed his eyes go to the side of my head and then his face softened, "You still have the rose"

My hand immediately went up to my ear, hand touching a wilting rose that I took out to look at. I rolled it in my palm, seeing the deep red that was slowly dying out to a maroon the longer it was out of water and sunlight. I was astonished it hadn't fallen out and onto the stage where someone could have crushed it while cleaning.