GuiTara

🎵~31

🎶You're never fully dressed without a smile ~ Sia

●Tara Afua Henrie●

"Thank you, Mexico!" I yelled into the mic, "You've been a wonderful audience. ¡Gracias!"

After an hour and fifteen minutes of high-energy performances, the final notes echoed through the venue as the crowd erupted in applause. We took our bows and headed offstage, exhilarated and exhausted.

"Woo, yeah!" Carlos shouted, high-fived all of us before lifting his bottle of water. "Cheers to more performances like this!"

"Hear, hear!" Eden clinked her water bottle against Carlos' with a laugh.

"Great job, Tara." Jax turned to me, handing me a water bottle. "That guitar riff in 'Note to Self' was amazing. The crowd went wild."

"I know, right?" A grin spread across my face. "And I didn't even rehearse it. It just happened in the moment."

Jax laughed, "Well, I'm glad it did. We wouldn't have wowed the crowd without it. Thanks for making us awesome."

"It was a team effort, Jax," I told him with a smile. "Not just me."

"Right." He lingered for a moment, running a hand through his dark hair. "Hey, do you... want to check out the fair together? Maybe there's something we can-"

"Auntie T!"

My little niece, Keke, barreled into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. "Whoa, Keke!"

"You were awesome today!" she screamed.

"Better than awesome," Nando said, strolling up to us. "You were incredible!"

I laughed, giving my brother-in-law a hug. "Thanks Nando. Where did Pam and the others go?"

"Back to the restaurant stall. I'm pretty sure they're gonna have their hands full for the next hour or two."

"GuiTara! GuiTara!" A herd of fans rushed towards me, thrusting notepads, books, and pens in my face. I wasn't the only one. The band members were swarmed too, with most of the girls hovering around Jax.

"We love you, GuiTara! Can I have your autograph? Can you take a selfie with us?" These were just a few of the questions being tossed my way. I grabbed notepads and scribbled my signature. Fixing a smile on my face, I took selfie after selfie and answered the easier questions while ignoring the crazy ones.

It took a while for security to show up, and by then, I'd already given over a hundred autographs and lost count of all the selfies I'd taken. The big security men ushered the fans out the way they came. They groaned and complained, especially the girls from Jax's side, but they eventually left and I let out a sigh of relief. I love our fans, but sometimes they can be a lot to handle.

"Can GuiTara spare one more autograph, please?"

I turned around. A guy stood behind me wearing a cap and a hoodie with dark jeans and sneakers.

I thought of knocking the cap back a little to see his face, then he raised his head, a mischievous glint in his grey eyes and a broad smile on his lips.

"Shaun!" I threw myself at him. Fits of laughter left his mouth as he caught me in a warm hug. He smelled like pine and papers, probably from his office.