In Your Dreams

The Halloween Concert

Rhona...

Sloan and I walk through the parking lot at six. The setting sun makes the sky pink and orange. I can see my breath as I walk to the large two story brick building. The parking lot of Delta High school, normally filled with hyper hysterical teenagers, has been tamed.

Despite my calm surroundings, I am anything but content. My heart beats viciously against my chest. My large black case rattles as I walk, and my long black dress fans out around my feet. The cold October evening makes it necessary for both her and I to wear jackets over our dresses.

"I don't know, Sloan." Shaking my head, I grin at my best friend. Her red hair is half up half down. Two braids come up, pulling her waste length wavy hair back. The large black jacket she wears covers her bare shoulders. Her pink spaghetti strap dress falls just about her knees, and she is wearing heels the same shade as the dress. She is beautiful and may seem innocent, but don't judge a book by its cover.

She is anything but. She is sarcastic and quite the smart ass, and at times a major bitch.

But she is always there for me when I need her. Like now...

She smiles kindly at me.

"I don't know why you are worried you'll be just fine." We stop in front of the auditorium doors. "Go to rehearsal."

I bite my lip anxiously and glance between her and the large black double doors.

"Will you be here to watch?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes at me. My nerves cause me to ask stupid questions. She is always here, even for minor performances.

"No. I'm gonna leave you here on one of the most important nights of your life. Now go kick ass." Her sarcasm lightens my mood and makes me roll my eyes back at her. I open the door with my left hand. My right hand grips the handle of my violin case.

"Love ya. Break a leg." She says and gives me a quick hug before turning back towards the parking lot to wait on her boyfriend Max.

I step in and close the door.

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Adrian...

I straighten my dark blue tie and fix the collar of my black long sleeve dress shirt as I walk towards the school. People are pulling up in the parking lot, and their thoughts swarm around in my head...

Walking towards the front entrance of the auditorium, I make eye contact with the woman standing there with a program in her hand and then with the woman sitting at the table with the tickets laid out in front of her.

Oh, so handsome...I don't see a date though. No pretty girl on his arm. Must be waiting for somebody...

The woman at the door's thoughts even have a southern drawl to them. I again hear this accent when she greets me as I approach.

The second woman at the table has purple bags under her eyes and is completely unfocused on me.

"One." I say. She is like a drone as she tears the ticket off the roll and takes my money from me. Her strong feelings build a wall up around her, preventing her thoughts from reaching me.

But, our fingers briefly make contact when she hands me my ticket.

Her sad intense energy instantly fills me. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of her husband's death. He died in a car accident. On his way home from work, a drunk driver had swerved into the wrong lane and hit his car head on. She was going to tell him that night that she was finally pregnant. They had been trying for a year. Their daughter's name is Alexandra.