Elusive: (l.h.)

❀ Chapter 4 ❀

⏰Mackenzie's POV⏰

I stood outside the arena looking at the text once again.

From: Lukester

We have a gig in the grand foyer at Allphones Arena if your interested in coming tonight.

I shoved my phone in my pocket walking closer, I could hear the faint noises of the music playing inside from the boys. I could feel the vibrations of music, it made me smile how calming it made me feel. Over the past couple months the boys had really begun to get into the business. They had a couple headlining shows, as well as opening for other stars. Not to long ago Louis Tomlinson had tagged one of the boys videos in a tweet. That day they were just as happy as could be.

It was January 19th (2013) and we were on a semester break, the boys weren't in school anymore. They never would have time since they are busy. If they aren't doing sound check for a gig during the day then they usually are practicing. But they don't overwhelm themselves,

I approached the door tugging it open with my hand, the warm breeze following me in but quickly disappearing as I walked into the large air conditioned foyer. It amazed me how many people were here. The crowd of people wasn't far from the door and they all looked like they were entranced by the music, although it wasn't soft sounds the beat was entrancing it had smooth rhythm and lyrics that stuck in your mind.

I walked farther in seeing an empty table. I pushed through the crowd reaching the table, I sat on the tall chair watching the stage. How they moved around and they appeared to be having the time of their life up there. I watched the crowd how most people were dancing and jumping around with their hands or arms in the air swaying to the beat of the music. I could hear some small parts of the crowd shouting the lyrics as they were being sung.

I found myself so entranced by the music and lost in my own thoughts that I almost didn't even realize that the concert had ended. The thing that snapped me out of my mini trance was the bright glow of the stage lights flicking off as soon as the boys were off the stage. People were shouting as others were leaving, some headed up the escalators towards the lounge for a drink. I just sat there for a minute turning my Attention to the window looking out into the starry night sky. It made me smile how they sky was so beautiful and how the universe just happened to be created that way.

I waited for most people to be cleared from the foyer before I slid off the chair, making my way to the stage. I pushed by some people almost getting tired of being polite and saying 'excuse me' and sometimes the occasional laugh and "oh sorry!' It almost felt like walking on a bumpy sidewalk the many feet I kept tripping over but trying so hard to avoid. I reached the stage and saw small signs directing up the escalator for the meet and greet they do after every show. I sighed at thought of more walking I walked over to the escalator stepping onto it as it carried me up to the second floor.

I walked around until I reached the end of the signs and a line with a guard at the door of the room the meet and greet was in. I sat down on the bench across from the door I sat on it so my legs stretched across the rest of the bench leaning my side against the backing. I pulled my phone out of my purse deciding on weather to try calling Luke or not. I tapped on the phone app searching 'Luke' in the search bar I tapped his contact putting the phone to my ear. I listened to the ringing, before it cut to voicemail. I left a short voicemail since he didn't even know I was here probably. I should've guessed he wasn't going to answer since he was in a meet and greet.

I opened my purse taking out my sketchbook and taking out my pack of colored pencils. I flipped through the pages of sketches that had just been left in here, and the pages I had cornered of the ones that I had turned into murals. I opened to a clean page and began thinking of what to draw on this page. I decided on a girl and a boy with open minds. Literally. I started planning it out how they would have their heads and then have the top open and their thoughts and interests flowing out. Of course I'd have to do some background interviewing for this to be accurate if I wanted it to be painted. I also had to start thinking of better ideas that would give me a chance for an art scholarship somewhere.