Helplessly Reaching For You

1: Beauty Sings (Pt. 1)

Today was a weird sort of day; December 5th. The past month had been beyond overwhelming and it was sort of weird to have drama so present in my oh-so-boring life.

In a single week I had lost many things. My best friend since sixth grade, my boyfriend of almost four years, and my little brother.

So here I was, trying to get rid of the past week as I walked up the sidewalk besides a line full of girls ranging between eleven and twenty-something years old.

I found it in my best interest to just ignore them all.

"Who does she think she is walking up to the front of the line?"

"Excuse me. Get to the back."

"I've been waiting here for hours, no way you can just cut all of us."

I promise, I wasn't cutting the line. Not at all.

I actually was stumbling in these two inch high heels my friends Amelia and Terence told me I should wear. I was never one to just wear them for more than a few hours.

So I was grateful when I remembered that I put a pair of converse in my backpack.

As I got closer to the front of the line my eyes narrowed on the burly male that stood in front of the door. And with social anxiety I was so not ready to go up to him and ask what I needed to ask.

It was times like these I wish I had a cell phone like the rest of the Seniors at my school. That way I could just call up Amelia and ask her how long until she got here.

But I couldn't do that so instead I took a deep breath, ignore the angry fans, and walked up to the guy.

I was surprised when he stuck his hand out, at first I thought he was going to grope me, but then I took a moment to realize the world doesn't revolve around me and that he was only signalling me to stop.

"Back of the line." His voice was deep and it fit the way he looked, making me even more scared.

So ever so carefully I slung my backpack off and took out a small little red rectangle card, the letters V-I-P spread across the back of it in bright bold yellow coloring.

The body guard, bouncer, whatever, took the card, studying it carefully. As he looked over it, checking a clipboard, I could hear the girls at the front of the line gasp.

There were only five VIP tickets for this concert.

My rich ass friend Amelia had gotten the first two tickets in hopes that it'd cheer me up. But it didn't help since I had no clue who the band was.

Amelia had told me they were Australian and weren't too popular yet, but that they'd be famous in no time.

I couldn't turn her down anyways, she was my only other best friend. A better one than Ellie.

Just the girl's name sent a shiver down my spine.

But luckily my thoughts were ripped to shreds as the bouncer took a step to the side, opening the door for me.

"You're going to walk straight and look down the third hallway on your left. There should be a door directly on your right once you turn and you can just go in there and wait patiently for everyone else to show up."

As the male spoke I listened carefully, trying my best to remember where I was to go.

So with a swift movement I was walking down the hall. And in no time I was in a room filled with guitars and basses galore. It was amazing. I wanted to pick one up and just start strumming away without a care in the world.

But just as I was about to grab a black and light-blue guitar I heard the door behind me open and I instantly retracted my hands.

My eyes traveled to the door and there was a boy about six feet or so tall. His hair was a dark brown with a blonde streak through it and his eyes were big, round, and very, very brown.

I knew I was starring and I was pretty sure he knew I was starring too.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled carefully, looking away.

"No, no. Don't be," he had a thick Australian accent as he spoke, "I didn't know anyone was here yet."

Now this had sparked my attention. He was meant to be here. "Is that so? Are you here for the band?" I paused in thought of the name, "Five Seconds of Summer, I think?"

"You think?" He said through a thick and selfless laugh.

It was in this moment I instantly became nervous, forgetting I was knew to this band. "Well my friend bought me this VIP ticket to meet this band I've never heard of. I hope that doesn't sound bad. She really likes them and I've heard like one of their songs."

I wanted to slap my self in the face.

"Oh that's really cool though. It's good to try new things out." He didn't even seemed phased by what I said and that made me smile.

"I'm Vivian, or Vi for short," I quickly held out my hand, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

He looked a little taken back, but took my hand. "I'm Cal--" he paused and kissed the back of my hand gently, "I'm Calibur. But my friends just call me Cal."

A gentlemen. That's all that stood out to me and I couldn't help but blush. I'm pretty sure he could see my red tainted cheeks and was being nice and not pointing it out.

My eyes never left his, and his never left mine. I was scared and I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry if this is really sudden. But I have to go before security catches me, can I have your phone number?"

And it was all ruined, he no longer was a gentleman. After the experience I just had with my boyfriend I couldn't take his number.

"I'm sorry. I don't have a phone." It was a simple reply that would stop him from wanting to get in my pants or whatever it was he wanted.

His lips turned from a smile to a small frown, but just like it changed in less than a second he was smiling once again.

"Ah, alright. I'm sorry for being pushy. I'll try to see if I can find you after the concert alright?" And with that he left.

Not even a minute later a girl with dark brown hair entered the room with a huge smile on her face.

"Vi! You will never just guess who I ran into!" Amelia's voice rang throughout the room, "Calum Hood."