Somewhere, Australia //A.I

Chapter 2: The Fourth Boy

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I'm clutching my guitar strings to death. I think I'm gonna be sick. Light is swirling around me in droplets. Is that normal? Probably not.
"You're gonna do fine!" August whines, lightly placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not nervous...just...anxious." I said using my hand that's not choking my guitar to place it over hers.

"Have a good time up there Syd." She gives me a quick hug and I go up to the stage.

It's a packed house.
Everyone is looking at me.
Lights are shining right in my face.
I can't see.
I grip my guitar furiously by the neck.
My knuckles are white.
My hands are shaking.
The door opens.
Three boys walk in, a fourth staggering behind.
They lean against the wall because it's standing room only.
I squint and place a hand over my eyes to see.
The fourth one looks at me.
Like really looks at me.
I stare back at him.
Then I realize, I'm on stage.
I walk up to the mic and take my first breath before speaking into it.

"How's everyone doin? Y'all look great." This gets a little laughter from the people. "Well I'm Sydney and I just wanted to start by saying how grateful I am to be playing here tonight with each and every one of you." I strum the first chord of the night. "This first one is a song a wrote called 'Run'. And I hope you enjoy."

After that the talking stops and I let my voice slowly rasp into the song. I swear through the whole thing it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I feel the raw energy of a live performance with every breath I take and every vibration of my guitar strings.

"... and now the pendulum stops swinging and you've had all your fun. The hourglass is empty and there's nowhere else to run."

The final chord ends. For a second nothing happens, an anxious tension builds. Then the audience bursts out clapping and cheering and I feel every inch of my body flush.

They really liked me... I think. August is just standing off to the side smiling at me like a proud parent.

Then my eye catches the boy. He doesn't clap, just stands there with a thoughtful look on his face and his arms folded across his chest. You could tell he's feeling some type of emotion, but the exact one he keeps to himself like a secret. His eyes look up and meet mine.

Why does he keep staring at me? Sure everyone is looking at me. But this is different then that. Deeper then that. Suddenly I start to crawl under his stare. All while the audience is applauding, and I'm sitting in the spotlight.

"Thank you so much. The next song is one of my favorites, it's called Angels on the Moon, by Thriving Ivory."

"Do you dream,

that the world will know your name.

So tell me your name...."

This is going to be a great night.