Carolina: A H.S. Fanfic

As soon as the sound of a guitar reached my ears, I froze. The familiar thrumming of the strings were being flicked in the same way that my own fingers knew by heart. The bass began to bang deeply throughout the arena, and the thousands of fans started screaming toward the sound. It was almost a deafening sound.

The lights turned upon the stage, and they flamed upon the stars of the show. I saw Sarah, sitting behind a clear screen, drumsticks resting gently in her hands. Mitch stood to the left of her, with his guitar strapped around his neck. Then Adam, and Naomi, but no Harry. Where was he? The smell of sweat and tears filled my nose, and the feeling of anticipation choked inside of my throat as I waited.

Finally, the yellow beams stroked upon his face, and the crowd howled louder than ever before. He stepped out and into the middle of the stage, throwing his hands up, causing the crowd to roar once more. He closed his eyes and reveled in the sounds of his beloved fans. He was wearing a fitted pink pantsuit, and a smile that could light a million cities aflame. His brown curly locks blew in the light breeze that was now flowing through the arena. When the rush of air hit me, I let a sigh of relief escape my lips. It was the only relief from the sweat and heat that radiated off of the people screaming in their seats.

I stared up at him from the pit of the stage, watching him as he opened his eyes to look upon the people that he was to play to tonight. He stopped when his beautiful green eyes met mine, glistening under the stadium lighting. I was almost rendered breathless when he gripped the microphone in front of him, still maintaining eye contact with me.

"She's got a family in Carolina," His voice sang out, and the crowd sang along with him.

They all sang to the words that he had written, but more importantly, the words that he had written about me.