The flashing lights nearly blinded me as I stood up on the stage. I was choking on my nerves, and I'm pretty sure that I was either stop light red or snow white. My hands were shaking and they felt like they had frost bite. I, I was terrified. I just wanted to run away and hide forever.
"Go on Alice! You can do it!" I stared, horrified at Lucy. Now they know my name! W-what if they follow me home? If they tell the landlady that they know 'Alice' then she'll let them in! Oh my god! I'm going to be rap-
The music starts and after listening to the same song for three months on eternal repeat, I began to sing. If only quietly.
"Maybe I'm the one
Maybe I'm the one
Who is, the schizophrenic psycho
Yeah
Maybe I'm the one
Maybe I'm the one
Who is, the schizophrenic psycho"
I clutched the microphone stand as I sang, closing my eyes and focusing on the music so I won't have to look at all of those people. So I could just pretend that I'm home infront of my bathroom mirror while the-
Oh, god. It wasn't working. Wh-what did my psychotrist tell me? To imagine that everyone's in their underwear? No, that just makes me feel like a pervert. She-she said to find one person in the crowd, one person who was watching me and to sing to them. To act like i knew them. That they were the one who I was threatening. That I was trying to make that one person lose their cool.
My eyes snapped open and I searched what little of the crowd that i could see. I saw plenty of people. Scantily dressed girls, beefy boys, goths, posers, but none of them were watching me. None of them were paying attention. None of them were fitting the bill i needed them to-
There. In the very back corner. A skinny tall boy, hunched over his table, watching me like i was going to disappear. His eyes were big and round and even from feet away i knew that they were black as hell. I screamed the last verse of the song at him. My sudden change of volume and fevor made many people turn toward me but I only focused on those eyes.
"You're the one
You're the one
Who is, the schizophrenic psycho."
You're the one
You're the one
Who is, the schizophrenic psycho."
After the music shut off there was a beat of pure silence. No one set down a drink, laughed at a joke, or blinked. But I was only focused on those hell black eyes that stared at me and almost demanded that I get up. That I come over there, and explain to him why exactly, I called him a schizophrenic psycho.
But then applause broke out and Lucy whooped the loudest and ran up to hug me. Lucy's arms closed over my neck and broke the eye contact that I had with the boy in the corner. I smiled sickly at her as I let her pull me off the stage. She immedatly stuck to her part of the deal. The deal that got me up on that stage in the first place, and took me home.
I wouldn't know until much later how she had saved me from certain death. But it was sort of her fault in the first place, I mean, she did pick that song.
But I was the one who yelled that at Johnny C.
The song that I used was 'Psycho' by Puddle of Mudd.