Band
Chapter 1
I walked off the stage, slightly sweating. I just finished another performance with my band, Mapleface. It's fun being the lead singer in a band. I can get a crowd excited with just my voice.
My brother, Alfred, clapped his hand on my shoulder.
"We did great tonight!" he practically yelled, still energized from the last song we had played.
"Yes, we did," Lars came up and kissed me on the check.
I could feel my face heating up with a blush.
Lars and I have been dating for about a year now, in a band together for 5, and we've been best friends since we meet in Junior High.
In our Freshman year of High School, Lars convinced me to be the lead singer of a band he wanted to start. I agreed on one condition. I got to name it.
At that point we had a singer and a drummer. Knowing my brother well, I was able to get him to be our guitarist. With him, Alfred dragged along Arthur, who just happens to be a great bassist. Now we had a band.
Lars wrapped his arm around my waist as we continued to walk backstage. I caught sight of my Papa, who's a bassist of a different band, named Awesome.
Francis, my Papa, was standing in a corner with Gilbert, their lead singer and guitarist, and Antonio, their drummer.
"Bonjour, Papa," I said, going up and hugging him.
"You did great, mon cher Matthieu" He said, hugging me back.
"Merci, Papa" I smiled, pulling away slightly. "When are you guys going on?"
"Right after the band playing now" Francis replied.
"Are you going to stay and watch our awesomeness?" Gilbert asked. He, as you can probably tell, named their band.
I felt my heart do its usual turn inside my chest. It happens when ever I hear Gil speak. Weather its to me or not. Sometimes just when I'm around him. I'm not sure why though.
"Uh…. Lars? Would you like to?"
"Sure, why not?"
"We'll watch too" Alfred said for Arthur and himself.
Together we made our way to where we could sit in the audience.
When Awesome came on, I sat on the edge of my seat. I absolutely love this band, even if it wasn't my Papa that was the bassist, he would still love it.
Alfred didn't seem to feel the same way, however, since he was making out with Arthur right then.
I sighed and looked back up at the stage. They were starting their first song and my heart was pounding. This always happened when this particular band was about to play.
The song they started was my favorite. It's a song called Tear Drops On My Guitar. I know it's a song Gilbert wrote for someone, but I have no idea who. I closed my eyes and listened to the lyrics.
"You look at me
I fake a smile so you won't see
What I want and what I need
And everything that we should be
I know he's beautiful
That guy you're with
And he's got everything
That I have to live without
You talk to me
I laugh 'cause it's just so funny
I can't even see
Anyone when you're with me
You say you're so in love
You've finally got it right
I wonder if you know
You're all I think about at night
You're the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
You're the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
You walk by me
Can you tell that I can't breathe?
And there you go, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
He better hold you tight
Give you all his love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know he's lucky 'cause
You're the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
You're the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I put your picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight
'cause you're the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
You're the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
You're the time taken up but there's never enough
And you're all that I need to fall into
You look at me
I fake a smile so you won't see."
When their set was over, I went backstage again to meet up with them.
"You guys did great too" I said, grinning widely.
"Don't you mean Awesome?" Gilbert asked.
"Of course"
"Francis, can you take Matthew home? I was going to, nut I just realized I have to go straight to work" Lars said.
"Oui, monsuir, of course I can take mon Matthieu home"
"Thank you" he said before kissing me on the cheek and leaving.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Oui, Papa"
"Where's your brother?"
"He said he was going to Arthur's"
"Okay then, let's go"
When we arrived at home, I realized I forgot my Hockey bag at Lars' house after practice, since I had was going straight to the performance and his house was right in between the two places. Good thing I have a key.
With permission, I took the car to his house.
I got there and unlocked the door, then walked down the hall toward the bedroom where I had set down my bag. The door was already open, so I pushed it open farther.
And stopped dead in my tracks.
Lars was sitting on his bed, making out with someone. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that I recognized that someone. It was my cousin, Dan.