I nodded as Jost pointed at a check list of songs.
Then, all of the sudden, there was a loud metallic grinding sound.
I covered my ears from the sharp sound.
And then, there was a scream.
Not just a scream.
But a blood curdling, heart wrenching, terror filled scream.
I looked up just in time to see a small body fall from the rigging.
It was like the whole thing was in slow motion, like you see in dramatic scenes in the movies, but this was different, this was real.
She was twisting, and turning, and then, she hit the floor with a dull boom.
The scream intensified and then cut off unnaturally. My heart seemed to have stopped beating as it happened, but then it woke up after the scream stopped.
There was a different scream from across the stadium.
At once, everyone snapped out of their shock and ran to the stage where the girl had fallen.
Jost was the first one to get there.
I was right behind him.
What I saw as they ran up was terrible.
There was a girl with gold hair and pale skin on the ground.
She wore a tightly fitted black tank top and a pair of jeans that had many pockets with wires and things sticking out of them.
She was gasping for air.
The first thing Jost did for her was hold her head on the ground.
"Don't move babe. Don't move, I know it hurts…" Jost cooed.
I couldn't understand why he wasn't doing anything; she couldn't breathe for fucks sake!
She just lay there and withered and thrashed as her head bled from the massive cut on her forehead.
There was harsh running footsteps as the redhead ran past.
"MARY!" She screamed.
"Grab ahold of her!" Jost barked.
Tom and Gustav took hold of the other blonds' shoulders and elbows.
I looked back and forth between the two and realized that they must have been twins. Which would explain why they talked weird to each other.
"Oh my god Mary! What's wrong with her?! Is she okay and is that…. Blood…" With the last uttered word she fainted in the boy's arms.
Gustav sighed as Tom picked up the girl.
One of the other staff members walked over to Tom and started fanning her face.
I watched as Mary, the girl who had fallen from the rigging, gasped and coughed.
I wanted to hold her or kiss her or do something, but there wasn't anything I could do, there wasn't anything I could do to help her in any way.
I still feel sorry for that.
Her breathingresounded through the entire stadium.
The mics that had been turned on for sound check echoed every sound throughout the huge arena.
Andrew, one of our stage managers was holding the hand of a man with a thick brow and thinning blond hair; he looked like a lot like the two girls, the one who was coming 'round in Tom's arms, and the girl who fell.
His face was full of silent terror.
"Emergency is on their way." One man shouted, another came running up to her, he was the Doctor that traveled with us.
He rushed up to the girl and started examining her.
Soon the Emergency people were here.
They bound her up on some big plastic board and started to walk out.
As they walked her past me she looked up at me and said "good luck with the show." Her voice was hoarse and she flinched as she said it.
I felt tears welling in my eyes as she was taken away.