Soulmate…
Chapter I: With Rachel…
I woke up this morning in my king-sized bed. Except me, it was empty, as I liked space but always slept on one side only, leaving the other empty. When I put my hand on it, touching the bed sheets, it was cold. I remembered when I was home, at Lime in Ohio… My bed was much smaller, but warm… And when I was with Finn in my senior year in McKinley high school, even the floor was warm… In fact, I remember everything, every small details… Especially those of when I left… I remember perfectly that scene.
-Tut! Tut! Tut!
Ugh… I should really change that alarm clock… It keeps ringing in my mind for hours throughout the day… I still got a headache from last night… I loved my fans, but sometimes, they were noisy from adrenaline rushes. I felt the same at Barbara Streisand concerts…
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The whole stadium was crazy, fans were screaming, hollering… Some people even had bleeding ears from the incredibly loud noise coming from the crowd. The band had just finished their performance, sweating, completely red, as the last song was slowly fading away. Then, they proceeded to do the same things as every night, in almost every country of the USA… They introduced the other performers behind them. The front man, and singer, a woman with brown hair, was saying their names as one of his band mates went crazy for one last moment. He was running around, showing who was who when she said a name, pumping his fist in the air, jumping up and down… It was his usual self! Then, it was finally finished and tons of people started clapping. The crowd got even wilder, if it was possible. The band walked to the front of the stage, waving a last goodbye.
-Thank you L.A., you were amazing!
They called; sending a last wave then went off stage with cheers, yells and cries behind them. They were instantly greeted by their manager and other people checking their instruments. A guitar string was cut off, as well as other "instrumental injuries"… But it didn't bother them much, as the show still went on…
-Amazing guys! Did you see it? It was insane!
Their manager was almost yelling, shaking from joy and adrenaline rush. They all high-fived then hugged, laughing, but still a bit slowly, because they were tired… All these camera flashes, yells and songs were still fresh in their minds… They got a bit nauseous at these thoughts…
-Thanks, but fans were great too…
-True! They were so overwhelmed they yelled! Even though I liked it, I can enjoy some free time alone now…
They all laughed at the blond guy's line, for he was the hysterical one in the group. And it wasn't like him to enjoy silence, on the contrary! He could spend all his nights partying… And get a hangover in the morning with no problem. At the time, he knew exactly how to cope with it. It was just boring for his band mates, especially for the woman, who always had high expectations. That was thanks to her they were here today, world-wide known… Thanks to her…
-I'm going to go in my dressing room now. I think I have a headache…
She smiled, a bit relieved from her previous emotions. Once on stage, you're practically on the top of the world with all the adrenaline rush, but when you're back on earth, you're feeling strange...
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I sighed, sitting up strait, stretching for a long time. I was so bored, everyday was the same… How I missed the high school days… There was so much drama, love, fights and such, but… Even though it wasn't so entertaining, it made us believe that every day was special… "Being part of something special makes you special, right?" I once asked Finn… I wondered how they were going now… Were they fine? Were they married? Father or mother? Or alone? Or dating? Or hurt? Or…Dead? I didn't think so… At nearly 27 years old, death was not something common… Before I became a worldwide known artist, Finn enrolled in the army… Was he alright? I hoped so… If I was to know soldiers were killed during a mission in a war and he was one of them, I would write a sarcastic and critical song about it that I would sing to the president, and no one would keep me from doing so! I wasn't going to be silenced!
-Hey, sweetie, time to get up…
I jumped in my bed, looking at the door as my band mate Johns was smirking down at me. He was leaning against the door frame, in boxers, with red eyes. Yep. He wasn't sober yet, judging by his look. He jumped, kicking his shoes off, almost hitting me in the head in the process. Then, he jumped on my bed, next to me as I shrieked, hiding under my covers.
-Ah… My bed's not that nice…
-You're drunk again…
-Don't know. I feel funny.
-You smell beer and other things I won't name for your respect and image.
-Yep. As you wish… But that's not all…
He stretched himself, sighing deeply, before letting out a big belch which made me jump and disgusted me. He slightly moved away from me, covering his face, but I turned towards him, forcing him to face me, as I was preparing my speech…
-You pig! You had to-
But he instantly turned green, and his eyes shone. Dang. He had to! I stepped back, falling off my bed as I heard a disgusting and terrible noise… But still on my bed!
-Sorry… I think that jump wasn't welcome…
He looked at me with puppy eyes pleading for mercy as I shrieked, seeing all the… The… Vomit on my covers! Instantly, everyone came into my room, in a fury. They looked at me and Johns, before realizing what happened. I remembered a similar scene happening, but back in high school… I sighed, taking a pillow, walking down the corridor to John's bedroom.
-And you better not be leaving my bedroom until every single thing shines, you hear me! Or I'll be dragging your but down there, and I'll lock you up for the rest of your days!
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It was dark and cold outside. We've just finished our other performance. Like always, our fans have completely gone mad. I was so happy to see that they were still there after these years... I was in my room, watching TV, half asleep in my fresh bed. He cleaned up the mess and the whole room. He even bought me flowers and chocolates. I knew we were yelling and fighting a lot, but we were very close. He was like a big brother to me. Whenever I had a problem, he was always there. Even though he could be drunk or crazy sometimes, he has never ever hurt me. He would never do that. I stretched, knowing my bed sheets were great! It was soft, warm, welcoming... But the TV show was miserable. At that moment, I remembered why my TV was always turned off. Except for news, from time to time, but I never watched TV. I was always busy, anyway. And whenever I wasn't, I was out with my band mates. I stretched again, feeling overwhelmed by a deep slumber. The bed was so big that Finn could stretch completely here… How I missed him sometimes… I wondered if he missed me as much as I missed him…
-So, Bill… Here's the next question… Ready?
-Yes…
-So… Who was the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms, from 1885 to 1889 and from 1893 to 1897, and therefore the only individual to be counted twice in the numbering of the presidents?
I looked up, a bit interested. For once, it wasn't a dumb question, like "what was the name of the actor who had a brief affair with…" or something like that… I found these kinds of questions out of line and completely dumb. But this question was tough. I didn't know the answer myself… And the guy in the show didn't seem to know at all too… He was keeping his mouth shut. Then, a bell rang and the audience started to yell…
-Time out! The answer was… Grover Cleveland! Indeed, he was the winner of the popular vote for president three times—in 1884, 1888, and 1892—and was the only Democrat elected to the presidency in the era of Republican political domination that lasted from 1861 to 1913…
I would have never guessed. Too difficult… I turned the TV off, turned on my right side, and tried to sleep for about ten minutes. I kept looking outside my window. And I wondered if my old friends would be thinking about me sometimes, like I would think about them… I was so busy, and they probably changed their numbers as their old ones. How I wished we could see everyone once again, and party, have fun… But it probably wasn't possible. It was just a dream. Just a dream, unfortunately…
-Goodnight.
It was something I was used to. Always saying "goodnight". Maybe someone would wish it to me, so I'd be polite… But maybe it was because I was lonesome too… Anyway, I finally closed my eyes and managed to sleep…
-What?
But my dream was unusual… It was neither about old times, nor old friends… But something very different, yet somehow familiar… What an eerie thing, indeed… Even My band mates and fans weren't there… It was silent, something wasn't used to…
