Chapter Six: Tour Time-First Concert
This is a made up scene created somewhat by CaitlynGeller4ever, again, thank you so much! :)
Ray's POV
We were the opening act. My band pretty much sucked since Scott left, but we got asked to do the show before he left. Life was tough. I had no more fans, and Lemonade Mouth was more popular than us. I knew they would be. The first time I heard them, I was scared, but I didn't want to admit it. Not at all.
I watched as the voice announced our name. That was our cue.
The crowd cheered, but it wasn't an "I love you" cheer. It was a friendly cheer, an impatient cheer. They came to hear Lemonade Mouth, not us.
I grabbed the mic, and my drummer went to his spot, and my new guitarist took his place. The crowd went silent. I heard drums. Then guitar. It was my time to sing, but somehow, words couldn't come out of my mouth. Humiliating. And even worse, the crowd didn't even sing with me and rescue me like they did with Lemonade Mouth. My drummer stopped, and my guitarist looked at me and said, "Come on man," in a hushed tone.
But I couldn't do it. Tears sprung in my eyes. But I didn't let them fall. Not here.
I walked away. The worst part came next, even though I didn't even know it could get any worse. My drummer and guitarist played a song that seemed to be a song they had written by themselves. The crowd cheered louder than we came on. I kicked the wall with rage and I instantly regretted it, because my toe was on fire.
This wasn't fair.
Stella's POV
The band was gone, they were changing, and I was too excited, so I finished wardrobe and makeup ten minutes ago. I watched Ray mess up. I felt bad for him, but he deserved it. It was hard watching him almost cry. If I were him, I would have done the same thing he was doing. Not cry, but not be cool about it.
The poor dude was listening to his band play without him. The song didn't sound familiar.
Ray didn't notice me as I walked up to him. He hated me. He would throw a fit if I talked to him, and even more so if I pitied him. I decided against it. Besides, my manager was calling me onstage anyway. I walked away, looking at Ray the whole time.
Singing and remembering things was hard to do now. All I could think about was Ray. Was he okay? Was he still backstage? Am I going to mess up like he did?
But when it was time for me to take a break, I practically ran offstage. Olivia was singing a slow song, and the rest of the band was needed but me. I searched everywhere, but Ray seemed to be gone. He probably went home anyway. I saw his band mates high five in the corner of my eye. They were packing up their stuff.
I followed them to the parking lot, and when the guitarist turned around, I punched him in the nose. He was surprised, and instantly put his hands on his nose and yelled. The drummer said, "What the hell Stella!" I slapped him in the face, leaving behind a red hand. "Don't ever do that...to...anyone...ever again," I said, in an angry, hushed tone. I ran inside.
Ray's POV
I had been sitting in my truck when I heard that. It was someone yelling. My band mate. Tears streamed down my face, as I crouched down to hide. There, right in front of me, was Stella Yamada, beating up my band mates. I didn't even know she could do that, or would do that. But she did. And I was amazed and grateful.
AN: So? How'd you like it? It took me awhile to update, and I'm so sorry! Please Review! :)
