I walked across the stage, to the microphone. I blew into it, making it send a sound like wind through the arena. The music starts. I take a breath, closing my eyes, before singing into the microphone...
"As we wake up in your room,
Your face is the first thing I see,
The first time I've seen love,
And the last I'll ever need,
You remind her that the future would be nothing without her,
Never lose her, I'm afraid,
Better think of something good to say
Well it's all been done, more than once so I'll keep on trying,
Oh, God, don't let me be the only one who says...
No! At the top of our lungs,
There's no, no such thing as too young,
When second chances won't leave you alone,
Then there's faith in love
She was always the one,
I'll repeat it again, the one,
No such thing as too young,
Red lights flash in the car we're kissing in,
Call me crazy,
I've always tried to remind her that the future's,
Just a few heartbeats away from disaster,
I'm afraid, that I've thrown it all away
No! At the top of our lungs,
There's no, no such thing as too young,
When second chances won't leave you alone
No, at the top of our lungs,
There's no, no such thing as too young,
When second chances won't leave you alone
(No)
We'll repeat it again,
There's no, no such thing as too young,
When second chances won't leave us alone,
Cuz there's faith in...
(Love)
If you kiss me goodnight,
I'll know, everything is alright,
When second chances won't leave us alone,
Won't leave us alone,
'Cause there's faith in love."
My eyes scan the crowd of screaming fans, boys and girls. They landed on one particular boy, standing in the front row, staring at me with a blank look painted on his face. He was doing nothing but staring at me, as if studying me.
I couldn't help myself. I said into the microphone, "You." I pointed at him.
His eyebrows arched, "Me?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Come backstage, got it?"
He looked pretty damn surprised. "Got it."
It took me a minute to realize that the crowd was completely silent.
I cleared my throat before beginning the next song.
At the end of the song, I walked backstage to find the guy. He had long, blonde hair that was in a braid and bright, honey-colored eyes. From my spot on stage, he looked scrawny, but up close, I could see that he was actually pretty muscular.
Just like I like 'em.
He was dressed in dark blue, distressed jeans that clung perfectly to his hips. He had a white v-neck on under a dark, leather jacket. His shoes were a pair of black Vans that matched mine.
His hands were in his pockets, his head tilted back, as one side of his mouth raised. "You asked to see me?"
I swallowed a lump in my throat, nodding.
"You wanna tell me why, exactly?"
"I-I don't really know." I stammered.
"Ah, I see."
"D-Do you wanna come back to the dressing room...?"
Again, one side of his mouth tilted slightly up. "Sure."
"O-Okay." I didn't move a step.
"Are you gonna lead me there?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah." I looked at the ground then walked past him, accidentally brushing against him. I walked down a hallway to my dressing room. Opening the door, I signalled for him to walk inside.
As he walked inside, I followed him. He stood in the middle of the room, looking around.
"So, do you have an explanation on why you called me back here, yet?"
"Uh, not really."
"Well, I think I've got a good idea on why you did." He began walking towards me.