AN: The song used in this chapter is credited to Smallhours. It is called Too Good. Thanks for the reviews.
Tristan knew that he had to play "Too Good." It was her song, the most recent, he'd only written it four days before. As for it being unfinished, he'd just play the song he had and if need be add something. Relaxed for the first time that day, he zoned out and went over the song, taking out the written music just in case. He took the stage to loud applause and yelling he recognized as his friends. He took a deep breath, propped his guitar up on his knees and began to play, shakily at first, but then he saw her, her blue eyes captivating. They smiled at her; he closed his matching eyes and began to sing
All alone again without you
Here to say that it will all is fine
I need a hand from you to
Help me get back home on time
Wondering if I will find a friend
So good as you ever again
Enough of imperfections as long as
You will stay with me to the end
His fingers were operating on autopilot, recognizing new notes, dancing with the guitar, and playing for him.
Don't you
Tend too see through what I do
One look and you'll see
It can not be me cause
I can see that
You're to good for me
And I need you too
Say that it's not true
He almost panicked at this point. He had nothing else to do so he started the main riff again and looked deep inside himself. He found words he didn't know were there.
How can I go on without?
Sitting here when you are someone else
Who's just too good for me?
But I can't be that
I am just myself
Taking a deep breath he decided to finish with one last chorus, the audience singing along with him, he opened his eyes and smiled at all the eyes looking at him, but he couldn't find hers. Finally he spotted her figure, eyes closed and smiling.
I can see that
You're too good for me
And I need you too
Say that it's not true.
Not true.
The crowd's applause was tremendous and loud. He stood up, over whelmed and saw her in the audience standing up along side Jess and Lane, smiling. He put down his guitar and flicked his fingers at the crowd, grabbing his guitar by the neck and hauling it backstage. Jumping down he crossed the empty dance floor and sat down at the table. Jess and Lane offered him encouraging words, but she was silent. He glanced over at her, she returned is glance with a smile, spreading from ear to ear. He smiled back and a few other people gave positive remarks as they walked by. A few other performers played none of them extremely amazing. The DJ sauntered up on stage, bantering with the crowd, poking fun at a few bizarre looking people. Eventually he whipped the envelope out, reading the winners. "Third place goes to Kelly Orsini," he handed the girl an envelope and she sauntered off stage. "Second place goes to…Trinlisa Simpson." Tristan let the air out of his lungs, crossing his fingers, glancing at Rory who shot him a tight-lipped smile. "First place, was a very original performance, goes to Tristan DuGrey." He smiled and shook his head in disbelief. Too much applause he walked up on stage and accepted the envelope. Jogging back to the table Rory gave him a huge hug, squealing congratulations, over the din of the crowd. A loud, pulsating song came on over the sound system and Jess hurried over to the bar to get drinks. Rory opened the envelope, which contained a fifty-dollar bill.
"You don't exactly need this," she raised her eyebrows waving the money.
"I'll use it for my musical career and for the betterment of man kind," he protested. "Or I could just get the Coldplay CD." She laughed, handing him back the money. He sucked in a breath, noticing the amount of skin exposed along her shoulder, to the strap of her tank top and down to her black pants. She looked glamorous in something so simple, a look only she could pull off. He shook his head and stood up. "I'm going to dance," he said to Rory.
"Good for you," she retorted, a twinkle in her eye.
"Are you going to dance?" He asked.
"I was thinking about it." He grabbed her hand pulling her towards the floor.
"Do me a favor," she glanced up at him curiously "stop thinking."