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Backstage

September 21, 2007

Tears were threatening to fall when suddenly I felt myself float up from the floor. I blinked and realized someone from the stage had just grabbed my arm and has pulled me up. Before I could utter a protest, I found myself staring into his blue eyes. He started singing to me and I was lulled to complete silence by his voice.

My boyfriend loved this song. But he wasn’t here to listen to it. I thought he loved me, but he left me here as well. I guess everything I thought he loved was wrong. He broke up with me during the concert. Not before. Not after, but while this band was singing. Just before the last song. The moron.

Hatred still filled my mind and I was too preoccupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t exactly aware I was on stage in front of a lot of people, my hand being held by this guy they’ve all been praising like a god the whole night.

As the song finished, he escorted me backstage. And as soon as he got down from the stage, he slung his right arm gently onto my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. My nose was telling me he smelled good. Cologne and just a tinge of sweat. His eyes were masked by the changing lights coming from the stage. It was only now that I stood there really looking at him. And everything about him spelled he was dangerous. Irresistibly dangerous.

By the way we stood there, who would have thought we only met on-stage from that last song?

“You want to have coffee later? Or maybe we could hang around the dressing room for a bit of chat?”

“Eh…” This certainly wasn’t going well. My anger for my boyfriend ex had finally washed itself into pure remorse and self pity, and all I felt like doing was curling up on my bed. By myself.

But here I was, standing beside some guy who obviously wanted to get me alone somewhere, and was used to getting his way… wasn’t he?

That’s the way all rock stars were, I guessed.

Hanging my head slightly, I finally mumbled, “Not really… Look, maybe I can give you a rain check.” Of four or five years.. “I’ve had a long night, anyway. I should probably just go home.”

He removed his arm from my shoulder. “If that’s what you’d like.” I blinked at the unexpected agreement. “I’ll be here for another few nights, and then we’re leaving for a provincial tour for awhile.”

I stood blankly at the end of the hall as he turned to leave. My courage finally began building again before he tossed over his shoulder, “Oh! I almost forgot. One of the bouncers found a blue purse on stage earlier. Didn’t you have a purse before?”

The question caught me completely off-guard. “I-…” I stared at my empty hands, mind working quickly to remember where I could have lost it. I have walked off-stage with it, haven’t I?? “Um.. yeah, I did have a purse…”

“Well, you’re welcome to come claim it.” The vocalist rounded the corner.

“… Hey, wait a minute.” I took a tentative step forward… and then another… “Wait up!” I finally shouted, jogging after him.

“Hold on,” I exclaimed, bolstering the door open as he nearly closed it. That purse had a few important things in it… my mobile phone, my passport, my aunt’s credit cards. She’d kill me if she found that out.

“Is this your purse?” He picked up the blue, plastic purse from the dresser, holding it at arm’s length.

“Yeah… thanks,” I mumbled, my ears ringing from the relative quiet in this part of the backstage area. I stepped into the room long enough to grab at the purse.

“No problem,” he replied. I heard the door click shut behind me.

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  • Reply sarah September 21, 2007 at 9:14 pm

    Ha. Clever idiot.

    Nicely done. Simple, straightforward, and…well… in yer face. ^_^

    Will there be a continuation for this? Heehee. But then, even if it ends here, I think it’s a perfectly perfect bitin ending. :yes:

  • Reply detoxified_alipunga September 21, 2007 at 10:37 pm

    Good to see you’re writing again and you’r letting people read them online. Is this realy just creative writing? Or is it based in real life? 😐
    hahaha:mrgreen:

  • Reply mikmak September 22, 2007 at 12:42 am

    girrrrrrrrrrrlllll bitin!!!sobrang bITIN! Ang tindi mo manbitin sis!!!but im glad you are back!

  • Reply finCH September 22, 2007 at 1:42 am

    nice entry
    did the curtain falls after the door click?lol

  • Reply joiz September 22, 2007 at 3:25 am

    I can’t reply to each so I’ll make it general LOL

    I was actually not sure whether the title fits it, I was thinking the vocalist or the concert or … ah never mind.

    Nambitin? Me? Since when did I start doing that? :sweat: uh… 😆

    Hindi ko na masundan e, it might get messy. WTF? Hey, it leaves a damn LOT for the imagination diba?

    and this is NOT based on real life. :gross:

  • Reply fruityoaty September 22, 2007 at 1:19 pm

    Well, that was certainly creative. Good read. 🙂

  • Reply detoxified_alipunga September 25, 2007 at 8:09 am

    oh ok I thought this was related to how you and yeng met 😛

    Joiz: No “Ye” and I met in a bar, during a drinking session — not in one of their concerts, I wasn’t heartbroken then and he didn’t take advantage of me like that (I took advantage of him. hahaha.). Teka why am I even explaining… Go to hell Tom.

  • Reply romeonix September 29, 2007 at 6:47 pm

    sweet ending kinda leaves you hanging. nice read.

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