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People were jumping around, pushing, sweating. They were screaming in unison, and I could barely make out the words of the song but it didn’t matter. I was screaming myself, my mouth wide open and articulating words I couldn’t even hear on top of the song the band was playing.
Everything was a blur around me, apart from those clear blue eyes that were still watching me.
When the concert began, I caught hold of them. I was so absorbed by them; I didn’t even remember the other features that composed the face they were set in. But again, it didn’t matter. I was here to see my boyfriend perform.
I forced myself to jump like the others surrounding me, swinging my wet hair out of my eyes. I looked up, trying to actually see the boys that were on the stage. Sam was up there somewhere, playing his guitar and jumping up and down to the beat of the song he was playing. I knew that even if we didn’t see each other, it meant a lot to him that I was here tonight.
It was his first real show, opening up for a quite famous band called For Today. Round In Circles, Sam’s band, had performed a lot in the last year, but it had been a great surprise when they were invited to play with one of their favorite bands.
Once again, a flash of light illuminated the mysterious eyes, looking in my direction. They caused me to turn around abruptly, pushing past two guys that were moshing. They smiled at me, looking me over to make sure I wasn’t hurt.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, but the tall blond guy still looked at me, startled. He put his ear close to my mouth, shaking his head to show he hadn’t heard.
“I’m okay, thanks,” I screamed this time, and another smile stretched the guy’s lips. His thumb lifted into the air and he walked away, leaving me.
I looked back to a bunch of guys, dancing and punching the air around them, some were screaming at the top of their lungs.
This was exactly why I loved concerts so much. The energy level was at its highest, and nobody was really judging.
What are you waiting for? A voice called out to me. I smiled, taking a few steps into the mosh pit and throwing my arms around. It didn’t take long before my body was tired, my heart beating fast and my lungs burning to get more air. But deep screams, low guitar riffs and repetitive drums were all you needed to get a thousand, over excited teens to let loose, including me.
People were pushing back, forming a larger open space in the middle of the crowd. It didn’t take long before that hole filled up with people, pushing each other hard. I was pushed into it, not having a second to resist, before someone else rammed into me. The little air I still had left my lungs as my mouth opened in a silent scream. Then, I was on the floor but hands caught me, trying to help me up. When they finally succeeded, I stumbled to face those eyes again. They were piercing my soul, probably seeing right through me. My hands went up to cover my chest, like I was naked and I was trying to cover myself. I felt my cheeks growing hot, and I knew they were a deep shade of crimson. Thank God for the poor lighting, I thought.
The eyes that were still looking right in mine were leaving me feeling hot all over. I felt nervous, even though I didn’t have any reason to be. My thoughts were jumbled... A puzzle I couldn’t even begin to decipher.
While I was still obsessing and trying to calm myself down, we stood there, immobile and oblivious to the untamed crowd surrounding us. The light was reflecting off of the blue irises and my eyes went down a little to gaze at the full lips that were strecthing to a warm smile. An intimate smile, my mind corrected.
Are you okay? He seemed to say. His lips weren’t moving, but his eyes spoke in a way no lips, no matter how beautiful, could have done. I nodded, still too stunned to answer. He wouldn’t have heard me if I did.
His eyes drifted to the back of the room, where an exit was probably nestled. Do you want to go outside? His eyes seemed to ask. I did, it was incredibly hot in here, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. He seemed to understand too, like he too could read me just like an open book. Like my thoughts were all exposed before him. He took my hand and pushed his way into the crowd. It didn’t take long before we were through the main door, taking deep breaths of fresh air. Air that was rare back in that stuffed venue.
He spoke then, his voice taking me by surprise. It was pretty low and rough, not what I had expected from a guy like him. Legs clad in a pair of dark skinny jeans, and an August Burns Red shirt tightly covering his chest, he looked like a pretty big guy.
“It’s pretty crazy in there. I wasn’t sure you were going to get out of there alive,” he said, laughing at his joke. I smiled, I wasn’t sure I had the energy to laugh.
“My name’s Trevor by the way,” he said, looking at me expectantly.
“I’m Tess.” I extended my hand out of habit. He took it in his, shaking it once before letting it go. My hand bounced against my side, and I could still feel the pressure of his palm against mine, a tingling making its way up my arm.
I looked around, feeling like I should say something to make this less awkward, but I didn’t know what to say. It turned out I didn’t have to say anything because there were people flooding out of the door, probably taking some air before going back in there for one final band. Sam had finished his gig.
I had a sinking feeling in my gut, a name appeared before my eyes. I hadn’t even thought of Sam since Trevor had came over to me. I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I was standing outside with another guy that wasn't my boyfriend. And that this guy, had such an effect on me.
“I’ve got to go see my boyfriend; he’s probably waiting for me backstage...” I left my sentence unfinished, pointing behind me at the side door, where Sam probably was.
“He’s in Round In Circles? Well, let me at least bring you back to him,” he said, his face warmed up by another one of his smiles. I nodded, feeling too much like a bitch to say no, but still wanting his company.
“The door’s probably locked,” I said, feeling stupid.
“Come, I know another way.” He pushed me along the mass of people, shoving when it was necessary. We got back inside, and then he turned to the left, nodding to a guy standing close to the door. It seemed like a storage room, so many boxes of CD’s and shirts covering the floor. But then he directed me to another door, one that led to the room just beside the stage. The one I had been with Sam just before the show had begun.
When Sam saw me, he smiled and spread his arms so I could fit right in, giving me a tight hug.
“You were awesome.” He didn’t answer. Instead, he looked over my head, to Trevor, who was still standing behind me.
“Hey man, it’s been a long time.” His voice surprised me. He sounded like he knew Trevor.
“I know. She’s right, you guys were pretty good.” Trevor smiled again, eyes flashing just for a second toward me and then coming back to settle on Sam’s face. It made me shiver, and I knew it shouldn’t have. It felt wrong to stand next to Sam, wrong to look him in the eyes and smile.
“You guys know each other?” I asked, looking from one to the other. Trevor winked at me, smiling once again. I was getting angry with him. Why did he have to smile so much?
“Yeah, we went to school together for a bit,” Sam said, taking me by the waist. I had the impulse to push him away, but I got myself together before I could even move my hand. Trevor seemed to see the conflict inside of me, his blue eyes pouring into me.
I didn’t even know him and he still made me sway. Sam didn’t even had that effect on me, and he was my boyfriend for God’s sake. My heart was so confused, pounding to another gaze, another voice, other hands then my own boyfriend's.
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