From behind the wall, I can hear a large group of people talking to each other. They're loud, The audience erupts in screams and cheers, filling the entire room.
But I have no idea what the fuss is all about... No one has ever seen us play before in front of so many people. We can assume that they're merely trying to show their support for our band by doing so. I'm not certain. Expectations should be lowered for both parties. The truth is, we're not very good. I tell myself a story.
Actually, I want them to cheer for us. It's just a fact. Honestly, I think we're great enough to deserve all the cheers, claps, and praise that we've received so far.
In addition, my twin brother Eli was very ill with an unknown disease, which is also the truth. This is a disease I'd prefer to have rather than him. His life would be worth more than mine if it meant that I didn't have to watch my brother slowly die right in front of me.
The two of us have been there for each other since the day we were born, and we'll continue to be. We've gone through it all together and had a great time. As soon as I began to spiral out of control, he was there to help me get back on my feet. We were in the room when he was diagnosed with a disease for which there is currently no known treatment or cure. His attention is shifting away from me now.
As it turns out, he was forced to undergo emergency surgery just a day before the big concert. His seat would be in the front row or wherever he wanted it as long as he was here, and he was going to take advantage of it.
The problem is that he isn't one of them. After a surgery that was supposed to take place next week, he's recuperating at home. As of right now, he's probably sleeping.
As long as he is alive, he shouldn't have been fighting for his life.
I stomp on the wall and regret it immediately. Although a little pain in my foot bothers me, I try to remain calm because I know it is nothing compared to what Eli goes through. I kick the wall over and over, cursing myself for even thinking about how happy I am on stage while my brother endures countless surgeries that I know he despises.
"Chase?" Someone says, but I don't look back. My kicking and cursing continue unabated, as do my curses. As I look around, I see Daniel staring horrified at me.
On their way over to me is the rest of my band. Their expressions are a mix of worry and confusion. Despite my best efforts, they know I have mental... issues. On the other hand, we're all afflicted with something.
"Are you all right?" Elliot asks, "I'm all right," I mumble something. "Are you certain?" "You didn't look fine," Daniel observes.
There is nothing I can do to keep my band from finding out what I'm doing. We've been friends for a long time. We know everything about each other.
I take a deep breath. Then exhale slowly to attempt to relax.
"He's supposed to be here," I say this while attempting to keep all of the feelings that are boiling up inside of me hidden. "We're aware," Kadon replies. "But he's trying to get better," he begins after a big breath.
Despite his best efforts, he is unable to calm me down.
I want to react and argue. Something about him, however, seems to soothe everyone. Now that Shane is in charge, the rest of the band appears calmer. I decide to pay attention to him and take a deep breath. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. I already feel more relaxed.
Is it true that you're feeling better? His eyes dart from side to side as he searches for any clue that I could be about to blow up again.
"Yeah." When I answer, I do so as quietly as possible. I'm thinking about the band right now, actually. I adore them to the point of insanity. No, we aren't perfect, but I'd rather have imperfection than perfection. Kadon's drumming keeps us all on time. Elliot's guitar talents are always on target. As a guitarist, Shane is able to play anything. It doesn't matter what he sings, Daniel's voice is always flawless.
Then there's me, who's the only one left. I'm well aware that I'm a bass slayer. However, there are occasions when I think that the band would be perfect. I'm not here.
It is as if Elliot has been reading me for some time and is shaking his head at me.
You're needed as a member of our band, Chase." He makes a point of saying. Almost everyone nods their heads in agreement and nods. I hear from backstage that there are only five minutes left till showtime.
Suddenly, my mind is racing and I'm feeling frightened. Everyone is looking at me with a worried expression on their face, therefore my face must be filled with complete horror.
If Eli is gone, I can't go on." They know. All of them have the same expression on their faces as they gaze at each other. You can see by the expression on his face that he's sorry. The truth is, I know they're correct, and I know there's no purpose in expecting he'll show up again. Nevertheless, it's as if I'm grasping it for the very first time. They are the one person who will never judge me, and that is my brother, who is also my best friend.
This is a fictional story, and all of the names and locations in it are made up by me.