Kiss the Demons out of my Dreams, chapter 18
BILLIE'S POV
"C'mon, you guys! We gotta go!" I shouted up the stairs.
"The plane doesn't leave for another 5 hours, BJ. We have time," Mike mumbled from the bottom of the stairs. He had a ton of suitcases around him. Tre came down the stairs behind him and added another few bags to the pile.
"What's the rush?" he asked.
"Traffic. I don't wanna be late," I said. I already had my stuff in Tre's car. I couldn't wait.
"No, no, NO! Left, not right!" Mike shouted at Tre, who jerked the steering wheel to the left. I sat in the back, laughing and watching my two best friends struggle and fight. Tre had to be the worst driver ever. We had landed in Las Vegas ,where our first show was, two hours ago only to find that our limo had gone to our hotel instead of the airport, so we would have to drive to the hotel ourselves. Naturally, Tre wanted a big car, so he picked out a big, black SUV.
"It's a family car. We're a family, right?" he had said when we groaned about his choice of car. Neither me or Mike wanted to drive the thing, so we let Tre drive it. Big mistake. Tre was about as good at driving as he was at making pancakes. Finally, he swerved into the parking lot of our hotel. We checked in and went up to our room. I opened the door to our suite and looked around. It was pretty big, of course. We walked into a living room with a couple of couches and a flat screen TV. Right behind the living room was a glass door leading to the balcony. On one side of the living room was the kitchen, the other side with two doors. I walked into the one near the balcony. Behind the door was a small-ish room, with a bed, drawers, a desk, and a floor length mirror. There was a door that led to a bathroom, and one glass door leading to the balcony. Tre and Mike went through the other door. It was pretty much the same, but it had two beds, two of everything else, a bathroom, but no door to the balcony.
"I think I'll take this one," I shouted out the door, plopping on the bed. Tre walked in.
"No fair. You get a room all to yourself," he scowled.
"Hey, I called it," I smirked.
"Yeah, well, you just wait. Me and Mike are gonna have a slumber party, and you won't get invited. So there!" he pouted and stomped out of the room like a little kid. I laughed and lay back. My hand slid up my neck, where I fingered the gold chain. This time, though, I just smiled before falling asleep.
THREE WEEKS LATER
I stared out at the crowd of people, all waiting for us to start. We started playing, they started cheering and screaming. It was always so...exhilerating, up here on the stage. I grinned as I sang. My eyes were closed, and I opened them to see the people. They looked so happy. We ended the song, and I knew what came next. Mike and Tre left the stage and I positioned myself on the edge of the stage. Everyone was quiet ans I started the song, letting my fingers glide over the strings of my guitar. The song was one of my favorites, yet one of the hardest. It was, after all, the last song I had written for Carrie.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you were to go...
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life..."
I finished the song and strummed the last notes, opening my eyes. Everyone was cheering and jumping up and down. But I felt empty. I always did after this song. As I scanned the crowd, seeing all the happy faces, I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.
"Um...thanks," I said quietly into the mic, my voice cracking. I was about to turn around when I saw her. Her hair was honey blond now, the darkness died out, but I could swear it was her. Our eyes met, and I couldn't breathe. I stood there, frozen. She was here. Carrie was here. When she saw me looking, she turned and headed for the doors. I watched helplessly as she went, staring at the back of her yellow head. Finally, just before she got to the door, I grabbed the mic.
"Carrie! Wait!" I cried into it. She turned around again to look at me. Instead of leaving, she stood where she was. The crowd had gone silent, and everyone was staring at the back of the concert hall.
"Um...I guess that's the end of the concert. Bye!" I shouted quickly into the mic before running backstage. Mike and Tre looked at me worriedly, but I ignored them and ran out into the crowd. I didn't care that I was running like a mad man, shoving people out of the way. I just kept running towards the doors. I got to the door, but she had left. Suddenly terrified that I had lost her again, I ran out the doors, into the street.
"Carrie!" I shouted. I ran down the street towards a park, my lungs burning. I kept running until, finally, I saw her. She was sitting on the park bench, knees pulled up to her chest in the darkness. I ran up to her.
"Carrie," I whispered. She looked up, and I could see the tears staining her cheeks.
"Hey, Billie Joe," she sniffed.
"Carrie, you...you're here," I said, sitting next to her.
"Yeah. I...I heard you were here, and I got a ticket," she said, wiping her eyes.
"So, um..." I struggled for something to say, anything to keep her here with me. I was so shocked to see her, I couldn't really talk.
"Billie, I'm sorry," she blurted out. Fresh tears sprung from her eyes, and she shook with sobs. I gently placed my arms around her, stroking her head. Suddenly, the excitement of everything caught up with me, and I was crying too. I rested my head on hers, needing her as much for support as she needed me.
"C'mon, you guys! We gotta go!" I shouted up the stairs.
"The plane doesn't leave for another 5 hours, BJ. We have time," Mike mumbled from the bottom of the stairs. He had a ton of suitcases around him. Tre came down the stairs behind him and added another few bags to the pile.
"What's the rush?" he asked.
"Traffic. I don't wanna be late," I said. I already had my stuff in Tre's car. I couldn't wait.
"No, no, NO! Left, not right!" Mike shouted at Tre, who jerked the steering wheel to the left. I sat in the back, laughing and watching my two best friends struggle and fight. Tre had to be the worst driver ever. We had landed in Las Vegas ,where our first show was, two hours ago only to find that our limo had gone to our hotel instead of the airport, so we would have to drive to the hotel ourselves. Naturally, Tre wanted a big car, so he picked out a big, black SUV.
"It's a family car. We're a family, right?" he had said when we groaned about his choice of car. Neither me or Mike wanted to drive the thing, so we let Tre drive it. Big mistake. Tre was about as good at driving as he was at making pancakes. Finally, he swerved into the parking lot of our hotel. We checked in and went up to our room. I opened the door to our suite and looked around. It was pretty big, of course. We walked into a living room with a couple of couches and a flat screen TV. Right behind the living room was a glass door leading to the balcony. On one side of the living room was the kitchen, the other side with two doors. I walked into the one near the balcony. Behind the door was a small-ish room, with a bed, drawers, a desk, and a floor length mirror. There was a door that led to a bathroom, and one glass door leading to the balcony. Tre and Mike went through the other door. It was pretty much the same, but it had two beds, two of everything else, a bathroom, but no door to the balcony.
"I think I'll take this one," I shouted out the door, plopping on the bed. Tre walked in.
"No fair. You get a room all to yourself," he scowled.
"Hey, I called it," I smirked.
"Yeah, well, you just wait. Me and Mike are gonna have a slumber party, and you won't get invited. So there!" he pouted and stomped out of the room like a little kid. I laughed and lay back. My hand slid up my neck, where I fingered the gold chain. This time, though, I just smiled before falling asleep.
THREE WEEKS LATER
I stared out at the crowd of people, all waiting for us to start. We started playing, they started cheering and screaming. It was always so...exhilerating, up here on the stage. I grinned as I sang. My eyes were closed, and I opened them to see the people. They looked so happy. We ended the song, and I knew what came next. Mike and Tre left the stage and I positioned myself on the edge of the stage. Everyone was quiet ans I started the song, letting my fingers glide over the strings of my guitar. The song was one of my favorites, yet one of the hardest. It was, after all, the last song I had written for Carrie.
"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you were to go...
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life..."
I finished the song and strummed the last notes, opening my eyes. Everyone was cheering and jumping up and down. But I felt empty. I always did after this song. As I scanned the crowd, seeing all the happy faces, I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat.
"Um...thanks," I said quietly into the mic, my voice cracking. I was about to turn around when I saw her. Her hair was honey blond now, the darkness died out, but I could swear it was her. Our eyes met, and I couldn't breathe. I stood there, frozen. She was here. Carrie was here. When she saw me looking, she turned and headed for the doors. I watched helplessly as she went, staring at the back of her yellow head. Finally, just before she got to the door, I grabbed the mic.
"Carrie! Wait!" I cried into it. She turned around again to look at me. Instead of leaving, she stood where she was. The crowd had gone silent, and everyone was staring at the back of the concert hall.
"Um...I guess that's the end of the concert. Bye!" I shouted quickly into the mic before running backstage. Mike and Tre looked at me worriedly, but I ignored them and ran out into the crowd. I didn't care that I was running like a mad man, shoving people out of the way. I just kept running towards the doors. I got to the door, but she had left. Suddenly terrified that I had lost her again, I ran out the doors, into the street.
"Carrie!" I shouted. I ran down the street towards a park, my lungs burning. I kept running until, finally, I saw her. She was sitting on the park bench, knees pulled up to her chest in the darkness. I ran up to her.
"Carrie," I whispered. She looked up, and I could see the tears staining her cheeks.
"Hey, Billie Joe," she sniffed.
"Carrie, you...you're here," I said, sitting next to her.
"Yeah. I...I heard you were here, and I got a ticket," she said, wiping her eyes.
"So, um..." I struggled for something to say, anything to keep her here with me. I was so shocked to see her, I couldn't really talk.
"Billie, I'm sorry," she blurted out. Fresh tears sprung from her eyes, and she shook with sobs. I gently placed my arms around her, stroking her head. Suddenly, the excitement of everything caught up with me, and I was crying too. I rested my head on hers, needing her as much for support as she needed me.
