Maybe he’s already at the stadium. Eyes flitting to the clock, it’s only a little past six in the evening, but I’d imagine the band has to be there well before the show starts to practice and do sound check, and whatever the hell else they do before the fans arrive and the show starts.
The phone vibrates in my hand, and I swear my heart stops for a beat.
Unknown: You were at the show, or you saw it online?
Me: I was there. Albeit in shitty ass seats, but I was there.
Unknown: What brings you to Sydney?
An idea pops into my head, a smile forming on my lips.
Me: Two truths and a lie?
The text bubble pops up and disappears a few times, and it makes me laugh knowing that he’s probably scowling so hard right now.
Unknown: Fine.
Me: I flew coach the entire way here. I’ve thought about you every single day since you left Black Diamond. I flew here for the sole purpose of finding and talking to you.
Three minutes pass, no response.Fuck.Throwing the covers off my lap, I jump off the bed, staring down at the phone while I pace in front of it, praying for it to light up.
Come on, Caspian… come on. Give me a response. Give mesomething.
When another few minutes passes with nothing, I bite out a clipped“fuck,”before deciding now would be a good time to take a leak and splash some water on my face, if only to distract myself.
By the time I head back toward the bed, my body is practically vibrating with nerves. Heaving a sigh, I grab the phone, my chest tightening as I see a response waiting for me.
Yes!
Unknown: I was going to say you’d never fly coach, but then again, you dress like you shop in the dumpster, so now I’m not so sure.
The laugh that comes from me is loud and unexpected. He isn’t wrong, though. I wouldn’t fly coach.
Saving his number into my phone, I go to type out a response, but he beats me to it.
Caspian: You coming to tonight’s show too?
Holy shit.
Me: As a matter of fact, I am.
The text bubble appears and disappears again, my stomach churning.
Caspian: I’ll leave a ticket with security if you want to come backstage after the show.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Holy shit.He wants me to come backstage. That has to be a good sign, right?
Me: Yeah. That’d be cool.
Caspian: Sweet.
Me: Break a leg.
Me: Do people say that to musicians or is it only theatre?
Caspian: … Only theatre.
Me: Oh, fuck off. I’ll see you tonight.
