Chapter 6 Briggs
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The crowd here is nothing like what we’ve performed in front of until now.
Normally, I’m cool as a cucumber before shows.
But I can still see the slight shake in my hand holding the mic, and I’ve been up here for a couple of songs now.
Thankfully, I’m trained enough to know how to control my voice and hide the nerves.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I busted out the nickname for Scottie, but with how she’s playing and how feral the crowd is now, I can’t say it wasn’t one of my better ideas.
I figured that after my talk with Felyx and explaining the whole nickname situation, it brought up all the good we’ve had together.
* Really, I’m just tired of having to hide what we have.
Life is too short not to love people you want, and to do it as loudly as possible.
Love hard and loud.
That’s what I’m going to start living by.
We’re in the last song for the night, and a wild idea pops into my head. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing the stairs to the platform again to get to Scottie.
I’m openly dragging my eyes up and down her seated form; she has a black pair of torn-up jean shorts on, an old as hell cropped Blink-182 t-shirt, and her worn to hell Doc Martens.
Her hair and makeup are the only things different about her tonight, but no matter what she looks like or is wearing, she’s still my Bow Tie.
She’s so into the song that she doesn’t see me until I’m on the platform and beside her seat. I sang the last couple of words, and with the last few strikes to the drums from her, I lean down, grabbing her face in both hands, smashing my lips to hers.
The gasp you hear from the crowd is so loud, and we both snicker while still kissing, and the mic picks us up.
And then there’s a deafening cheer that seems to last a lifetime. The way time seems to slow anytime I’m kissing Scottie is something I hope can always happen with us.
Pulling away from the kiss, I stay close enough to whisper, “I love you, Bow Tie.”
I’m immediately hit with a tearful sounding Scottie, “I love you, Singer Boy.”
Another cheer because they heard exactly what we just said to one another. Sometimes I still forget this fucking things will pick up just about any sound.
I hit her with a beaming smile and head to the end of the platform closest to the fans. I yell into the mic for the last time tonight, “Thank you for the amazing show, Ohio! We’re Obsidian Static; we love you!”
They go wild yet again, and the stage lights go black.
Once your eyes adjust back to not being blinded, there’s still plenty of light to see where you’re walking. I grab Scottie’s hand, leading her down the platform’s steps and off the stage.
Felyx is waiting for us at the steps with Mildred tucked under his arm like the feisty little football she is. “You all were amazing! But…can we talk about that kiss?!” Felyx asks while bumping his shoulder into mine.
I look down at Scottie, who is nuzzling between us, and I shoot her a wink.
“You ready to head back to the bus?” I question both of them.
With all the adrenaline running through us, I know there will be no sleeping anytime soon.
That was the best we’ve ever played, and I really don’t like to toot my own horn, but there’s no denying the magic we just made up on that stage.
I don’t know what the magic was coming from, but I have a gut feeling it’s whatever is going on between Scottie and me…
and maybe even Felyx, but I could be reading that whole situation wrong.
My mind keeps going back to the excitement should be coming from us finally being able to headline a music festival of his size, and we just fucking did it!
But I’ve also got my girl by my side now.
And for everyone to see.
* The Hell I Overcame - Bad Omens