I sat and watched the show. Deviated Skeptics was playing a song I hadn’t heard them play. But it didn’t matter I only had eyes for my Rockstar. He could be mad at me. Say I never saw him, but he was wrong I’d seen him all the time. How could I not see those gorgeous blue eyes and mussed up hair. But he never seemed interested. I wasn’t exactly flaunting the I like boys vibe at Aspect either. He could have made the first move. But it would have to have been bold, left me wanting and intrigued. I had to want to see him again.
Now I couldn’t imagine life without him. Now he was standing on stage playing his heart out and I was shielding from him. I opened to him and let him feel how much I loved him and needed him. I watched him play and carried my feelings to him.
I could see the change in his demeanor. I saw the change that told me he loved me back, that he was happy I was open to him again. I focused on that. Because thinking about the bad things was not something I wanted to do. Ant was a good friend.
He knew me better than I knew myself some days.
I sat in my seat while the others around me stood and cheered. My first concert. But all I wanted was to watch my lover play up on that stage. It was funny as the crowd grew thick in front of me no one stepped in front of my view. I had a clear line to Dev the three feet to me and the barrier was devoid of people. No one seemed to notice. I hadn’t extended walls of air, but my will extended beyond to humans and their weakness to mental magics. It was hard to explain but I wasn’t doing anything. I never did anything to any of my other powers.
Their set ended and the main band took stage. The crowd overtook my empty space and I let them. I didn’t care, maybe it was me though. Maybe it had been Dev.
I sat and listened to the band playing. It wasn’t music I typically listened to but I did recognize the song they started with. Dev and Sage both listened to it. There was a disturbance in the crowd and the ways parted easily. I saw my rockstar standing above me with an extended hand. I took it. I wasn’t sure if it was a visage or him for real but I would follow him anywhere – to the ends of the earth if he asked me to.
Dev pulled me up the stairs back stage and sat down on the trunks looking out onto the stage. He pulled me into his lap and and wrapped his arms around me. I sank into his arms and rested my head against his shoulder and watched the rest of the concert with Dev holding me. We didn’t speak, except for Dev whispering into my ear, “I’m sorry.”