The orange radiance of the sky began to settle on the coastal city of Volcaldera Bluffs. The sand along the coastline sparkled in the sun’s light, and the shadow casted by the hill stretched across the suburban area. Somewhere along the street that connects to the neighborhood, I was running back home with tears streaming down my cheeks.

The sound of my boots stomping against the concrete sidewalk as I pumped my right foot in front of my left; corners of my vision blurred from the tears building up around my mascara.

 

Countless sounds echoed inside my head as the event replayed over in my mind.

 

My back-to-school concert.

...

I was so thrilled to play in front of a live audience with Reed and Trish. After calling my sibling to fuck off, I glanced over to Reed and gave a nod to him as he returned one back with a smirk across his muzzle. Looking over to Trish, our eyes met. Her brows knit together slightly and smiled with a firm nod, silently telling me “Let’s do this.” We grabbed our equipment and moved to our places.

The entire band tilted their heads down before the curtains opened up to the dimly lit auditorium.

The bright fresnel lights shone down on the trio, there was a brief pause in the air.

I thought to myself, “This is our moment to shine motherfuckers.” Needing no introduction because they were for pussies anyways.

Trish began with her bass, and soon Reed and I followed after. I strummed hard on the bass before the lyrics came up, leaning up a tad closer to the microphone and screamed out to the crowd watching our performance. I thought everything was going our way but not until after…

“PFFTTT HAHAHAHAAHAHA THEY STILL FUCKING SUCK!”

 

The Immediate pang of laughter struck me.

 

I stood there frozen in place, my right hand’s strumming slowly ceased and rested above the bass strings. I hardly noticed Trish and Reed had stopped playing too because of the hoots and hollering in front of us had eclipsed our music.

 

 

The constant jeering, booing, laughter towards me was too much to bear.
Part of me wanted to just grip the neck of the bass and fucking slam it into their fucking heads.

As much as that felt cathartic, I didn’t want to get in trouble.
Standing there trying to ignore those fucking assholes in the audience.

 

 . . .

The laughter rang loud in my ears.

 

My face contorts into pure unadulterated anger.

 

My limit breaks.



[POST-NOTES]

    Howdy hey!

    Thanks for taking the time to read my FIRST ever writing of a POV fiction of Fang's dilemna