He was Singing our Song

Small town girl, with small town dreams; that was me all the way. I was never the popular kid, I was never the real smart kid, but I had a level head on my shoulders, dreams of taking over the family business and living a simple life. My day dreams were of that one boy, that boy that had my heart, that boy that could make my breath hitch in just a smile. The boy everybody wanted to be friends with, the boy all the girls wanted to flock to, the boy out of my league who would never see me. Eleven years I pined for him, wished it was me he was smiling at because of something silly I did, or the one he trusted with his deepest secrets. The one that he wanted to whisk away from this town and hold tight at his side for the rest of my life. Call it puppy love, call it first love, call it what you will, but to me it was the purest and truest of loves, and it lived in my daydreams. A place that no one could ever reach and take away from me. My senior year, well it would be the most freeing year I ever lived. Not only would I step out of my comfort zone and let my whole small town really see who I was, but the boy who held my heart, would take it and lock it away for all eternity. He would mark it as his, and he would never let me have it back. He would also be the one to break it into a million pieces, and life would never be the same again. What was I doing here? Why here of all places? I vowed so many years ago to never let myself get this close again. I vowed that life would move forward, I would never look back, but yet here I am, I am here, going back against every vow I had made to myself. My heart didn't know whether to run away or beat coldly for the very man that took it all, the man that never gave a second thought to what happened, or what he had done because of his selfish ways. I still wasn't sure why I was here, how I got here, when did I choose this road now, after so many years spent forgetting, so many years learning how to move ahead, how to live again. And yet, here I am. The lights dimmed, and the crowd was silent, you could hear a pin drop in the middle of fifty-thousand people gathered in the dark. The lights flashed and there was a tall, muscular shadow on stage, another light flashed, and his guitar looked as if its shadow blended perfectly with his. One by one the lights came to a low dim, there sat the cowboy, his muddy brown moots, flannel button down shirt, Macon jeans that fit every curve of his legs perfectly. The old lucky cowboy hat sat perfectly on his shaggy onyx-colored ringlets, and those sea green eyes, stared straight thru my soul. He flashed a smile, and the crowd went wild, the girls screamed, they loved him, while shaking signs and jumping up and down, the men clapped their hands and only wished they were him sitting on that stage. His eyes never left mine, as he strummed the first note on his guitar, if it was possible the crowd became even louder. He lifted his hand to the microphone and pulled it to his perfectly shaped, cherry-colored lips, that sat on that sun kissed face. "Tonight, I am going to play something special, something that hasn't been heard before, an original I wrote while down on my luck." The crowd whistled, they hooped and hollered, he smiled, but his eyes still were trained on me, I was a needle in the haystack to all the girls here. "This goes out to someone special, someone dear to me." He placed the microphone back in the stand and the crowd was drowned out around me by the beating of my own heart trying to escape its cage beneath my skin. Tears rolled down my face, while every word seemed to hit me like a tsunami wave, over, and over, and over again. I felt the walls crumble with each strum of that guitar and the pain I could see portrayed through his eyes, was enough to knock the wind out of me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, my feet moved effortlessly slowly navigating me through the crowd, never breaking eye contact. My heart couldn't take it, not again, my breath caught in my chest at the last words leaving his mouth, floating through the air in his beautiful harmonic voice, "Please say you love me, please say I need you." Tyler I finished the last of my song and I still couldn't believe she was standing right here in front of me, beautiful as ever and although her feet were moving, she never broke eye contact. She gave me a soft smile and even with the darkness of the crowd I could clearly see the glistening of tears in her eyes as the lights reflected from them. She blew me a subtle kiss and mouthed the words I am sorry before she broke the eye contact and turned rushing out of the stadium. I felt Charlie's hand on my shoulder, and I looked up only to see him smiling down at me, "Here's your shot, you better go man. I can handle this, but you bring that girl back." "I owe you," I smiled back as I handed him my personal guitar and left the stage in a run. I could hear Charlie talking to the crowd in the background before the music started again, but I couldn't hear what he told the crowd, my heart beating in my chest was the only thing that I could hear.