Rydell Brighton
I grabbed my guitar and threw it around my back. I took my phone out and checked the time. Karl Wolf was still performing. I couldn't wait for him to be done. I wanted this to be over and done with, whether the outcome was positive or negative.

"I want to thank you all, Montreal! Born and raised!" He yelled into the mic. All of the fans screamed and cheered for him as he left the stage and ran by me.

I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. It was J.T. "Rydell, I just wanted to wish you good luck. I know this is actually your first performance anywhere kind of big. But I hope it all goes well."

"Thank you, J."

"Now next on stage we have Rydell Bright performing!" Everyone was a bit confused as I walked on stage. I wasn't from Montreal for one thing, but I also wasn't on the list of performing acts. None of that mattered because everyone still cheered as I walked on stage.

"I want to thank everyone who came out today," I paused for a second as I scanned the crowd. There had to be thousands of people standing around this New Years Eve night. "I'm going to perform only two songs, because that's all they told me I had time to—"

"Screw what they say! You're hot and you can perform as long as you want!" I heard someone who sounded drunk yell. Everyone started laughing.

"Thank you, but I wish I could. So here it goes." I adjusted the microphone and pulled my guitar in front of me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe before singing.

* * *

Carey Price

"P.K., why do you want to watch these people perform so much when we could be getting wasted right now?" I complained to the guy who was pushing through the crowds of people. I could hear a girl talking loudly through the speakers, but I could care less.

"...So here it goes," Was what I heard before I seen a girl playing a song.

I froze in my tracks as we were near the front of the stage. P.K. stared at me, hoping for some type of reaction. But I didn't know what to think.

"Another name goes up in lights. You wonder if you’ll make it out alive. And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one. Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one. Can you tell me now, you’re the lucky one, oh, oh, oh..." She sang so beautifully. Her voice soothed me and made me remember all of the things I missed about her. I missed her.

After she finished singing she paused and brought the mic closer to her mouth. "Okay, so here's a song for someone," her eyes ran through the crowds, "I don't think he's here, but here it goes." She shifted her guitar and tuned it.

* * *

Rydell Brighton

I scanned the crowds, looking for Carey or at least P.K., but it was useless. Neither one of them was in sight. I might as well try, was all that ran through my head. There were plenty of more people gathered around. I figured the word had got out that I was here.

"I'm gonna wear you down. I'm gonna make you see. I'm gonna get to you, you're gonna give into me. I'm gonna start a fire. You're gonna feel the heat. I'm gonna burn for you, you're gonna melt for me. Come on, come on, into my arms. Come on, come on. Give into me."

* * *

Carey Price

I ran through the crowds. I pushed my way through plenty of people. I noticed P.K. following behind me. I had to talk to her.
"You're gonna take my hand. Whisper the sweetest words. And if you're ever sad I'll make you laugh, I'll chase the hurt. My heart set is on you." I got closer to the stage each lyric she sang. "I don't want no one else. And if you don't want me, I guess I'll be all by myself." I ran past the security guards and made my way to the outdoor stage. Come on, come on, into my arms. Come on, come on. I'll use my eyes to draw you in. Until I'm under your skin. I'll use my lips, I'll use my arms."

I stood on the side of the stage, staring at her. P.K. rested his hand on my shoulder. "Go get her." I felt him shove me on towards the stage.

"Come on, come on, come on. Give into me, give into me," she slowly said.


She stared at me while she played the chords. Her smiled broke through her tensed lips. I found myself grabbing her and bringing her body to mine. Our faces were close and quiet, just as the crowd was. I love her.


"Kiss her, Price!" I heard a fan yell. We both chuckled and kissed, in front of thousands.

After kissing she grabbed the microphone one last time, "Give into me."


"I did a long time ago," I whispered in her ear.

Notes

THAT'S IN MAN. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT'S IT.

jk...
there will be an epilogue!