Do you remember the first time
you died? To be honest, it’s a stupid question, because it’s designed for
someone else to answer, but instead I’m the only one who can. I do remember the
first time I discovered I was immortal. How can I forget. It’s when the world
ended. It’s when everyone else died. It’s when my family and friends, my girlfriend
and her family, all died.
According
to scientists, the world was scheduled to end about 5 billion years in the
future, when the sun becomes a red giant and consumes our world. Until then, we
all assumed everything would be OK up until then. We all assumed human kind had
developed our technology and left this world. We were all expecting to watch
this world be destroyed by the aging sun from afar and then afterwards, carry
on as normal as humans do best.
The
sun is still shining, but the world has ended. Life, nature, the universe, was
following a schedule no one could have predicted.
When
I woke up in the morning, I was happy and nervous. My very first thought was
getting a long shower whilst I ponder today’s events.
I
was happy because the night before my girlfriend of five years was able to get
a couple of days off work to come down and see me in person instead of having
to talk to each other via Skype. I was happy because she was coming down to
support during a concert.
I
was nervous because my girlfriend of five years was coming down to see me in
person and watch me perform a concert, and it was my very first ever concert in
an actual arena – the Wembley Arena to be precise. 12,500 people all staring at
me and the band. I had only ever performed in small areas, theatres and concert
halls, night clubs and the occasional festival. As our popularity grew, we
finally reached our dreams of performing in an actual arena. Even though it was
looking good as it was completely sold out – every single seat was occupied by
some stranger who liked our music – there was still a chance it wouldn’t go as
well as planned, but if it does go exactly as we hoped, we had officially
broken into arenas. We would be able to tour around the world, performing in
the greatest arenas in the world.
The
night before, I struggle to sleep. I was so nervous. My girlfriend, Stacy,
texted me and requested a chat over Skype. I knew instantly she sensed I was
nervous. It’s not as if this was my first time being nervous, especially being
a musician and singer. Practically the night before any performance I’m
nervous, but they’re the kind of nerves I had gotten used to after seven years
of performing all year round. I’m able to control those nerves and never let
them take control. This time, a new wave stronger than I had ever felt before
hit me – this was an actual arena.
“Hey,
I know you can’t sleep,” Stacy’s text read, “and I know it’s late, but you need
to talk to someone.”
I
lazily put my laptop on sleep instead of shutting off completely, so when I
boot it back up and input my password, all the programs that I was working with
at the time are already open, including Skype.
Propping
a pillow up on my headboard, grabbing my laptop and lifting the lid, it boots
up instantly. It’s not the healthiest thing to do to any laptop, but it does
save a lot of time when you’re in a rush, and it actually hasn’t been properly
turned off in two years and it’s still going strong, so that’s just a way of
telling me I can keep putting it on sleep.
As
soon as my name flashed up on Stacy’s end to show I was online, she called me.
The Skype’s ringtone didn’t have chance to echo around my room; I answered the
call and Stacy’s glowing face appeared on my screen. It might be 11PM, but she
still looks fresh and beautiful as ever, whilst I know I look tired, with bags
under my eyes and hair that has been abused against my pillow as I’ve tossed
and turned, trying to get comfortable.
Stacy
smiled, “Evening.” She was also sitting in bed, with a pillow stuck between her
head and wall. The laptop was resting on her lap.
“Are
they new pyjamas?” I asked. They were red with a white flowery pattern all
over.
“They
are,” she answered, “I found them today whilst walking to the train station
from work. I saw them in the window and immediately saw myself in them.
Normally I don’t really put much effort into pyjamas, because it’s not as if
I’m going anywhere in them, and I’ll be asleep when I am wearing them, but I
found these calling out to me, so I bought them. You like?” she asked.
“I
do,” I grinned. I was wearing my pair that I’ve hard for years now. Plain old
grey, but they were incredibly comfortable, and can be worn all year round –
not too hot in the summer, not too cold during the winter. Not much more can be
asked of them, to be honest.
“I
also found a new outfit as well,’ Stacy continued. ‘I thought about not telling
you, but what’s the harm of telling you I’ve got a new outfit when I’m not
actually going to show it to you until tomorrow?” she asked rhetorically.
“Besides, now I’ve given you warning, you should notice it,” she joked.
“Who
says I wouldn’t notice it anyway?” I asked, knowing she was joking and carrying
it on a bit longer. That’s how our chemistry works.
“Do
you want the list in alphabetical or numerical order?” she said.
“Alphabetical,
please?” I requested. This caught her off guard.
“Ah,
you see, I wasn’t expecting to get this far,” she admitted.
“Are
you saying you didn’t comprise a list.”
“Tie,”
Stacy suggested. That’s our go-to response whenever we’ve bested each other.
“Tie,”
I agreed.
Stacy
quickly moved onto the next subject, the concert tomorrow.
“Have
you gotten all your instruments – your guitars and keyboard packed?” she asked.
“And
polished,” I confirmed, “And tuned.”
“Have
you gotten the DVD of the visuals.”
“I
do,” mentally ticking off a box in my mind.
“Does
everyone know when to meet up tomorrow at Wembley?”
“Six
in the morning, yes,” I nodded.
“And
I’ll be meeting you at around eleven, just before you start rehearsals, I
believe.”
“When
we enter the arena, we’re briefed on the emergency exists and other health and
safety stuff,” I began, “and then we’re introduced to the stage itself. We’ve
had many meetings beforehand about the placement of everybody. We’ve got an
entire orchestra and choir attending instead of the symphonic elements being on
CDs. It’ll be all hands on deck tomorrow morning, making sure literally everything
is perfect. At eleven, I’ll meet you outside the arena, take you backstage and
then we can start the rehearsals. We’re only performing a couple of songs to
make sure the sound and all our instruments are in perfect working condition,
which they should be anyway. After that, we’re taken back stage and given our
clothes. And that’ll be that until the doors open at half five in the evening
and the concert beginning at seven.”
“When
the doors are open,” Stacy continued where I left off, “I believe I’ll then be
escorted to my seat, in the front row.”
“You
will,” I nodded.
A
sudden wave of nerves washed over my body, silencing me.
“You
have nothing to worry about, you know,” Stacy said encouragingly. “You’ve
performed hundreds of times before, and yes, whilst this will be the biggest
crowd you’ve ever performed before…”
“Not
exactly helping,” I said.
“My
point is,” Stacy continued, “treat it like all those other performances. It’ll
be a completely different experience, because you’ll have an entire orchestra
and choir on stage, but you know they’ll play perfectly, and you know you’ll
play perfectly because you have done hundreds of times before, so, whilst you
have the right to be nervous at it being a monumental new experience, you can
relax in knowing it’ll all be OK, like all the times before.”
Stacy
has always had that effect on me. Her words of wisdom are unmatched. Whatever
the occasion, however I’m feeling, she always knows exactly what to say to help
me calm down and carry on forward. She’s been supporting me since the day we
first met. I’ve been supporting her as well. She wants to be a lawyer, and her
university work is currently causing her a lot of stress, as well as the job
she needs to have to pay for the cost of living.
I’ve
supported her when it was my time to do so. I’ve never known this happens, but
she had to do a mock court case, which was a test on what she knew and didn’t.
The university went big and actually booked a real court room to do the test
in. The case was completely fake, of course.
She
had to ask all the right questions, retaliate professionally against her
opponent, and at the end, after the examiner has called quits on the test,
given a score on how well she did.
The
moment she announced that she could get people to attend, either her friends or
family, I made it my mission to do so. I said I was going even before she could
ask, which did throw her off a little bit, to which I did apologise for. I sat
in the stands whilst she performed her mock court case, and she did
phenomenally. She passed with flying colours.
After
being together for five years, we naturally support each other no matter what.
Due to the nature of my job, and the nature of hers, we’re unable to see each
other as often as we like. It’s not necessarily a long distance relationship,
because neither of us are permanently on the other side of the world, just me
briefly when touring. We only experience long times between seeing each other
in person – all we can do is speak to each other whenever we can over Skype.
Whenever we do see each other in person, however, we always make it a special
occasion, such as her test, my first ever concert in an arena, and then
afterwards we go to a very expensive restaurant and have a meal that’s probably
not worth the money spent, but we don’t care.
She’s
coming down for three days, because that’s how many nights we’ve booked the
Wembley Arena for. Normally any band’s first time in that arena is for one
night only as an experiment. However, our agent has somehow managed to get
three nights. All three nights sold out in record time, in just 24 hours.
That’s never happened to us before, and is an added element as to why I’m so
nervous. If the first night doesn’t go well, who would think the subsequent two
nights would go any better?
Stacy’s
words did help me massively. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing
that I can treat it as just another concert.
“I
love you,” I said. The first time I said that, we were having a picnic together
on a grass embankment. I surprised her with the picnic, and she enjoyed it. I
knew it was the right time to say those three words, and when I did, she was
taken aback by it slightly, but returned the words with genuine meaning, before
kissing me on the lips. Side note, that wasn’t the first time we kissed, that
happened spontaneously one night – we both went in together, which certainly
helped both of us because we just didn’t know if it was the right time but went
for it anyway.
“I
love you, too,” Stacy smiled. “Now, you get some sleep before you get over
tired and unable to perform at you best tomorrow, or we talk all through the
night.”
“We
don’t want that happening again, do we,” I joked. We’ve done that too many
times, completely unintentionally.
“If
it helps,” she said, “I can…” and she ended the call… That works.
***
The next day, at quarter to
eleven, I waited outside the arena for Stacy to arrive. The band had moved in
and were setting up their equipment, alongside the orchestra. The choir were
here, but they wouldn’t start rehearsing with us for another house or so as
they’re still being fitted with their robes.
Dead
on eleven O’clock, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was facing away from the
beaming sun, and she was coming from behind me. When that finger lightly tapped
me on the shoulder, I jumped and spun round on the balls of my heels so
quickly, she took a step back in surprise.
“Woah
there,” she said, holding up to hands in defence.
When
I realised that it was Stacy, I calmed down with a sigh of relief. “Don’t do
that.” I said, holding my chest. “You’ll wear me out before my concert if you
keep doing that.”
“It’s
good to see you, too,” she said, sarcastically. I shot her a look of, “I
probably shouldn’t have said that”, smiled, and held out my arms.
“Apology
accepted,” she said, hugging me back.
“It
is good to see you,” I said, semi-muffled through her hair.
“It
has been a while since we’ve done this,” she confirmed. “Every time I say we
should do this more often, but never does that happen. In fact, the opposite
does and we seem to spend more time apart than together,” she analysed.
“Then
let’s make this worth our time together,” I suggested.
We
unhooked our arms, “I cannot wait to see your first ever concert in an actual
arena,” Stacy said, her eyes bulging with excitement. “I especially cannot wait
for the experience of having an actual entire orchestra on stage.”
“An
actual entire orchestra,” I quoted back with a confused expression.
“Oh,
shut up,” she said, waving a hand in front of me to dismiss what she said. “Come
on, get back inside so you can rehearse.”
“Yes,
ma-am,” I said.
The
best response to give was just a silent gesture, pointing with authority
towards the door, with meant two things: Never say that again, but I love you
for daring to say it. However, I certainly felt the burn from her authoritarian
eyes and I silently walked back to the door, grabbed the handle and opened it
to let her enter first.
Stacy
nodded her appreciation and waited for me to step inside for she doesn’t know
where she’s going to get to the stage. To be honest, I’m a little unsure
myself. I stood by the front door, so I had to remember how to get backstage.
However, instead of embarrassing myself, I instead took her through to the
arena’s seating area where we walked from the very back to the stage, where a
set of steps were on either side. It was both an easy solution and a way to
show Stacy just how gigantic Wembley Arena really was.
“There
are a lot of seats here,” she said, head up high, looking aghast.
“Thanks
for the confidence boost,” I said.
“Sorry,”
Stacy realised what she had said. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m
holding together better than I thought I would last night. I mean, our
rehearsals should go down smoothly, and once we’re confident everything is
perfect, the night should go without a problem.”
“Well,
looks like they’re waiting,” Stacy said, looking at the rest of the band, who
had just noticed us walking to the stage. They greeted Stacy all at the same
time, practically bouncing on their feet to say hello and greet with a hug,
which she accepted gratefully.
Alan
on guitars, Marshall on bass guitars, Christopher on drums, James on keyboards,
and Nola as the lead vocals and occasionally play various instruments, along
with me who is also the lead vocals and also occasionally play various
instruments.
After
the initial greeting, she noticed all the people in the orchestra and waved a
little nervously. To be fair, there were a lot of people. I’ve never seen this
many people on a stage at any one time, and the number would grow considerably
when the choir joins us. This didn’t help my nerves, but with Stacy beside me,
waiting eagerly to hear an exclusive performance as we rehearse, that helped
the butterflies in my stomach settle a little.
“Where
is the best place to stand?” Stacy asked.
“Just
by our technical adviser over there,” I pointed.
“Will
do,” she said, making her way off stage. The speakers were to her left, and
they need to be tested to make sure everyone in the entire hall can hear us
properly. Those speakers reminded me and gave me an idea at the same time.
“Actually,
Stacy,” I called, she spun round.
“Yeah?”
she asked, curiously.”
“Would
you mind doing us a favour? You see, we need someone to check if everyone can
hear us properly. Would you mind taking two flags, one red and one green, and
sit at the back of the arena whilst we play one song, and then afterwards, hold
up the red flag if you couldn’t hear us properly, hold up the red flag, and if
you think everything is fine, hold up the green flag. It’s not a legitimate
technique used by everyone, but mainly by us, but since this is our first time
ever in a concert we want to make sure it’s as perfect as we can possibly make
it, you know?” I knew I sounded equally paranoid I was asking a silly favour and
too much of Stacy.
“I
can do that for you,” she said casually, smiling.
“Awesome,
thank you. The flags are over by our technical adviser.”
“Consider
it done,” she said.
“What
would I do without you?” I asked rhetorically, but she answered anyway.
“Play
a concert without the back row not hearing you properly, apparently.”
I
was caught off guard, but what she said made perfect sense. “Good point,” I
returned, to which she just smiled with victory and made her way over to the
edge of the stage, grabbed her flags and headed back out into the sea of seats.
Standing
on the stage, seeing Stacy walk further and further away toward the back row,
made me realise just how big this place was. By the time she got there, she was
practically a dot in the distance.
The
microphone was standing in front of me. I held up my thumbs to signify to the
technical adviser to turn it on and I said through it.
“Can
you hear me?” I called to Stacy.
She
held up a green flag. Things were off to a good start.
“Ready?”
I asked everyone through the microphone.
Everyone
in the band and the orchestra nodded their heads. I counted us in.
“One,
two, three…” and we began to play our first song of the rehearsals.
***
As the last note of my guitar
faded away, and Stacy’s green flag went up in the air, I was happy. She stood
up and made her way back to the stage, where we were preparing for our next
song.
“That
sounded amazing,” she said, climbing the stairs.
“I
wasn’t expecting it to sound like that on our first try,” Nola admitted, smiling
with excitement.
With how
awesome we sounded, my confidence has grown tenfold.
“And
all of you were fantastic,” I shouted to everyone in the orchestra, who took my
words with gratitude and nodded appreciatively.
Having
an actual orchestra behind you whilst you’re playing and singing instead of as
a CD in a player sitting back stage, has a new level of atmospheric feel. From
the moment the first notes of the violins were played, I knew, when the
audience is sitting in those seats, along with the visuals on the screen above
the stage, they’re in for one heck of an experience. We pride ourselves on
making our concerts the best they can be, with that promise to leave you having
gone on an adventure. We’ve put so much effort into making everything perfect
tonight, the adventure we’re going to send them on tonight will be nearing that
once-in-a-lifetime experience, for sure.
I’m
already feeling the adrenaline kicking in.
“OK,
I would like you to play one more song,” our sound adviser said, “and then we’re
bringing in the choir and do two more songs, after that we should be all up and
running for when the doors open.”
Everyone
on stage nodded simultaneously and prepared their instruments for another song.
“Should
I stand by him, now?” Stacy asked.
“Yes,
please” I said, “and thank you for your help. I know it’s not usually what
happens, but…” I don’t really have to explain what I already have, so I ended
that sentence with a, “you know.”
“I’m
always happy to help and I fully understand. This is your first ever concert in
an arena, so I think that gives you enough justification to be a little
paranoid over everything. However, your playing was phenomenal. I literally
cannot wait for the full thing this evening.”
“Neither
can I,” I confirmed, “and thank you,”
“You’re
welcome,” she said, making her way over to the edge of the stage. The sound
adviser grabbed a chair from somewhere and slid it over to Stacy, where she
accepted gratefully.
“Ready?”
the sound adviser asked.
Once
again, everyone on stage nodded together.
“OK,
when you’re ready, you can begin.”
I
counted us in again and the arena’s roof was once hit with the amazing sound of
our epic symphonic metal.
***
After our second song, the choir
was ready to join us. They walked onto their stands at the back of the
orchestra, wearing their incredibly majestic robes. Blue and gold. We were
allowed to have a few minutes break whilst the choir warmed up their voices.
The
band was standing backstage, not really talking as we were mesmerised by the
choir’s voices. I would say they were already warmed up. Their voices were
silky smooth, powerful, and they ranged from deep to high effortlessly, almost
putting all of us in a trance-like state. This particular choir was used to
playing with bands. They’ve been a professional choir for about fourteen years
as of September this year, and have toured all around the country multiple
times, accompanying multiple genres of music. We are their first metal band
they’ve toured with, so we knew they were good, but dare I say, we weren’t
expecting them to be this good.
***
After rehearsals, the band, the
orchestra, and the choir all went backstage to get ready for the performance
this evening, and rest. If I hadn’t learnt anything important from touring for
years, I most definitely have learnt at least one thing, and that’s relaxing
before a big performance increases the chances of it being awesome, because
everyone is in a good state of mind.
We
all are incredibly nervous – that’s human nature – but relaxing after knowing
how well the rehearsals went, I’m smiling with pride. In only three hours’
time, we all would be performing in Wembley Arena, commonly associated with
being one of the most famous arenas in Britain, and a place that all acts
strive towards. Already massive bands are still dreaming of performing in such
a venue, and here we are – that’s mind blowing to say the least, it really is.
It’s
actually amazing how far we’ve come as a band. We started this seven years ago,
and we poured our hearts and souls into making sure we played the best every
single night, subsequently making the experience for each and every audience
member memorable. It has taken so much hard work, but here we are, playing in
an arena. It feels so satisfying.
Our
origin story was like every other band, but our fame started differently from
pretty much every single band ever. We met in college, where most bands do. We
were all in the same class, studying science, when we discovered our love for
music. In my spare time I taught myself to play as many instruments as I could
as a child, and Nola had practiced with guitars, drums, and keyboards. Nola and
I began the conversations, and James, Alan, and Christopher overheard us
talking and was intrigued, and our friendship group grew in a matter of days.
During
college and science assignments, we were meeting up and playing together in
Nola’s garage, and we started our playing covers of songs, just to get things
flowing, but Nola and I were frequently collaborating with writing songs. We
were both lovers of symphonic metal, purely because of the amount of layers
involved. The vocals, the music, and the orchestral elements along with the
choir can make for one incredible experience. That was our choice of genre, but
we were only a band of five, so we had to leave out the orchestra and choir and
settle with the keyboards for the time being.
We
wrote many songs together and played them until we all knew them off by heart. We
recorded a CD of the songs we wrote, but we never intended on selling it. One
day, Nola’s dad thought we were good enough to book ourselves a gig at the
sports centre at our college, which we immediately were nervous even thinking
about the idea. However, as time went on, we actually started discussion the
idea. At the moment, we’re only doing this for ourselves, but what if we did
perform a mini concert in the sports centre. Would that mean we’re taking this
extremely seriously, and therefore we had to consider where that would take us.
If we nail that performance, would we be wanted someplace else? That was what
kept us from making a definitive decision. We were hesitant to say yes and no
at the same time.
However,
after one particular meeting, James stated we were hesitant of saying yes
because we were afraid of success, which made a heck of a lot of sense. Did we
believe we were good enough? Of course. Do we have faith we will perform well
on the day? We all agreed to say, “that remains to be seen.”
Eventually
we said yes and approached the college if it were possible, and they helped us
in every which way they can. We booked the date, promoted it, and immediately,
essentially became famous within college. Our faces were on the posters, so of
course we were talked to many times.
The
date of our performance rolled round quicker than we felt we could prepare for.
The audience started rolling in, comprised of our parents, our friends, and
strangers. It’s one thing playing in front of strangers, but it’s something
completely different playing in front of your friends and family. It’s difficult
to fully explain, but I felt a whole new set of nerves that night.
However,
we composed ourselves, and performed our hearts out. We sung, we danced, we
played for an entire hour and a half, and everyone fully enjoyed it. They were
clapping along, and some were even dancing in the isles. We threw in a couple
of covers in our playlist, which many were singing along to, which felt
awesome.
There
was one improvised moment that I shall never forget for as long as I live, and
that’s when instincts took over and during the chorus of a famous song we were
covering, I took the microphone off the stand and held it to the audience, and
they kept singing in unison. That was incredible.
That
was our first ever concert.
That
could not have gone any better.
Word
got around somehow – although we do suspect Nola’s dad – that we had a CD out,
and after that performance, people wanted to support us further and so we had
to make more copies. We sold them at £5.00 each.
We
believed it was our CD that got our first bookings. Whilst our amazing concert
did help a lot with building trust on how good we are, CDs can be passed
around, and curiosity can start developing.
We
did what every band we’ve ever known never done. We recorded a CD before
touring. Normally it’s the other way round, isn’t it?
It
all exploded from there. We were getting booking after booking after booking.
It got to the point where we had to turn down a couple of places due to having
to attend college or focus on our assignments or revising for our tests. We
played as much as we could when we could.
At
one point, we did discuss dropping out of college, but that topic was quickly
muted by James who wanted to finish what he started. He chose science because
that’s what he wanted to do with his life, but this band became something we
can rely on and everyone’s new direction in life, but that didn’t take any
value away from the fact we all chose science. That was our first decision and
if we didn’t have this band would be our careers, so we owe it to ourselves to
finish college and earn our degrees in science.
After
college, we booked more dates than ever before, which we quickly realised was
effectively a tour, so we promoted it as being just that, a tour.
And
our popularity grew tenfold over the next few months, so much so that we were
given a contract to sign a deal with a publisher to make a brand new CD, which,
after analysing the legal jargon, accepted.
And
that’s how we ended up here, playing at the Wembley Arena. Once we signed that
contract, the company was able to promote us better than we ever could and word
spread faster than ever before, and soon we were touring the country for an
entire half a year, non-stop, playing in theatres, some famous and some
standard.
I met Stacy during our fourth year touring. She came backstage in the hope of
catching me for my autograph, which I happily gave. The moment I saw her I felt
a connection. She had that cute smile, bubbly personality, and – even though I
don’t normally notice about anyone I meet – really white teeth.
I
might have felt a connection, but all that happened on that night was autograph
giving and lively conversing. It was James that noticed such a relationship
between us. I found Stacy waiting by the backstage door again the next night,
and once again I felt something between us.
It
was on that night I decided to go for it. It was completely spontaneous, but it
felt right. I asked her out, and whilst she looked a little taken aback, gave
me her number, and told me to meet her at the restaurant tomorrow evening after
our afternoon concert.
I’ve
never asked out anyone before. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I wasn’t
even looking for a girlfriend, but there was Stacy, standing backstage.
Since
we met mid-tour, that’s how our relationship was able to adapt to my constant
touring and her training to be a lawyer – or in other words, many days or
sometimes even weeks apart, but we constantly kept in touch with each other
over Skype and social media. We declared my love for her on the night we played
in the Royal Albert Hall for the first time.
From
our humble beginning to now, it has been one heck of a journey, and I have
loved every single minute of it.
“Darren,
don’t forget to have something to eat and drink before going on stage,” Stacy
said, snapping me out of my train of thought. She was holding a Tesco’s bag. It
appears she raided the sandwich section and purchased her many meal deals.
“Oh,
right, yeah, of course,” I said, taking the bag from her and fishing through
until I found what I like. Stacy took hers out and handed the bag to the rest
of the band who took there’s out.
I
didn’t feel like eating due to the nerves that had creeped their way back in
now I wasn’t distracting myself with my past, but I knew that if I didn’t have
anything to eat, I would certainly regret it on stage.
I
checked the time and saw I had two hours before we go on stage, which means the
audience are already at the arena, gathering outside, waiting to enter.
Oh,
boy.
***
Those two hours went by way too
fast for my liking. Not that I didn’t want those two hours to pass or anything
like that; it just felt as if it really had only been an hour.
“Is
everyone ready?” our manager called.
“We
are,” James spoke for all of us.
“Good.
You’re on stage in about six minutes, after the orchestra has finished the
introduction, then you, Darren, are going to play the guitar in darkness. The
stage’s lights will come on when the rest of the band starts playing.”
We
already knew this, but as a manager, it’s his job to make sure we are prepared.
“Good
luck,” Stacy said, leaning forward and planting kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks,”
I said.
“If
you wouldn’t mind making your way to your seat,” our manager said.
“See
you on the other side, then,” Stacy said, making her way out of the room. I
took a deep breath.
I
could hear the audience chatting away in the seats. All 12,500 people. Woah.
That’s a lot of people.
Then
they suddenly went quiet as the lights in the arena went down. Half a minute
later, the orchestra started playing.
I
took another deep breath as my heart was beating furiously with nerves.
“This is
it,” Nola said, “No turning back now.”
“Are you
sure?” I joked.
“You know
we’re all going to nail this performance, don’t you?”
“I have
faith. Always have done, always will,” I said.
“Then
let’s give them a night they’re all going to remember,” Alan said. He was
bouncing up and down on the balls of his heels with excitement. That was just
his way of expelling any nerves he had in his system.
“You’re
up,” our manager said. Here we go.
The
orchestra finished playing the introduction and the lights on stage went dark.
The entire arena as pitch black. We were led on stage by a worker and given our
instruments. After making sure the guitar was sitting comfortable in my arms
and hands, I breathed in more deeply than ever before and as I expelled,
started to ping the strings in a series of coherent notes.
***
Best feeling ever: Satisfaction.
So much hard work coming together. In 2 hours, playing non-stop, the audience
were so immersed. Those who were seated on the floor stood up almost
immediately and danced like there was no tomorrow. They bounced up and down,
cheering and clapping their hand in the air. Those who chose the seats above
couldn’t dance at all as there was only enough space to walk slowly along the
rows, clapped and cheered louder than anyone else.
When
the last notes of the final song died down and silence fell over the whole
arena, the entire arena performed a standing ovation. The band, the orchestra,
and the choir bowed with thanks.
We
played our hearts out. No note went unloved.
All
throughout the concert, at the back of my mind, there was this worry I would
get something wrong. Either I would play a note badly, sing in the wrong key,
forget the words, trip over my own feet. There were so many ways that concert
could’ve gone wrong, but it didn’t. I discovered how weird it seems being
pleased a concert is over because the immense happiness that comes from knowing
it went completely as you hoped; there isn’t a feeling like it. During times we
were playing in small venues, nothing came close to the elation of playing
correctly the entire time, but that day beats everything before. I just played
an entire 2-hour concert in Wembley Arena and I didn’t mess up once. That’s
satisfaction never before experienced, and a feeling that would never be
replicated again, only imitated.
I
had many more concerts booked over the course of the tour, all in arenas – and
whilst that feeling of satisfaction would come at the end of each night, nothing
would ever beat my first time.
And
then, standing on the stage, looking into the future, I discovered an even
greater evolved state of satisfaction, when the entire tour is over and nothing
went wrong. I may be looking forward to that, and I may even try and imagine
how it would feel, I knew nothing would ever come close to what it would
actually be like.
It
was time to leave the stage for the final time tonight. Once the band
disappeared backstage, that was it, the house lights would be turned on signifying
to the audience they need to get moving.
Waving
to the arena once more, I started walking off. Once backstage, I lowered my
hand and immediately felt my entire body deflate. Now I had stopped, all the
tiredness hit me at once.
I
wanted to fall asleep where I stood, but there was so much that needed to be
done, such as packing up everything and heading to the hotel we had booked. I
estimated that process would take at least a couple of hours before we were
even allowed to leave the arena, and it’s half-eleven at night. It’s a good job
we don’t have a concert tomorrow evening, because I don’t think I would’ve had
the energy.
I
felt a tap on the shoulder and when I turned round, saw Stacy smiling broadly.
“That
was the most amazing thing I’ve ever watched,” she said, hugging me.
“Thank
you,” I said, sleepily.
“You’re
going to need help packing things up,” she said. “Where would you like me to
start.”
“Oh,”
I said, coming out of my dreary state. “Once everyone has left, you can help me
pack away the guitars and microphone stands,” I explained.
“Consider
it done,” she said.
“Th…
Thanks,” I said threw a yawn. Upon breathing out, my eyes decided to drop
closed for a couple of seconds, obviously my body’s way of threating me to go
to bed before it drops.
I
never felt exhaustion like this before. I threw every fibre of my being into
that performance, I must have used up every drop of energy I had even in my
reserves. Looking around, I saw that everyone – the band, the members of the
orchestra, and the choir all had that tired look about them, although not so
extreme as they were more used to these kind of performances than us in the
band, but they were tired nonetheless.
“Right,”
my manager said, clapping his hands together in as much enthusiasm as he could
muster, “the audience has left; the sooner we get this stuff packed, the sooner
we can hit the hey.” That wasn’t meant to be a rude statement, but instead a
realistic one. The stuff had to be packed away, and we all want to sleep, and
we do the latter without having done the first.
Mustering
as much energy as I had left, which I feel is only a few drops at this point, I
pulled myself along and began the packing-up process.
***
The next morning the band woke up
fresh-faced. The adrenaline had left our systems, but we were still buzzing
from last night.
I
laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling, allowing my memories to flow
through me. Standing on that stage, looking out at the ocean of people, all
waiting eagerly to hear me play and sing, and when I do, they dance and sing
along with me. It truly was a night I would remember for the rest of my life,
and I’m pretty sure the rest of the band can say the same.
Stacy
was beside me, still asleep on her side. I find it ironic that I was the most
tired last night, yet I’m the first to wake.
Not
wanting to disturb her awake, I carefully climbed out of bed and stepped into
the bathroom where I showered and brushed my teeth. As I was getting myself
dressed, I thought it would be a good idea if I surprised Stacy with room
service – breakfast in bed. She would love that.
Checking
that she was still asleep, I reached for the phone that sat on the table on my
side of the bed, and dialled for reception. Keeping my voice as quiet as I
could, when the woman on the other side greeted me with a bouncy hello, I
ordered breakfast.
“However,”
I began, “could you wait for when I call again, because I want it to be a
surprise when she wakes, not a surprise that wakes her, you know,” I explained.
“Certainly,
Sir,” the woman said. I could hear her smile through the phone. “Will that be
all for you, Sir?” she asked.
“That’ll
be all, yes, thank you,” I said.
“You’re
welcome. Enjoy your breakfast and if you need anything else, please don’t
hesitate to call again,”
“Thanks,
speak to you soon.”
“Bye.”
And
I put the phone down. Looking at Stacy, I breathed a sigh of relief that I was
able to get away with that conversation without waking her up.
“Thank
you,” she said, unable to keep a straight face.
“Oh,”
was all I said. “How long have you been awake?”
“When
you were in the shower, I just couldn’t be bothered to open my eyes, and then
you picked up the phone and it wasn’t hard for me to put one and one together
and so I just listened to the conversation.”
“Oh.
Well, surprise I guess.”
Stacy
chuckled and turned over onto her back and lifted herself up so her head was
resting on the wall behind.
“I
guess this is the best time to relinquish myself of another secret as well,” I
began, sparking Stacy’s curiosity.
“Oh,”
she said, “and what secret may this be.”
“When
you’re ready, we’re taking a trip through London and visiting the shop,
Harrods, where you are then free to roam around and have the best shopping
spree of your life.”
“You
never mentioned this,” Stacy said.
“Well,
I wouldn’t, would I? It’s a surprise.”
“No,
I mean, you didn’t mention you had another surprise.”
“Well,”
I shrugged, “sometimes the best way to keep a secret is to not allude you’ve
got one,” I said.
“Wise
words,” she smiled, and then she turned the topic back around again. “Well, are
you going to phone reception to say I’m awake or not? I’m hungry here.”
“Right,
yes, of course,” I snapped to attention and grabbed the phone.
***
It’s not often I take trips
across London, but when I do, it’s usually on a Sunday, and that’s normally on
the worst day of the week. Logically speaking, the busiest day should be on the
Saturday, because who wants to do something hectic the very day before going
back to work; they rather do it all on Saturday and then have the last day of
the weekend comparatively doing nothing. However, logic isn’t usually right.
Sunday is the busiest day of the week.
The
underground started off relatively OK. The further you go from the centre of
London, the less dense the population is. The closest you get to the centre the
more people are on the trains. When we stepped on the train in the morning, we
were greeted with plenty of seats to choose from. As the journey went on, more
and more people stepped on, and soon we there were more people standing than
sitting, squeezing passed each other in an attempt to get on or off. We wisely
sat by the doors, so we wouldn’t have too far to go when we get to our station,
which, when I looked at the map above, was next.
Stacy
was excited for her shopping spree. Touring around the country has granted me
the gift of a comfortable lifestyle, and it’s not often I get to enjoy that
with the one I love. I hadn’t seen Stacy is such a long time. We had to
separate for a while whilst she was completed her assignments and I went up to
Scotland to perform a couple of nights in Aberdeen. That time apart
unfortunately coincided with our five-year anniversary. We celebrated it by
having a long chat, and we prepared for it by giving each other gifts
beforehand, but it was a shame we weren’t actually together, in the same room.
I
wanted to commemorate our five-year relationship by doing something extremely
special, and incorporating the very reason why we couldn’t be together. I
thought of it the very day it was announced we were to perform in Wembley Arena
and Stacy confirmed she would attend. I set aside a decent amount of money so
she could purchase whatever she wants without hesitancy.
Of
course, she will hesitate. Stacy is a bit paranoid when it comes to money, and
understandably so; as life continues, naturally our expenses increase. We
approached the banks in an attempt to join accounts. Have one big account where
all our money sits, so my money is hers, but they wouldn’t cooperate. They
explained that because we weren’t living together, we aren’t qualified to share
accounts. I always believed it was possible to do that no matter the
circumstances, but apparently not. They did say a lot more, but it was so full
of legal jargon most of it went flying over our heads and as far as I’m
concerned, if Stacy, a lawyer struggles to understand it, then something must
be made up somewhere. No matter, though, because I do help her out as much as I
can, by transferring money across when she needs it, but she very rarely asks
for it, whether it be for something she wants or out of necessity. I’ve tried
just transferring it across despite her rejections, but she got really angry
with me – although she did say thanks afterwards.
Today,
I want her to enjoy spending money. Which is why I have thought of a backup
plan. I explained to her that I’ve booked a personal shopper to walk around
with us and take what she wants to buy to behind the till and when she’s done
looking, it’ll all be ready for her to make one big purchase.
I
know Stacy will worry about how much something will be and hesitate. She’ll
pick it up, look at it, show interest, and then see the price tag and put it
back with the impression she now hates it – which is only a cover up to how she
really feels about it. When I was booking the personal shopper, I asked if they
could make a note for them to make a note of everything Stacy looks at, show
interest in but hesitate to buy. Then, when we’re out of eyeshot, the personal
shopper will take what she wants to the till anyway. Stacy will buy what she
wants, and I’ll buy what she is hesitant with, and when we’re having dinner in
one of the café’s in Harrods, I can surprise her with all the gifts.
I’m
actually quite nervous about the idea. More nervous that performing last night.
I don’t want Stacy to catch us in the act. I’m expecting her to be a mixture of
angry for keeping secrets from her, surprise for what I did, and hopefully
happy that I did what I hope she’ll consider a romantic gesture.
The
train slowed down at our station and the doors opened. We fought our way out
and headed for the exit.
“I’ll
never get used to the underground,” Stacy said.
It
was such a relief to finally be making our way to the surface. Even though it
wasn’t complete fresh air, as it was possible to feel the thick fumes in our
naval passages, but it was still much better than the cramped, hot atmosphere
of the underground, tenfold.
“Right,
which way is Harrods,” Stacy said.
“This
way,” I pointed to my right. I memorised the map off by heart before coming
here so we didn’t waste time getting lost and awkwardly asking people. Plus, I
can show I had planned literally everything so she didn’t have to worry at all.
The
busy paths of London made it difficult to walk side by side. Most of the time
we spent in single file, with me in front as I knew where we were going, so I
had to turn around now and again just to make sure Stacy hadn’t been swept away
by the ferocious current of people going in the opposite direction.
When
we approached Harrods and stepped inside, it was completely different. Most
shops we passed along the way were standard, but this was posh. This was clean.
Compared to the hectic environment outside, this was calm and collected. There
may be many people walking around, but no one seemed stressed. Harrods interior
welcomed everyone, allowing them to shop with peace and content.
“Wow,”
Stacy exclaimed. We’ve been here only once before, but that was on separate
occasions with our families, actually a little bit before we met.
“I
know, right,” I confirmed. It doesn’t matter how many times we enter it is
still breath taking.
“Where
do I even start?” Stacy asked.
“Wherever
you want,” I answered.
“Not
helping,” she smiled.
“Well,
why not start in the technology section.”
“Good
idea,” her enthusiasm increased considerably. I’ve been in search for a new
keyboard for ages, just have found the right one. Hopefully I can here.”
“But
first,” I said.
“What?”
“I
would like to introduce you to your personal shopper,” and I took her over to a
counter, gave my name the man behind asked to wait a minute whilst one came
along.
“You
booked a personal shopper?” she asked, more out of surprise than curiosity.
“Well,
we may not be able to hold everything you want, so why not them be taken to the
till beforehand.”
“How
much do you think I’m going to buy.”
And
this is the part where I reveal just how much she has to play with. I pulled
out a piece of paper in my pocket, unfolded it and handed it over to her.
“WHAT‽”
she shouted, making a couple of people look over. “Are you playing with me?”
“Now
why would I do something so cruel?” I genuinely asked.
“You
can’t expect me to spend this much?”
“Then
don’t,” I said simply, “But it’s there if you want to.”
There
wasn’t anything else she could say to that. Stacy just looked aghast at the
piece of paper, then back at me, trying to figure out if I’m joking. I think
she’s waiting for me to crack a smile and say it’s all fake, but it is indeed
all real.
“Mr.
White,” our personal shopper appeared out of nowhere. “My name is Tim and I
will be your personal shopper for today.”
***
Stacy acted exactly as I
predicted. Before we even reached the technology section, she spotted a nice
handbag. It caught her eye and she stopped in her tracks. I almost walked into
her, and the personal shopper into me, but she didn’t notice. She was
captivated by the how the bright blue bag sparkled in the light.
However,
before she picked it up and had an actual look at it, she saw the price tag:
£250. Yeah, that is certainly a lot of money, but it isn’t today. Stacy saw the
price tag and even though she knew there was enough money to cover the cost,
she still backed away.
I
discreetly winked at the personal shopper who subtly nodded in response. When
Stacy moved on, I saw the personal shopper pick it up and head to the counter,
where he had a word with the person there.
It
was my job to stall Stacy so Tim could catch up with us. I hope my actions
don’t give too much away.
“Hey,
Stacy,” I called. She stopped and turned around.
“Two-hundred
and fifty pounds is too much money,” she countered my point before I could even
say anything.
Tim
had caught us up. Even if he hadn’t, I wasn’t sure if I could keep the stalling
going for much longer – I forgot to come up with a good set of lines. I may
have thought of a lot, but I haven’t thought of everything. All I can do is
keep moving with Stacy and hope she doesn’t figure it out.
The
rest of the shopping spree went incredibly well. Much better than I thought.
She
brought a few things, and hesitated on more, and all of the latter went behind
the counter.
It
was now my mission to separate from Stacy for a few minutes whilst I go and
purchase all that she hesitated on and regroup back at a designated location,
preferably at the café upstairs.
“Hey,
Stacy,” I caught her attention. “There are a couple of things that I saw on our
way round, and from what I saw earlier, the café is quite busy. I was
wondering, do you want to order and find a seat and I’ll meet you a few
minutes.”
She
was thinking about something. There was something flickering through her
expression that made me wonder if she had figured it out.
“Sure,”
she said, “see you later,”
“Yeah,”
I said, a little taken aback by her abruptness, “see you later.”
She
turned round and headed away, leaving me to carry out my mission.
Oops,
I forgot to give Stacy my order. She didn’t even ask what I wanted to eat. That
does strongly imply she knows what I’m up to, but I can’t really be sure, and
of course it would be rude of to ask her later. Well, if she does know, she
hasn’t exactly stopped me, but if she doesn’t know, she’s certainly acting
differently.
***
At the café, when I appeared
having successfully purchased all that she wanted which would be brought up to
us a little later, once we’re both settled at our tables. She was sitting at an
empty table, but the moment I sat down, two plates showed up as if it was
planned that way.
“Prawn
cocktail sandwiches,” I said. They were my favourite. Stacy obviously knew that
from being in a relationship with me for five years, so it was easy for her
when I didn’t give my order before.
I
may be a bit paranoid, mainly because I want it to be perfect.
Any
minute after we’ve had our food, our personal shopper will show up with all the
stuff Stacy was hesitant about getting.
And
that’s exactly what happened. After we cleared our plates and the waitress took
them away, our personal shopper showed up out with everything Stacy was
hesitant on.
“What’s
this?” she asked Tim.
“These
are for you,” he said casually, “and I believe Darren has all the answers.”
She
looked at me, and smiled. She had figured it all out. When, I wasn’t sure,
maybe right from the beginning, but whenever it was, she certainly didn’t show
anything specific, just enough to get me thinking, but it would be impossible
to have figured it out and remain stone faced about it.
“Thank
you,” she said.
“You’re
welcome.”
***
That evening, when we were in our
hotel room, Stacy was trying on a bunch of clothes. She would disappear into
the bathroom for a few minutes and come out with the question, “how do I look,”
to which I respond with the answer, “beautiful,”
I was
sitting on the bed, flicking through the TV channels trying to find something interesting
to watch, but only ever finding stuff no one had ever heard of before and
wasn’t at all intriguing – the usual stuff found in Hotels.
Once
she had her favourite piece of clothing on, a plain purple dress, she asked.
“How
do I look?”
I
turned to face her. “Beautiful,” I said.
“You
always say that. Why do you always say that?”
“Because
it’s the truth.”
“Well,
say something different.”
“OK.
Stacy, you’re gorgeous, stunning, amazing, lovely, and above all, attractive and
sexy.”
“Objection!”
she said.
“On
what grounds,” I said, shocked.
“You’ve
never said I was sexy before.”
“Well,
it would be wrong to not say it when you’re wearing that dress,” I elaborated.
Stacy’s
plan had worked. This had no become a full on simulation of the court room.
“I have to
reveal that I did figure it out when Tim took the item away. I saw it out of
the corner of my eye. It wasn’t hard to deduce from there.”
“I
knew it,” I said.
“I
also knew that it would be rude to announce I’ve worked it out, because I knew
how much it meant to you, so I played along.”
“That’s
why you didn’t ask me for my order,” I said.
“Admittedly,
I didn’t tweak that you didn’t say what you wanted until I got to the café, but
prawn cocktail is your favourite and they did that in sandwiches, so it was
easy to order. I then asked if they could serve it when you arrived, to keep it
fresh, and they agreed, and then I waited. I tried to be as surprised as
possible, but I do apologise if I didn’t sound like it.”
“No,
you had me convinced,” I confirmed.
“Then
I would consider today a successful one,” she smiled.
“I
would say so, too.”
“Did
you honestly think you could fool me, though?” she asked a little sternly. I’m
not suggesting this is a make or break question, but I had to get my words straight
before I spoke, and Stacy picked up on my hesitation.
“By
hesitating, may I suggest you’re trying to word your answer to make it sound as
if you didn’t think me as a fool.” I had to replay that sentence in my head a
couple of times before I made sense of that.
“I
attempted to keep it as a surprise, by orchestrating all the necessities in the
correct order, and I was nervous you would figure it out and spoil the main
event at the café. However, I had my suspicions you had figured it out almost
immediately, because I had no control over Tim’s actions, just had faith he
would keep his movements less obvious. Unfortunately, he didn’t do that, and I
will take the blame for not preplanning a safe way to make sure the items were
stored safely at the tills. I’m appreciative of not saying anything to keep the
secret, from my perspective, vintage, and I know your reactions to the items
when given to you at the café were genuine due to now actually owning them all.
If you hadn’t revealed you figured it out, I would have asked if you had
anyway. I knew it would be difficult to keep a secret from you, but you can’t
prosecute me for trying to surprise you in what I consider an extremely
romantic gesture.’ I ended my speech with a smile, and a flutter of the
eyebrows.
Stacy
analysed my words, and appeared to be satisfied with them.
“No
further questions.”
***
Do you remember the first time
you died? To be honest, it’s a stupid question, because it’s designed for
someone else to answer, but instead I’m the only one who can. I do remember the
first time I discovered I was immortal. How can I forget. It’s when the world
ended. It’s when everyone else died. It’s when my family and friends, my
girlfriend and her family, all died.
We
both went to bed happy. Today was a successful day. I went to sleep with a
smile on my face, knowing we’ve got one more day together before Stacy goes
back home. I didn’t have anything planned, so we could just hang out around the
area.
But
when I woke up the next morning, Stacy didn’t. At first I thought it was just
as it was before, when I woke up first and she would a few minutes later.
Except,
she was cold.
To Be Continued...
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