gripping it tightly, so that I wouldn't drop it. My eyes widened when I read the caller ID. Eli's number appeared twice. I held my breath, the butterflies returned to the pit of my stomach. He hadn't called
me since the day before we broke up, why now? I had to call him back, immediately. I didn't care that I would miss the last song of The Masquerade. It was Eli. I couldn't imagine a reason for him calling me other than the
obvious. The reason that the hopeless romantic inside of me desperately hoped he was calling. The urgency to call him back was unbearable as though if I didn't call this very second I would loose my chances with him forever. It was ridiculous, but I was in love.
With the phone pressed against my side, I tapped Hayley on the shoulder and shouted above the music. "I have to go outside for a minute!" Shiloh turned to me, the confusion settling in her expression
"What?" Hayley frowned.
"I said, I need to go outside! My mom called me like six times. I have to call back and make sure everything's okay." I hated lying to them, but they would never let me leave if they knew who I really
needed to call.
"Seriously? Can't it wait? There's only one more song!"
I shook my head. "It's my mom. She wouldn't keep calling unless something was wrong." I could see the pained look on their
faces while they debated going with me to be a good friend and miss the encore. That was the last thing I wanted. "Stay here, don't miss the last song. I want details!"
"Are you sure?" Shiloh asked, still unconvinced.
I nodded. "I'll be right outside." I motioned behind us to the stairs that led down to the entrance. Before they could say anything else, I turned and faced the masses of people shoving themselves
forward. My grip tight on my phone, I raised my arm up and pushed my way through the sweaty bodies. I was shoved back a few times, but people tried to make room while I squeezed my way through.
Once free of the crowd, I quickly made my way down the
concrete staircase. The music echoed in the stone hallway. I looked over my shoulder one last time to see my favorite band live for the last time. They played as if they were performing in front of Gods, putting every ounce of
energy they had into their songs, to put on the best show they possibly could.
From the distance, I watched as Ben looked up from the microphone, his eyes flashed to a certain section of the crowd, where my friends were, where I once stood. I could vaguely see a frown crease in his
features while his eyes wandered around the area where my friends stood. His eyes slyly moved over the rest of the crowd. I felt my stomach squeeze as I secretly wished he were searching for me.
I bit my lip and turned away. I felt like a silly schoolgirl. Whatever moment I shared with the rock star was a fantasy, a dream, something to make me smile as I slept. Eli was reality. My heart was still for him, despite everything that happened between us. I still wanted him. His
missed calls sparked the hope within me, that he still wanted me too.
The humidity from the bar dissipated when I stepped into the misty darkness outside. The cold air shot a chill up my spine while I stood by
the abandoned ticket booth with my phone in hand. Reacting to the damp cold, my arms pressed to my sides. I stared down at my phone screen, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. Before I could decide against it, I exhaled, pressed call,
and pushed the phone to my ear.
My hand shook in anticipation as I waited eagerly to hear Eli's voice on the other line. I'd been waiting for this moment since the day our relationship ended. The same day the hole in my chest widened as I watched
him walk away from me. I held my breath, knowing within minutes the hole in my chest would close, as Eli would come back into my life.
The phone rang once.
Eli's face was pushed underneath my thoughts as an eerie
feeling crept over me. I looked around the venue parking lot, void of any living being. The building
me since the day before we broke up, why now? I had to call him back, immediately. I didn't care that I would miss the last song of The Masquerade. It was Eli. I couldn't imagine a reason for him calling me other than the
obvious. The reason that the hopeless romantic inside of me desperately hoped he was calling. The urgency to call him back was unbearable as though if I didn't call this very second I would loose my chances with him forever. It was ridiculous, but I was in love.
With the phone pressed against my side, I tapped Hayley on the shoulder and shouted above the music. "I have to go outside for a minute!" Shiloh turned to me, the confusion settling in her expression
"What?" Hayley frowned.
"I said, I need to go outside! My mom called me like six times. I have to call back and make sure everything's okay." I hated lying to them, but they would never let me leave if they knew who I really
needed to call.
"Seriously? Can't it wait? There's only one more song!"
I shook my head. "It's my mom. She wouldn't keep calling unless something was wrong." I could see the pained look on their
faces while they debated going with me to be a good friend and miss the encore. That was the last thing I wanted. "Stay here, don't miss the last song. I want details!"
"Are you sure?" Shiloh asked, still unconvinced.
I nodded. "I'll be right outside." I motioned behind us to the stairs that led down to the entrance. Before they could say anything else, I turned and faced the masses of people shoving themselves
forward. My grip tight on my phone, I raised my arm up and pushed my way through the sweaty bodies. I was shoved back a few times, but people tried to make room while I squeezed my way through.
Once free of the crowd, I quickly made my way down the
concrete staircase. The music echoed in the stone hallway. I looked over my shoulder one last time to see my favorite band live for the last time. They played as if they were performing in front of Gods, putting every ounce of
energy they had into their songs, to put on the best show they possibly could.
From the distance, I watched as Ben looked up from the microphone, his eyes flashed to a certain section of the crowd, where my friends were, where I once stood. I could vaguely see a frown crease in his
features while his eyes wandered around the area where my friends stood. His eyes slyly moved over the rest of the crowd. I felt my stomach squeeze as I secretly wished he were searching for me.
I bit my lip and turned away. I felt like a silly schoolgirl. Whatever moment I shared with the rock star was a fantasy, a dream, something to make me smile as I slept. Eli was reality. My heart was still for him, despite everything that happened between us. I still wanted him. His
missed calls sparked the hope within me, that he still wanted me too.
The humidity from the bar dissipated when I stepped into the misty darkness outside. The cold air shot a chill up my spine while I stood by
the abandoned ticket booth with my phone in hand. Reacting to the damp cold, my arms pressed to my sides. I stared down at my phone screen, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. Before I could decide against it, I exhaled, pressed call,
and pushed the phone to my ear.
My hand shook in anticipation as I waited eagerly to hear Eli's voice on the other line. I'd been waiting for this moment since the day our relationship ended. The same day the hole in my chest widened as I watched
him walk away from me. I held my breath, knowing within minutes the hole in my chest would close, as Eli would come back into my life.
The phone rang once.
Eli's face was pushed underneath my thoughts as an eerie
feeling crept over me. I looked around the venue parking lot, void of any living being. The building
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