Love-Struck
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Matt picked up the riff, Chevans the drums, Vikki the bass, and they kept a round going where they had left off. I was still awestruck by the audience, and was only vaguely aware that Robin was talking over the music.
“… and this is a special song for some special people. Some people who make the effort to support us as much as they can …”
I scanned the crowd for any faces I knew.
“… came to most of the tour, just to see us play the same set time and time again …”
I couldn’t see anyone.
“… they make a really cute couple, don’t you think?”
Was that Wes down there at the front?!
“… so let’s sing it along for them, shall we…?”
No, my eyes were playing tricks on me. It wasn’t him, it was some other—
And that was when millions of tiny shimmery shreds of plastic, almost like confetti, rained from above me. It was unbelievable. All of the light hit the various colours, and made the entire stage feel like a different world, like I was suspended in time. It was so beautiful that I staggered backwards in surprise, as Robin began to sing with what sounded like the whole of the audience as backing:
“’Cause everything is idle when it’s done for –”
I bumped into something and spun around fast.
“– you!”
Straight into Wes.
The music carried on playing. Robin carried on singing. The confetti carried on falling. The crowd carried on screaming.
Wes took my hand and looked at me with those big conker eyes like he hadn’t seen me in years.
“It turns out that American blondes and bad-ass English boys rather like each other…” he shouted, so that I could hear him. “Margo knew all along, but only told me now because she ‘didn’t want to stir’.”
Ironic much?
“But I just saw him with some redhead!” I cried, bemused.
He laughed and shrugged. “Well then, he’s even more of a jerk than I thought he was. He and Emily deserve each other.”
“Well, maybe that’s OK,” I shouted back, determined for him to hear me over the amazing music. “Because that turns out to be a lot less hassle for me if she isn’t with you!”
He smirked, holding up his hands in a surrendering pose.
“Less hassle?” he yelled sarcastically. “I can’t expect anything to be idle when it’s done for you!”
I grinned, stepped up to him, and kissed him ever so lightly on his gorgeous lips (’cause there were hundreds of people watching, after all!). I kissed him again, softly, and just stayed there for a moment in his arms with confetti swirling around us like a glittery snowstorm. It was amazing, like a dream, and everything just felt … right. Like I couldn’t believe I’d wasted my time on other guys when Wes had been there all along. Then all the sound and colour rushed back and hit us full force. It suddenly came back to me – that we were on stage with our favourite band, with hundreds of people watching, and they were playing our song…
So we danced.
And I carried on smiling, and so did he; all through what was left of the perfect midsummer night’s eve.
Rachael Wing was only fourteen years old when she posted the first few chapters of her first book, Star-Crossed, on a writers’ website. She was spotted by Scholastic Children’s Books, who were hugely impressed by this brand-new talent – and the glowing reviews from the other readers.
Sometimes, truth is just as fabulous as fiction!
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