But round and round here I am chasing you.”
I’d heard Dreamscape’s music performed by Greyson Hyun a couple of weeks ago, but I hadn’t been paying attention. I’d been much more focused on my conversation with Kellan and Josh at the time. But now, as I heard his voice sliding across the lyrics, my body felt alive—like I’d been hit with a bolt of energy.
Grey’s eyes, which had been closed for the first part of the song, snapped open then. And they went right to me, once again, as if drawn by some invisible force. He always seemed to find me. And he continued to sing as the band hit the chorus:
“You’ve gotta know what you’re doing to me tonight.
You’ve gotta know that this is not all right.
You’ve gotta know what you do when you call me ‘babe.’
You’ve gotta know that I can’t stay away.”
The rest of the world fell away in that moment. His eyes never left mine as he sang those words, and I couldn’t see anything but him. Him singing about not being able to stayaway, about knowing what someone was doing to him. It was as if I’d written the lyrics about him myself.
“Ready or not, here come the feelings I should lose.
Ticking like a clock, I’m going to wind up missing you.
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen your face,
But I know I’m ready to make more mistakes.
So ready or not, I’m going to fall back into you.”
He’s singing to me, right?
He was still looking at me. I felt something shift at my side, and the connection severed. Looking down, I saw Piper and realized I’d completely forgotten about her existence. But she wasn’t overly concerned with me. She was mouthing the lyrics as Grey sang them. Apparently, she’d been to a few Dreamscape concerts if she knew the words so well.
The next lyrics felt like a punch in the chest, and they pulled my attention back to Grey onstage. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, but his voice was distorted as he spoke.
“Oh, I already know
How this thing is gonna go.
I know my heart too well.
I know that it’s gonna hurt like hell.”
His eyes flitted to meet mine again as he said the last two lines.
“Oh damn, might as well, even though it’s gonna hurt like hell.
I want you, so might as well. Who cares if it’s gonna hurt like hell?”
He continued onto the chorus, looking away once he did, but the words hung around, stuck like glue in my head.I want you, so might as well. Who cares if it’s gonna hurt like hell?
“Are you okay?” Piper yelled into my ear and for good reason.
My palms were sweaty, my pulse pounding in my chest and ears. My breaths were short, shallow, panicked. I shook my head. “I need water.”
Shoving my way through the crowd toward the back of the bar, I made my retreat. I gasped for air, my heart racing faster and faster. It felt like it was about to explode in my chest.
What is going on with me?
I want you, so might as well. Who cares if it’s gonna hurt like hell?The lyrics echoed hauntingly in my mind.
I made it to the bartender and managed to ask for a cup of water, which he gave to me with worried eyes. I finished it in two gulps and motioned for a refill. By my third cup, I started to feel better.
