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“That song was…. amazing. When did you write it?” I ask, trying to be casual.
“Last week. I’ve been writing a lot.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Yeah, it’s therapeutic. Sorry if that was embarrassing for you or—” Vince trails off.
I shake my head, “No. No, it wasn’t. I, I liked it.” I stare into Vince’s eyes and long to close the space between us, but my feet remain planted on the ground.
While Vince and I engage in a sexually charged staring contest, the rest of the band gathers their things for the night.
“Shit, Vince, and Lyndsey can y’all double-check and see if we left the key cards in the greenroom? They’re clear. They must’ve slipped out of my bag. I thought I had them,” Priya says as she digs through her bag.
“Oh, sure. I guess it’s a good idea to have a second pair of eyes,” I say. Vince follows me to the green room, and we stand there awkwardly.
“Um, I’ll look on the couch if you take the floor?” I ask.
“Sure thing,” Vince says.
Suddenly, the door closed behind us. Vince tries the handle, “What the fuck? It’s locked!”
“And it will remain locked until you idiots talk it out and figure out that you love each other!” Priya yells.
“What?” I shriek.
“You heard me!”
“We could try to break—"
“And don’t try to break it! I’m sitting on the other side!”
“Fuckin’ Priya,” Vince mumbles.
He stares at me, his eyes full of longing. “I meant what I said onstage.” He starts. “I still love you. I don’t think I ever stopped.”
“Okay, you say that, but I found a phone number in your shirt like last week.” I snap.
“That was a mistake.”
“That’s what they all say!”
“No, seriously! A fan slipped it in there while we were posing for a photo. I didn’t do anything with it. Lyndsey, I fucking love you. I adore you. I love you so much it hurts. It’s like fucking growing pains. It’s like,”
“Your heart’s trying to crawl out of your chest because you love someone so much, but you can’t open your fucking mouth to say it?” I supply.
“Exactly. How’d you know?”
“I think we’re more alike than we realize, both good and bad. I, Vince, fuck. I love you so much,” I admit. Already, I’m crying.
“I can’t fucking help it. For the past month, all I’ve been trying to do is keep my shit together and not think about you, but I don’t want to! Vince, I don’t like picturing my life without you in it! I want you in it. You make my life so much better. I’d rather be with you and have a bunch of insane fights and earth-shattering makeup sex than turn into a tour monk! I told myself I didn’t want to fall in love on the road, but I did that because I was scared. Loving people is fucking scary!”
“Because you might get hurt?” Vince asks.
“Yeah. Also, I realized I don’t give a single shit about what people think of us. People on the internet can be more than a little unhinged, but I’m not going to let a bunch of over-zealousstrangers stop me from living my life. Also, if you were going through a mid-life crisis, I’m pretty sure you’d go to a monastery or something.”
“See, I had my mid-life crisis like five years ago. I went to Tibet for a month, and I shaved my head.”
“Exactly.”
