Faeries- The One

The One

I walked onto the stage, the white lights blinding me as I settled on the stool that lay in the middle of the stage. The houselights went down just enough for me to see the crowd of people beyond the light. “Hello, Green Light.” I said and the crowd cheered, making me smile. I reached for the guitar that sat next to me and placed it on my lap. “I thought I would start by playing a song that means so much to me.” I began to strum the opening chords.

        “It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
All dressed in white
Going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat
Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue”
 

The crowed began to cheer over my vocals but I blocked them out as I let the chords wash over me, letting my fingers guide me into the place where only music lived.

        “And when the church doors opened up wide
She out her veil down, trying to hide the tears
Oh she just couldn’t believe it
The heard the trumpets from the military band
And the flowers fell out of her hand.”

I carried on playing, the first verse leading into the chorus. My voice become more powerful, my guitar becoming more powerful the father in the song I go. I feel my music touching people, entering their hearts and making up home there. As I sung the last few words of the song I felt people standing up, showing me they liked it.

“Oh, this is just a dream
“Just a dream
“Yeah, yeah.”

I waited for my guitar to fade out before I stood up and took a bow. “Thank you, thank you so much.” I said to them when I was sitting again. “You guys are wonderful. Are you all having fun?” I asked and they all screamed, I couldn’t help smiling at them and laughing with them as they continued to screams. Once the notice died down a little I said, “So I have time for two more songs. The first one is going to be a song that means a lot to me and the second is one I wrote myself.

“The first one was my mother’s all-time favourite song; she would play it all the time. This song brings back so much memories to me and I hope you all like it just as much as I do.” I began to strum the chords to Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word by Blue and Elton John.

As I played and sung, all of the times Mom played this song before died came back to me in waves, playing millions of memories in my head at the same time. And I wasn’t sure but I felt that all of that emotion came out in my music, touching the hundreds of people in the bar that night.

The last memory came as I strummed the last chord, it was of Mom being buried, being lay to rest. Although that song wasn’t playing them, I would always see the coffin begin lowered into the ground, dirt being scatted on top, whenever I heard that song. As the guitar faded from the air, a single tear fell from my eye, landing on top of the guitar.

All round me, people cheered, chasing some of the heartache that had entered my heart, but not all of it, nothing will be able to take that last bit of pain away from me.

I picked up the bottle of water that was on the floor by my chair and opened it; I took a quick slip before putting it back on the floor. As everyone quietens down, I said into the microphone, “This next song is one I wrote myself. It means something to me so I hope you all like it. This song is about finding the One, and all the struggles that come along with that. The song is called Someday Soon.”

As I strummed the first chord I heard the crowd take a deep breath. This was the first time anyone had heard anything I wrote, normally I would just do covers but tonight I wanted to do something I hadn’t dong before. So singing one of my songs seemed right at the time.

“Someday soon I will find you
We will live in peace and we will live in harmony

“Someday soon you will be by my side
I will look into your eyes and I will see your smile

“Someday soon I will find you; you will be by my side
Because together, together we are One.”

Everything was so quite when I had finished, it was as if everyone had left, or died. All I could hear was my heart beating so fast and so heard in my chest I was scared it was going to break thought. Just as I was thinking that they hated my song, the first few people began to clap, more joined not long after. And before I knew it, I was being cheered and clapped and whistled at. A giant smile formed on my face as I waved and thanked the crowed. I walked off the stage of the sound of their cheers.

“You did great tonight.” Ralf, the man that drove me around everywhere and the one that got me all of my gigs, told me as I walked past him. The one that knew my true nature and the one that was going to help me find my One. “You are magical and you sing like an angel.”

“Thanks, Ralf, that means everything to me coming from you.” he smiled and took my guitar from me and placed it into the case he had on the table next to him. I washed him closely as he placed the guitar in its case. If anything happened to my guitar, I would be no more; I would become dust in the rain. Because until I found my One, this was my heart.

As he closed the lid I slipped the rest of my water. I sighed in relief.

“I am just going to say hello to my fans then we can go home.” I said to him, handing him the empty bottle of water and walking past him and out thought the side door.

As soon as I was in the main part of the bar everything seemed more magical and less magical at the same time, it was a different type of magic here. Some of the emotion from my set still lingered around, touching people, but most had blended into the back ground, gone unnoticed until it faded away.

I walked over to the bar and was about to tell them I was going home when someone tapped in on my shoulder. I span around, ready to ask how I could help them but when I looked up at the person, everything in me froze. The words were stuck in my throat.

I looked up into the reddest eyes I had ever lay eyes on. I opened and closed my month a few times, trying to get words past my month but nothing happened. Something about him made me feel funny inside, like I knew him but I didn’t, like I had seen him before but I hadn’t. It was as if he had put a spell on me, dazzling me.

“Hi,” the man said, giving me an enchanting smile that made my heart break in two. The look in his eyes told me he felt the same way I did, like he had been put into a spell of his own.

“Hey.” I said back lamely. My heart picked up in speed, making everything around me fade away, going into dark spots in the corner of my vision. The only thing I could see was his red eyes and his enchanting smile.

He cleared his throat. He looked embarrassed to be standing there, like he had no idea what he was doing there, like he had forgotten why he tapped me on the shoulder in the first place. “Have we met before?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I haven’t met you but we could have seen each other around, I go about doing a lot of gigs.” I said like that explained it but I knew that wasn’t the reason I felt like this.

Could he be the One? I asked in my brain. Could he be the One my mother told me about before he died? The One that was going to awaken the Powers within me?

He shook his head. “I don’t think that is it.” he said after a while. “This is the first time I have ever been to your gig. He smiled; the embarrassment came back to him at what he was going to say next. “This is going to sound strange but when I saw your poster outside this morning I knew I had to come, like something was calling me here. And when I saw you up on the stage singing, I felt as if I knew you, like the sun had come back, like I had come home.”

I smiled my own smile and I saw him melt beneath it. “That doesn’t sound as strange as you think it does.” I confessed. And without thinking about anything, I got onto my tiptoes and I kissed him. It was only a quick brush of my lips against his but it was enough to tell me what I already knew was true. He was the One.

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Ralf was standing backstage, waiting for the young half Faery to come back to him. He paced around the table, keeping one eye on her guitar, making sure no harm came to it. He checked his watch, it was just after half three in the morning. That didn’t sound late, but for any Faery caught out in the sunlight they will be drained of power, and eventually die.

They still had to get home and he had to make sure no sunlight got to her while she slept the day away safe and sound.

Ralf couldn’t wait any longer. He picked up the guitar carefully and walked from backstage. He looked around the massive of people, trying to find her long blue hair and her bewitching red eyes. It didn’t take him long, she was standing by the bar, talking to a boy. As Ralf was walking over to her, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him once.

In that once kiss, Ralf felt the Power all around him. The young Faery had found her One. She will be able to grow now, be able to have her full Faery Blood, have her full Powers.

Ralf felt happy at that, but he also felt sad. She no longer needed him, no longer needed her guitar because she had truly found her heart.

As the Faery kissed the boy again, Ralf felt himself and the guitar fade away.

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I looked over to the backstage door where I felt Ralf had been standing not long ago but he wasn’t there. He had gone because I no longer needed him or the guitar. I had found my One. He had gone on to help another Faery find there One, or many he will go and find his… I smiled at that thought as I looked back up at the man. I didn’t know his name, but I didn’t know mine either.

“We will find them together.” He promised. I smiled up at him. I had come home.

“Yes we will.” I promised back and kissed him again.