Just a story I wrote. If you guys want to view part two, just let me know if I should keep goin.

PART ONE--

STAY SEVENTEEN
Since time has gone by, I have wondered when I would see her again. Oh, her smiling face, her hair’s natural luster, her beautiful ocean-blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. I miss her. I miss her so much. I could’ve saved her, but…I was just too late. It hit her too hard. Knowing she died a while ago just makes me feel so empty inside, so vacant and lonely. Just thinking about her makes me cry. I’ll never forget her, ever. But for now…the show must go on.

As I stepped up on the stage I heard thousands of fans screaming my name. I took my guitar and went up to the mic. My band and I were…disappointed about what I was going to say. But they saw it coming. “Hey Chicago!” I shouted. The fans screamed louder, the moment was so intense. So I said with a tear streaming down my face, “As you may know we recently lost a member of the band, and my girlfriend…Selena. So I just want to say on behalf of myself and the band that…this…Th-this…will be our last show.” The crowd suddenly silenced. Completely. My voiced cracked a little. “I know you’re upset, and I am too but…we just can’t play a show without her. Panikk isn’t Panikk without Selene. This will be our last song. It’s a cover of “Lullabies” by All Time Low. I sang the song, and my voice just broke right when I sang the words “I miss you, I’m so sorry…” When the song was over, I still had the microphone in my hand. But my hand shook uncontrollably and I let go. My band and I walked offstage, said our goodbyes, and left. The crowd was just totally upset. I know we shouldn’t have left…but I had to.