A Rock Star

30 Sep

He lies on the bed as the engines rumble beneath him. The constant noise takes his mind to a place of meditation. It is soothing to his tortured soul, and he knows that it will only last for a few more minutes. That is when he hears a knock at the door.

“It’s time.”

He sits up and feels his head spin from the whiskey and the pills. Hands rub his eyes, and he thinks to himself,

“Didn’t I do this last night?”

He lifts himself and walks to the mirror. His hair is long. His eyes are tired. He searches for what he needs and finds it on the counter. Rolling up a bill, he bends over and places it to his nose. He looks back into the mirror. His eyes are stronger, but they do not know who they are looking at. Who is this guy in the mirror? When this began, he was young and energetic. Now, his face is showing its age.

“That’s fine. Let your hair fall in your face, and they will never know the difference.”

He goes to the closet and rips through the clothes hanging within. What is it going to be tonight? They expect it to look a certain way, but any combination will do. He grabs what he needs, puts it on, and looks in the mirror. Only he could get away with this. Hell, if he was a normal person and walked down the street like this people would look at him like he was crazy. He is not a normal person, and he is not walking down the street.

He stares at himself in the mirror. Who is this guy? Where did I go? There is another knock on the door.

“You ready?”

He is not ready. He wants to close his eyes, but he cannot. They are waiting for him just like last night and the night before. He is tired, but he cannot rest. He takes another hit and opens the door. It is a small space, and a few people are crammed inside. There is a blonde here and a brunette there. Actually, he recognizes the brunette. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks she had been in his bed. He smiles at her in case she was. Some guy slaps him on the back as he walks past.

He steps down the stairs and feels the cold night air. It wakes him up, and he knows that it is close. People surround him as he walks across the pavement and into the building. They walk down a sterile corridor, and he knows what is waiting at the end. He can hear the sounds echo through the hallway. As they get closer, the sounds get louder.Backstage

People line the hallway. Some are wearing suits and ties. Others are like him – old people trying to look young. They take pictures. They yell his name. They reach out to touch him.

As he walks down the hall, he can feel his energy building. It is not the drugs. It is not memories of the brunette. It is the sound at the end of the hall. He knows what is waiting for him, and he knows it is what he needs. He can hear it more clearly. They are chanting his name. They are stomping their feet. They want him, and he needs them. He needs the chants. He needs the adoration.

Finally, he gets to the stairs. As he puts his foot on the first step, the music starts. It is loud. It is powerful. It drives the crowd insane. It energizes him. This is why he is here. This is why he exists. He runs up the stairs and into the bright lights. The crowd screams.

He is energized. He is young again. Before he hit the stage, he was a tired old man. Now, he is a god. He is a Rock Star.

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12 Responses to “A Rock Star”

  1. Marilyn Armstrong September 30, 2014 at 22:47 #

    Well. And who knew you had the soul of a fiction writer? Very good, very moody broody! I hope your guy cuts back on the drinking, though. That stuff can kill’ya šŸ™‚

    • Rick September 30, 2014 at 23:54 #

      Thanks. I’ve been to too many concerts in the past few days. This post kept jumping to the front of my mind.

      • Marilyn Armstrong October 1, 2014 at 00:04 #

        Yup. That’s how writing works. It is there and it gnaws at you until you write it. You done good šŸ™‚

  2. satanicpanic October 1, 2014 at 04:19 #

    You perfectly described last weekend for me šŸ™‚ I kid! Well done.

    • Rick October 1, 2014 at 13:27 #

      Thanks. I wondered what you would think about it. I have no idea if it is reality, but, when I’m at a concert, it’s what I imagine.

      • satanicpanic October 1, 2014 at 14:08 #

        Truth is, I’ve never been backstage at a big venue or with anyone famous. People I do know who have say the catering is really good.

  3. jcalberta October 1, 2014 at 19:58 #

    O YA !
    Nicely done.
    Who didn’t (doesn’t still) dream of being a Rock Star !
    I ALWAYS have my air guitar close by.

    • Rick October 1, 2014 at 22:16 #

      Thanks. I can play two things – the air guitar and the radio.

  4. DyingNote October 7, 2014 at 13:22 #

    Really good one Rick. This reminds me of a line from an otherwise forgettable movie – “You’re a god only as long as they worship you”.

    • Rick October 7, 2014 at 14:48 #

      Thanks. I saw so many concerts in one week that my mind starting drifting into the concert universe. To get back on track, I had to get these words out into the Internet.

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