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Her guitar hero

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The tension in the room was almost palpable. The bar room was packed with people all waiting for the concert. Although most of the people were not here to see Dark Triad, Zac Jackson’s local metal band, he was still excited to be playing. This would be their first gig opening for an actual big name band. They would only get a 25 minute set before the tour openers, but he still couldn’t believe he had made it to even this point. Instead of the usual 200 person crowd they drew, half of which just happened to be at the bar in question, Dark Triad would be playing to close to 2,000 people.
Zac could feel his guts tie themselves into knots, he was so afraid of screwing this up. He reached up to wipe a bead of sweat that fell from his short cropped dark hair. He flicked his green eyes down at his watch, they went on in 5 minutes. He turned to give a last minute pep talk to his band mates. He saw Kyle Thomson their bassist, and David Billings, their drummer staring back at him. For the type of music that Zac really wanted to play they needed a second guitar player and a keyboardist, but at this time he had to make due with what he had. They were great guys, his best friends since before they and Zac were in high school. Now in college, about to graduate in a year, they had come a long way from the kids playing in Zac’s basement, listening to his father and step mother vacillate between praising them on their talent, and complaining about the noise. No matter what anyone said, they had made it, this was their next big step, this gig could get them noticed.

As they stepped out onstage, Zac transformed from the shy quiet boy he usually was, and became the confident front man and guitarist of Dark Triad. Zac could feel the heat of the lights and the weight of the crowd pressing against the stage. The majority of the people in attendance had probably never hard of Dark Triad, but they were here for a metal concert and were ready to headband and rock. Zac strowed to the mic stand, the fluid grace making him almost making him glide, contrary to his lack of confidence, he didn’t fall down and the crowd cheered as he tore into their opening song, an old Pantera song Walk, a song that instantly got the crowd’s attention.
Zac was grinning ear to ear as he sang, yelled, and shredded through the guitar solos on his guitar. This was always his dream, to be a rock star, a guitar god, now if he could only play girls with the confidence he played his guitar he knew his life would be perfect. Perhaps soon, there was a time and place for everything, this was his time to play.
 
Kira Spencer sat poised in the front row, her back arched, her long neck craned forward, trying in vain to catch a glimpse of the band. It was hopeless, the backstage curtains were pulled tight to keep prying eyes out. Sitting back, she crossed her arms ruefully over her chest, casting her emerald green eyes around the room. The bar was packed to capacity, at least fifteen hundred, maybe more were crammed into space.

She knew most, if not all, were here for the headliners, but not her. No. She was there for The Dark Triad. She had followed Zac and the rest of the band since high school. Back then she had sat three rows behind him in Geometry and he had never said more to her than the polite hello. But she was at every concert they did, she even had a CD of their’s which she still played almost daily. Zac’s voice did things to her that no one else’s could. She was their biggest fan!

A smile curved her full lips as Walk started pumping through the speakers. The curtain slid up just as Zac turned to face the crowd. She jumped and screamed, her fever igniting further when she heard the familiar first chords of “Agony By Design”. She jumped to her feet as the lights cast low. Her breath caught in her chest the way it always did. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she looked up at him. Her knees were weak, as she stared dreamy eyed up at him. She sang along as the crowd erupted around her.
 
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They moved from walk into their second song Agony by Design. A heavy yet slow song about a man who’s wife intentionally left her husband for another. Zac always felt stupid singing the song. He had written it when a friend had told him the story of his divorce, however it always seemed sort of ironic to Zac to sing about relationships when he hadn’t been in many relationships, none of which had been very serious. Girls just didn’t see him, or so he thought. He played and sang. There were many standing up around the stage and then there were rows of tables behind the pit area where people could sit if they wanted. The tables were elevated slightly so that people seated could see the stage over the heads of the rest of the standing crowd.
Zac sang and played, his eyes sweeping the crowd and then they settled on her, for just a second, his eyes met hers. A flash of almost recognition flashed across his face, he thought he recognized her but wasn’t sure. Even more curious to him, she seemed to be singing. And the song he was singing was not a cover, she seemed to know every word, to one of his original songs. A chill ran down his spine, he didn’t know that anyone knew his music so well, and if anyone did, he expected one of his best friends to be that person, not a girl he couldn’t even identify off the top of his head, even if she did look familiar. He gave her a brief smile before he got swept away by the music and someone blocked his straight visual path to her.
 
Her heart stopped, a brief flicker of a smile crossed his face. Had he actually noticed her? Or was it one of those generic smiles he cast to all the women in the crowd? Somehow she doubted it was one of those. It seemed a smile one reserved for an acquaintance, maybe even a friend. Did he recognize her? Did he know who she was?

A big guy moved in front of her just as she was about to mouth the word “Hi!” Of course. She said, her eyes narrowing. Moving to the left, she felt the tempo pick up as one of her favorite songs “Open To Me” pounded to life. She had hoped that Zac would be confident enough to play his own songs. She had seen them play small venue's, seen them play enough covers to last a life time. For once his music, his words would shine. Although, there was one cover she did want to hear. She wondered to herself as she slid into place near the corner of stage if he would play it.
 
The crowd seemed to like Open to me, a faster paced song that featured some killer drumming along with his guitar work. He then spoke to the crowd, thanking them all for coming, introducing the band and getting the crowd excited for the headliner. He then introduced the next song. Dark triad played many different types of songs, Zac’s ability to both sing in a baritone to a tenor as well as doing some of the harsher vocals of extreme metal gave them a lot of flexibility. So some of their songs sounded like hard rock acts like seether or shinedown, while other songs sounded like metal groups such as killswitch engage or in flames. “We’re going to play something a little more rock ish now. Some of you might know this one. Its By Seether, its called broken.” Normally in their smaller shows he tried to get a girl from the crowd to sing with him, but he hadn’t planned on doing that here and then he thought what the hell, it was part of his act, “I don’t want to sing this song alone, who out here knows the words to this one and wants to sing along with me?” he asked scanning the crowd looking for a female volunteer. “I know I’m not Sean Morgan, but there’s got to be an Amy Lee out there to sing along with me.” He quipped, drawing a few chuckles. He tried to see if that girl he had spotted before was still there, she had seemed to know the words to his songs, maybe she knew this one too? He wondered even as he looked for her, or any other volunteer, but part of him hoped it would be her, and he didn't even know why.
 
Kira thought she was going to jump out of her skin. She couldn’t believe it, the one song that she was dying to hear and he was actually going to do it. She was, to the least, amazed. Especially, when he put the request for a female singer out. This venue was huge, but to her astonishment, only a couple of hands actually went up.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the woman. Obviously, she thought, they just wanted to get close to Zac. They didn’t care about the song, only wanted to be sang to. Women like this sickened her. She felt her hand rising above her head, felt her feet live the ground as she started to jump emphatically in place. She felt like a first grader asking for the last cookie on the plate. Never in her life had she wanted to sing so bad.
 
His desires were met, and he saw a hand, and as people moved from around her, he could see her face. Again came that flash of recognition. His eye was drawn away by another woman who was drunkenly flashing her breasts in front of the stage. He actually flushed red and knew if he got that woman on the stage he would never get through the song, his boner would shove right through his guitar. His eyes flicked back to the girl jumping up and down and pointed to her, “You, do you know the words? All of them?” He then signaled to the crowd around her, “Well if she really knows the words pass her up here, and without much effort, a couple large guys that happened to be standing on either side of Kira put her up into the air and hands moved as they crowd surfed her towards Zac. Zac smiled, he could have made them clear path, possibly, but this way was much cooler, it was like something you only dreamed of seeing. Handing his guitar to Kyle, the bassist and then moved to the edge of the stage and caught her as she was handed up to him, his hands clasping hers reeling her in, and she was pressed almost against him for a brief second until he could steady her and then he stepped back, collecting his guitar from Kyle giving him a nod of thanks. He stepped up beside Kira, to her right, his left arm almost brushing against her where it held his guitar, but he didn’t see to notice. He turned so he was facing her and not the crowd directly, “So tell everyone your name first of all!. Thanks for being brave enough to come up on stage here with us.” He said, the crowd cheering, seeming to enjoy this bit of stage theatrics almost as much as the music they didn’t know. As he spoke to her his eyes met hers for the first time at a closer range, he could now see her clearly, and found she was very pretty, in addition to seeming so familiar.
 
She laughed as she was hoisted and literally delivered into the grasp of Zac Jackson. She blushed bright red as she was pulled closer to him. It was closer than she had been in years, not that she hadn’t dreamt of being this close to her high school crush. Standing rather awkwardly, she clasped her hands in front of her, then smiled to the crowd, then to Zac who was now standing close enough to brush her arm.

“Kira.” She said, grasping the mic in her hand. She smiled looking at Zac. Her ivory skin blushed once more as she tossed her long red hair over her shoulders. It was all she could do not to blurt out, “I’m your biggest fan.” But she held her tongue as she gazed into his eyes. Although they were green, her’s were a bit darker, with flecks of grey throughout. She wondered if he remembered her. At the moment, she didn’t care, she was to star struck to do anything but grin like a loon.
 
as the light reflected off his eyes, and from this close view she could see he had some golden brown in his eyes making them a hazel green rather than a pure green. He smiled down at her, for he was a bit taller than her too, although no more than half a head, he guessed 6 inches at the most, but then again she might be wearing heals, didn't most women that went out wear heals? He didn't dare look for at this angle it'd look like he were trying to see down her shirt, which wasn't what he wanted people to think right now. Zac was dressed simply in tight black jeans that fit him well, outlining his long legs and lean body. He wore a black iron maiden concert t-shirt he'd bought this past year at the local show. He strummed a chord on his guitar, and smiled
"Well Kira," he said her name striking another chord of familiarity, but he still couldn't place where he knew her. "Lets do this." he said and began to play the song. "I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh..." and he began to sing the song. She still held the MIc, so he leaned towards her to sing into it so it also looked like he was more intimate with her than he truly was even as he sang. And as he started into the chorus was surprised when she began to sing harmony with him. He had just expected her to wait until the second verse and just sing melody on the second verse, but he was surprised, very pleasantly so when she joined him in the chorus. He found his smile was growing larger, and more and more real with each note. As they sang, he found the crowd slipping away, not even the rest of the band mattered. They had joined in with his solo guitar with the chorus, but he barely noticed so mesmorized by her, and the song. He stepped back just a bit as they came to the second verse, and it was her turn to sing lead. "Kira ladies and gentleman." he said before she began to sing, "The worst is over now and we can breathe again..."
 
Once she started singing you realized what a huge mistake she was making. She hadn’t sang more than a note outside of her car or the shower in years. Her face flushed as her voice rose and fell with the chorus. She kept her eyes focused on his, knowing that if she did stray, if she did look at the throng of people she would crumble.

Kira threw her self into the vocals, closing her eyes, letting everything but Zac and the music bleed away. “The worst is over now and we can breath again.” She tried to imitate Amy Lee, but found when she just let go, she sounded better. Opening her eyes, she gave Zac a small smile just as the chorus began again.
 
Zac smiled even wider as she sang the second verse. She could sing. She wouldn't win any grammy awards, but she actually could sing. Most of the women who came up onstage with him couldn't sing the song, if they even knew the words. She sang like she not only knew the song, but felt passionately about it. As Zac tapped his distortion pedal to play the guitar solo he found himself even more at ease. He never felt this way save on stage, a bittersweet part of him wished he could do this off stage, and his confidence almost faultered. He missed one note, but then her eyes opened and she smiled at him again and he regained his confidence. He also gained a slight blush, but he managed to make the missed note sound on purpose, doing a quick run of notes with his fingers, making it sound that he'd just added to the solo. The chorus came back in and he again met her eyes as they sang to each other.

The crowd had quieted some while they sang the song, but as he played the final chord cheers erupted. It wasn't that they had sung the song better than anyone else, but the crowd could feel the passion withwhich both Zac and Kira had sung the song. Zac urged Kira to take a bow holding up her hand in acceptance of the applause. "I think she should hang out on stage with us for the rest of the show." he said to the crowd, to more yells of approval. "I can't let you vultures have such a pretty woman with such a lovely voice back. I have to keep her for myself." he said which drew more laughs. "So will you stay with us?" he asked.
 
Kira bowed deeply, panting with exertion and excitement. She smiled nodding her thanks to the crowd, to the band, to Zac. She dropped his hand after another moment, the bittersweet memories of a high school crush lingering in her heart and mind as she began inching toward the steps at the side of the stage.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure she’d even heard him correctly. “You want me to stay?” She asked again, her voice a bit shaky. She felt that crazy loon smile return and blushed instantly, because it was her excited and unguarded smile. She hated that smile, she was pretty sure it was the smile that was forever immortalized in their high school yearbook. She stood for a second, unable to answer, shock washing over her like rain. Her brain engaged after a moment of dumb, stunned silence and she nodded.
 
It was that smile, that quick flash of an unguarded smile that did it. He remembered her. Not well, for he had never known her well. But now he saw the face in the yearbook that had matched that smile. Her hair had been died blonde in that picture, short cropped, and she had worn braces, but the smile was the same. He had known her as an acquaintance only. A girl that had been in most of his classes, a girl who struggled in math and excelled in English if he recalled correctly. He also vaguely remembered the time when she had had red hair to her waist in middle school. It wasn't nearly that long now, but at least she'd done away with the short short look, and the blonde. His smile was even more genuine, if a little puzzled. How did a girl he barely knew in high school know every word to his songs?

Kyle moved up flanking her on her other side, making her feel a part of the band as they started playing their next song, a heavy song that had Zac growling during the verses and singing the choruses. The crowd was a bit anxious after the slow song, and this heavy fast paced tune seemed to be what they wanted and again the tension in the room built. They were doing their job, warming up the crowd for the headliner.

After 2 more songs Dark Triad with Zac leading thanked the crowd and swept off stage, drawing Kira along with them backstage.
 
She was surprised when she was ushered backstage with the rest of the band. The noise of the crowd could still be heard and the headliner’s crew was beginning to break down the stage in preparation for their band to take the stage. She smiled at the band, shaking with excitement. This was the closest she’d been to the Dark Triad in her life.

Kira, for the first time was at a loss for words. She had achieved her goal of becoming a writer. She had published a book of short stories, it hadn’t won any awards, but she was proud of it. She was currently working on a novel and working for the local newspaper in the entertainment section. Words were her life, but now she couldn’t do anything but feel the ache in her cheeks from smiling like a moron.

She hoped, now, that Zac wouldn’t recognize her. She had looked different in high school. She had dyed her hair platinum blonde, and cut it off extremely short, even shaving the back to make it even shorter. She’d had braces, something thankfully she no longer wore. As well as she was going through a weird make-up stage. She hadn’t been popular, mostly kept to herself. She hated the fake girls, but never really fit in with the ones who she might have been able to otherwise.

Then there was Zac, he had been her crush since middle school. He had never known, she had always been to chicken to even say hi to him, let alone ask him out. She had, once, gotten the courage to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins dance at their school in the 9th grade. But, was beaten to the punch my Brittany Walker. If she remembered correctly, they had dated for a while after that dance. But she had loved him from afar for so long, to be so close to him now, to be sharing the same space with him was a bit unnerving.
 
Zac was quickly putting his guitar in its case and handed Kira his pick, "Here, to remember tonight." he said smiling. But it was apparent that his confidence was already leaving him. What ever headspace he got into, whatever role he played on stage was leaving him. He seemed less confident less self assured. The band worked in silence and finally Zac turned back to her, he didn't know what to say but finally took the plunge. "You look good, no offense, but much better than you did in high school." he said blushing at his bluntness. "I mean I'm not wrong, right? I did go to high school with you, didn't I?" he asked picking up his guitar case in one hand and amp in the other, beginning to walk towards his truck, which they used to transport all their equipment. It was black, and Zac stopped when he reached it to unlock and lift down the back. He then hoisted in his guitar case. The Gibson SG, with its white finish that he loved so much. He'd had that guitar for years, he had been utterly astonished to be given it by his father and step mother, but he had treasured it ever since he got it. He took extreme care with it, and that was evident with the reverence with he gently slid it into the back of the truck.
 
She blushed. “Yeah, I’ve changed a little since high school.” She told him taking the pick and closing it tightly in the palm of her hand. She followed him out to truck, watching him put his guitar on the back of the truck.. “I think you guys did great tonight.” She said, leaning casually against the side of the truck. “I was surprised that you actually did Broken.” She smiled, “I mean, I love that song, don’t get me wrong. But the show was so big tonight, I didn’t think you would, even though I was hoping for it.”

Kira looked down into her hand, staring at the pick. “Thanks.” She said looking at it. “I’ve got another one, from the first show you guys ever played.” She laughed softly. “You guys did a great set that night, lots of covers, but still a kick ass show.” She told him. Looking down, she checked her watch. It was nearly 10. “Well, it was nice to see you again.” She took a step away from the truck, then smiled, starting to walk toward the parking lot.

He was just like she remembered. Zac had never been full of himself, although he could have been. He was sexy, smart, talented, but never seemed to see himself in that light. But she had never seen him as anything less. She had wanted him so much, maybe that's why she followed the band like some love sick groupie, to be close to him. She felt like a stalker, but they really did play good music. Zac had always been more than a crush to her, he had been her one, the one she had grown up thinking about, comparing others to...others that would never, ever meet his standards.

She had tried to let go, tried to move on, but had never been able to. All it took was the sound of his voice and she was enraptured all over again. She was snared in his trap. But she knew he was her unrequited dream, the thing she would never have, but would always want.
 
After he set his guitar and amp I the truck he turned to face her and only shrugged at her thanks for the pick. “Its nothing.” He said and just like that she was leaving. Zac couldn’t help feeling a bit let down as she walked off after looking at her watch. Her exit almost left a bitter taste in his mouth. Had he said something wrong? He watched her go and sighed, Had the comment about high school ruined everything? The exhilaration of the concert faded as he felt shot down once again. That’s when Kyle came up to him and threw a huge hug over him.
“We did it buddy! And that was awesome with Kira. I thought the crowd was gonna skin you for playing that song at a metal show, but you two kicked ass.” Seeing Zac’s face he pulled back, “Did I say something wrong Buddy?” Zac vigorously shook his head, “No, its nothing.” He said, letting himself be swept back inside to help carry out the drum kit, finishing loading his truck.
 
Why hadn’t he picked up on what she was saying? Was he not impressed that she’d at least seen his band one other time before? Didn’t he care that she apparently cherished a memento, a small token of him that was at least five years old? Then again, guys never took hints very well, she had a way of being to subtle.

Kira stopped before she made it made it back parking lot. What was she doing? This was her fucking chance and she was throwing it away. She shook herself mentally. Was she a complete moron? No. She was not going to let him slip away. Hell, she could at least slip him her number.

Turning back, she covered the short distance, just in time to see Zac and Kyle ducking back into the building. She followed behind them, then, completely out of character for her she cleared her throat, “Need a hand?” She asked a smile on her face.
 
"Yeah I really enjoyed singing with her. Not sure why she rushed off though." Zac said.

"Yeah Actually thought you were going to get some tale for once in your life." Kyle quipped. Zac punched his friend in the arm,

"Shut up man, don't talk about her like that."
"Oh come on you know she was hot and all you could think about was fucking her, don't lie to me." Zac blushed furiously at Kyle's words.
"Shut up, Its not true, well not really. . . . but, it doesn't fucking matter because she's gone now." And then Zac heard it,

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Need a hand?"

Zac's eyes popped wide as saucers, and his cheeks got redder than he could have imagined possible. "Uh...yeah you can help." he said wishing he could melt through the floor. He gave Kyle a withering look and tried to avoid looking at Kira as he picked up one of the kick drums.
 
She had heard what they were saying, but she hid it well. Obviously, Zac was embarrassed about his friends teasing. But it wasn’t anything she had never heard before between guys. She picked up a drum and started walking toward the exit again, a small smile curving her lips. Well at least he thought she was cute enough to fuck and he was stone cold sober so that was a plus.
After hoisting the drum onto the truck, she stood to the side, letting the others place the items into the truck. “Is there more?” She asked smiling at Zac.
 
"No that's everything." David the drummer replied after thanking each of them for helping him carry his kit out of the bar.

"Are we going back in to watch the headliner?" David asked. Zac shrugged. He knew that David and Kyled wanted to go to drink and have a good time. Normally he would join them although he rarely drank much. But she had come back, maybe he hadn't screwed upso badly afterall. Zac was so very confused and avoided Kira's gaze unsure what he should say.

"Sure, I'll go with you." Kyle said to David.
"Well, since Its my truck I'll drive the gear back to my house." Zac offered. He actually lived in an appartment, however he still called his parents house his, and their practice studio was still in his basement. The other two smiled, "Thanks man!" they both said and headed for the back door to the bar to go join the crowd, leaving Zac and Kira alone.

After a moment of silence Zac looked at her meeting her gaze a bit shyly, "I'm sorry about what Kyle was saying." he started. "And sorry about earlier, were you really at our first gig?" he asked abruptly, he had brushed it off earlier not really believing she had been at his first gig, but now he remembered what she'd said and had to ask.
 
“Don’t worry about it.” Kira told him with a shy smile. “I know how guys are. I have three brothers. They’re all sweet as long as they know people are around. Get a group of two or more with each other and they lose the sweet and obtain the obnoxious.” She laughed, smiling.

She shrugged as he asked about the first concert. “Yeah.” She said, shyly, a little embarrassed. She nearly spilled the fact that she’d been to ever performance they’d ever given, but she held her tongue. “You guys were great even then.”

“So are you just going to drop this stuff off, I mean, I don’t have anything to do, I could tag along and help you unload.” She said. She was really grasping at straws, but any chance to get to know him a little better was better than no chance at all.
 
"That's really cool that you were at our first concert." Zac said blushing at her compliment, "You can't be serious, we totally sucked back then." he said with a self depricating smile.

When she asked about tagging along he looked surprised but deffinately pleasantly so. "Uh, sure. you can ride along." he said, "I'm not sure if I was going to unload it and come back or just leave it there." he said, "But with you along We could unload it, then I could take you home or what ever." His stage persona would have teased her, asking her if she trusted him enough to let him drive her places, but, he wasn't that brave now instead just saying what he did and moving around to open the truck door for her. "Excuse the mess." he said reaching in to move a pile of sheet music and song lyrics written in his hand writing to the center, along with half of his cd collection, or so it would seem. "David drove He and Kyle." he said as if to explain how his truck was still cluttered despite the fact he'd had 2 band mates who couldn't possibly have riden in his messy cab. Although it did have a long seat and you could get 3 people in it, if one person straddled the place where the stick shift was. Zac held the door for her and then moved to his side of the truck getting in. "You ever driven stick shift?" he asked just as a way to not have silence between them.
 
“Is that a cheesy pick-up line or do you really want to know?” Kira asked as she fastened her seat belt. She winked at him, feeling a little more at ease as the moments passed. If anyone would have told her the day before that she would be going to the home of her dream guy, she’d have told them to have their head examined. Although, there was no where she would have rather have been...okay, not exactly true, she was still amazed she was there.

She picked up one of the sheets of music, looking over it, she couldn’t read music to save her life, but the words, the lyrics were all his. “New song?” She asked, showing him the paper as they drove.
 
"I genuinely was curious, but... you can drive my stick anytime.." he broke off smirking. He laughed and felt a bit more at ease.

He glanced at the music and blushed, "Yeah, it kind of sucks though." he said he reached out as if to snatch it away but then returned his hand to the stick shrugging, if she wanted to read it he would let her. "I've been having a dry spell for creativity." he said, "Kyle wants me to write about D&D stuff and I'm like but is that really what we want to sing about?" he said, "And david thinks I should write more about relationships." here he shrugged, "I totally feel like a moron singing about relationships, when I've not really had many. I mean none that were that serious." he said blushing at this admission, trying to make it sound like he had had a bunch of shallow relationships, thinking that sounded better than he had had only a couple brief relationships. Not even realizing that unless she remembered kyle's words of "Thought you were finally going to get some." he had made himself sound like a man whore, a stereotypical band member. A one night stand kind of guy. In in actuality he wasn't, not at all.
 
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