He's Treble

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It'd been one hell of a trip. Bouncing all over the country with my buddies, beating on the skins and making thousands of girls scream at the top of their lungs for me.

I slammed through the set as Justin sang, Perry backed him up, and Shawn helped me set the rhythm. The crowd hung on our every word, and everything got more electric as the night went on. I gazed into the audience, most of their eyes locked on Justin. He was the singer, and that's just how it worked. He'd be the first to admit how important the rest of us were, though, and any audience member who really knew music knew that.

I liked the smaller shows, even if they were in my hometown. Somehow, the crowd was louder when there were only hundreds instead of thousands. Maybe they just brought more energy. It was definitely more intimate and more intense. I loved my job but shows like that reminded me why I did it.

We started at these little podunk bars in my hometown, Greenville, where we played our first-ever show. This bar gave me my first beer when I was twenty. The bartender thought I looked a whole lot older than I did, apparently, and I wasn't going to argue.

That place held countless, but those of my first show and beer hardly even scratched the surface of my memories in this town. Shawn and I grew up as best friends here. These were my people.

As I scanned the crowd, I saw basically what I expected. Some folks I recognized from high school, the past few years adding a few wrinkles onto them, or maybe a beard. Some even recognized me as the most famous person from this small town. I hoped not to deal with a few of them, but that's life.

Then, my eyes passed over someone I felt a lot more conflicted about. Tabitha Johnson. A woman I thought I'd never see again. Yet there she was, standing in the crowd, looking at me, her face blank and as confused as mine.

The need to speak to her was almost overwhelming. Playing drums, something I loved and always looked forward to, suddenly felt dreadful and tedious. I was a professional, though. Being in a touring rock band meant your personal shit was always secondary to the gig. Tabitha and I needed to talk, but I also needed to keep my job. Tossing my sticks to the mat was a quick way to the unemployment line and living in this town again. No thank you.

Finally, I was doing the last drumroll. I had managed to get through the show without screwing everyone up, even the endless encores Justin insisted upon. "Send them home happy," and all that. They were definitely happy; he was right about that. The crowd went wild as I did my usual bit, smiling and waving to everyone as they hooted and hollered.

With the show finally over, we headed backstage, waving, bowing, and blowing kisses.

"Good show as usual, guys. You totally rocked it," Justin shouted as he headed out the back door.

He, Perry, and Shawn had their own things to do recently. All getting girls and getting married, or whatever. Getting on with their lives in ways that were most definitely not how I was doing it.

Me? I was most definitely in some sort of funk. As the other guys went on about their lives without me, I was struck by loneliness and jealousy. I knew it was dumb jealousy, too. Like, how dare they find happiness and joy in their lives? They should be flirting with depression like I was! It was ridiculous, but I couldn't help it.

Usually, I would get a drink to flirt with being sociable. But tonight? Tonight, I had a purpose.

I downed a water bottle, threw on my baseball cap for anonymity, and headed into the bar. It was still busy. This particular bar didn't close up shop after our show was done. This place stayed open until last call, no matter what. I wouldn't be here for that, though. Not if I found her.

I looked at the bar, where I'd last seen her. She wasn't there. I walked through the tables, making sure to keep my head down. Now was definitely a bad time to deal with fangirls and all that.

My hope began to drain as I checked the booths, but it never disappeared. Then, my persistence was rewarded.

There she was. Tabitha Johnson.

I had found her.

Those bright brown eyes, succulent lips, and all of the right curves...that was Tabitha. Her curly hair swayed with her every slight movement.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and I don't think she ever understood how true that was. Though it wasn't for lack of trying.

She looked up at me suddenly, her beautiful eyes wide. "Adam!"

"Tabitha."

We stood in awe of one another for what felt like forever. It'd been years since I'd seen her, and I had resigned myself to never seeing her again. Yet there she was. And I was never more glad to have been wrong.