Prologue To A Dream, Pt. 2

As soon as he could summon the strength to stand, Oliver looked over to his side at Peter, who stood motionless at his microphone stand, staring at Oliver. Oliver motioned to his guitar, and began playing the opening notes of the next song. Peter nodded, and then began to clap his hands as Adam and Will joined in playing their instruments. “Come on everyone, we can’t let a little setback ruin the night! Clap with me!” Peter yelled to the crowd.

After the show ended, Oliver passed his guitar to the first roadie he came across, and ran to his dressing room. He arrived to find it empty. Chelsea, in a matter of thirty minutes, had completely disappeared. He sat down on his dresser, feeling dejected. Why had she said no? Sure it had only been two days, but didn’t she feel the connection as well?

His eyes passed over the room, and as they did, he caught sight of a note tacked to the wall. He snatched the note down and read the two sentences on it.

“I don’t want to be with you. I’m sorry. Chelsea.”

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