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BOLD PRINT means it's Sierra's Viewpoint
NON-BOLD PRINT means Taylor's viewpoint
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
My fingers cupped around the thin edges of the disarrayed photograph which, to anyone else, was just an image of clumped faces and hands reaching out to the heavens. This photograph meant more to me than any other tangible object in my possession.
It was my only lasting token of her existence. It was all the evidence I had that she actually was alive living somewhere, sleeping somewhere at night, and wasn’t just a strange hallucination of an angel that had appeared to me in some spiritual epiphany. She was locked forever in my imagination and mind.
The picture was of poor quality, yet was able to capture her indescribable beauty under the cheap and synthetic lights. The flash of the camera had captured her iridescent glowing locks and the side profile of her slender and defined physique. She, the only one of all the other girls in the photo was starring dreamily into the night sky rather than the other fanatics who tried for my attention on stage. I still remember that day, almost a year's time had elapsed, but I could still make out the white cotton material of my muscle tee and how it had clung to me in the September air. I still remember and will never forget.
“Tay…. You lazy son of a bitch… get your ass up.” I heard the voice, yet somehow it seemed like the voice was far far away and swearing at me from a different dimension.
It was nettlesome and so familiar that I disregarded it, rolling over, pressing my head in to the hard cushion of the couch.
“Shitttttttt…. I can’t get ummppgh” I mumbled drunkenly into the pillow groggy and completely light headed from the allergy pills that I had popped to cure my allergen symptoms.
I pulled myself up opening my eyes wide and cupped a glass of water to dilute the drug in my system.
“Just go without me,” I retorted, “Tell them I am sick and don’t wanna contract it to anyone who comes backstage…” I mumbled incoherently surprised at my own cleverness.
“Then they’ll think you have an STD of something.” said my ignorant brother, “if you don’t already that is.” He added, and I was too tired to fight back.
I inevitably knew that I had to go and meet the sycophantic fans backstage, even though this was our last stop in Boston Massachusetts, thank god! Popping an Altoid, I followed my brothers out of our dressing room toward the piercing screams with an ominous knot in my stomach.
“Tay… Oh-Ohmygod, I love your new haircut!” I flinched at the inflection of the adolescent girl’s voice as she reached to touch my hair, but my trustworthy bodyguard, Sean, quickly diverted her hand. I gave him a thankful look.
“It was a pleasure to meet you too,” I forced a smile to an older woman wearing a white tee shirt with my face on it sporting the words “My Future son-in-law.”
I gulped nervously after reading the words and quickly turned to other teary-eyes fans as they waited impatiently to have a second’s time with me. It was all crazy. It was crazier than usual in the backstage area before our actual performance; maybe because it was our last tour stop or maybe because we were all at our wit’s end and just wanted a shower in our own bathrooms. People kept throwing desperate comments of adulation at me as I politely thanked them, checking my watch impatiently. That is when I saw “her.”
A sacred gift of heaven
For better worse wherever
And I would never let somebody break you down.
Until you cried... never
A flash of movement in the far corner of the uninhabited area of the room caught my attention as I quickly snatch a glimpse of the angel and her companion who had just blessed the room with her presence. After multiple double takes and attempts on not totally disregarding the girls who were in front of me asking for autographs and pictures, I was able to determine she was around my age, yet was so much more precocious than anyone in the entire room.
“Sier…. You’re crazy…” My friend Cody gasped as I pulled the tight goggles off my frostbitten face.
“What? You’re crazy!” I laughed shoving him playfully, which actually caused him to tremble and then fall to his butt with the unknown object strapped to his feet.
“I can barely stand up in this stupid thing, but then of course there you are jumping off houses and shit.” I laughed in chagrin as I pulled him to a standing position but then deserted him, as I continued down the powdery hill making smooth and complete arches with my snowboard.
“Remember when we saw Hanson?” Riley, my best friend burst out laughing in a spray of chewed up french fry as I pulled off my soaked gloves. I nodded smiling in humiliation waiting for the stream of ridicule to fire at us sitting in the food court of the Killington Ski Resort.
“Hey that was a good time…” I protested, “We even got backstage and had like fifth row seats on the floor all here because Riley doesn’t know that flirting with 40 year old men is a societal taboo and practically a crime.” I laughed, ducking the flying fry as it sailed my way.
“Hey it was fun okay, totally harmless, and we met famous people out of it right?” She retaliated as the laughter died down,
“Plus that security guard who hooked us up was like 30.” We were lost in our conversation, as the boys grew tired of listening to us recollect our crazy schemes.
“Better than sitting home on Friday night, right?” I said shaking the clumps of snow from my long chocolate locks.
“And the middle brother was like totally falling all over himself when he met Sierra here… but of course being her usual self, she didn’t even realize it….”
“What!” I shrieked in unison with the two other boys who shared our table as they looked up from untying their bootlaces.
“He was hitting on you?” Ian laughed.
“No!” I cried in defense, “He was so not hitting on me. I talked to him for what a whole two minutes?” I cried in response to her estranged claim.
Everyone had already burst into hysterics and my petite denials of the truth were lost in their jocund laughter. It was soon all forgotten as we headed out onto the mountain for our last runs before making the long drive back into the city.
She walked in looking as though she didn’t have the slightest idea of where she was. An innocent and unique look encompassed her face as she studied the mad situation in front of her. She was beautiful.
She wore a knee high print skirt and a white matching top. She looked poised and completely out of place from all the chaos that was in the room. I was immediately addicted to staring at her, but it grew difficult from all of the comments and interrupting voices of fans who forced me to take their picture with them and suddenly she was lost in the shuffle.
“What are we doing here?!” I gasped at the sight of the chaotic scene in front of me in the backstage portion of the Tweeter Center venue. Some security guard, in weak attempts of flirting had offered us backstage passes, 5th row floors seats, and his hotel room and number in exchange for surprisingly nothing!
And Riley, of course, being her spontaneous self, readily accepted his generous offer. Now the two of use stood at the edges of hysteria. I couldn’t even see the longhaired prepubescent boys we’d decided to come and see only an hour prior to this.
“Ri?” I gulped grasping her hand fretfully as girls pawed, screamed and cried and cameras flashed.
“It wasn’t like this for Ben Harper…” She wearily said as an arm latched onto both of our elbows.
“Already ladies, get in line, we have to move this along, one picture per party.” A buxom lady led us into the mass reluctantly and suddenly; we were amongst the chaos.
“I don’t even see the Hanson brothers…” Ri stated as and older woman, very large I might add, rudely plowed me over in the midst of running to her bawling daughter.
Because of this I was set off balance, and sent spiraling into a concentrated mass of teenyboppers who all nudged and elbowed me rudely as I stumbled uncontrollably into their circle. The only thing that kept me from falling to the cold concrete was a firm body, whose arms reached out just in time to stop my tumble to the ground.
“Watch it bitch…” The yells fired at me like bullets as I tried to regain my balance, supporting solely upon the arms that reached under my own arms. I stared at the girls who’d called me a bitch astounded by her comment, pulling myself upright. Turning to apologize, I brushed of the pushes, shoves, and derogatory comments.
“I am so sorry….” I cried to, surprisingly, a guy around my age with short blond hair. He’s quite cute, I thought brushing out the wrinkles of my favorite skirt. I looked at him, a little weirded out by his reaction. Instead of looking angry for bowling him over, his lips fell ajar as if he was smiling at me in an odd way.
“Hey you, get back in your line! You can’t just cut everyone!” I heard the voices behind, but I was somewhat paralyzed by his odd stare as I stared back.
“Really, I am so sorry…” I began again, over the loud shrieks, “ Someone hit me from behind, are you alright?” I asked feeling the stares burning into my back.
What was everyone’s problem? His face finally broke into a warm smile as he still grasped my hand that he had used to help me up from my fallen position. I pulled it free gently as he nodded, a little confused by his reticence. Why wasn’t he talking?
“Okay well…sorry again…” I mumbled turning in complete mortification.
I wanted to kill every single one of those girls at that moment. The way they had screamed at her and pushed her in contempt for something she had no control over. A ball of fury rose deep within me as I struggled awkwardly to keep her from falling to the floor.
I was angry at the fans who’d cursed at her, most of all I was angry at myself for being there, and causing the whole situation. I felt egotistical and arrogant and so inferior to this walking goddess who made everyone else in the room plain and simple.
Almost shaking I lifted her fragile body up, indulging how her bare skin was touching mine. It was so smooth and her hair smelled amazing, but as she turned to me, everything in the whole room disappeared and it was just the two of us.
At every time, I' ve always known
That you where there, upon your throne
A lonely queen, without her king
I longed for you, my love forever...
I could speak, I could barely think straight let alone form words to reply to her incessant apologies.
I just looked at her trying to mumble words that made her think I wasn’t mute. She turned slowly, and I longed to pull her back, but I couldn’t I was frozen stiff, and no matter how much my brain was screaming, my lips were stoic, refusing to part and keep her from leaving my side.
She soon disappeared into the crowd but I was pushed that much farther back by the blazed girls who’d just witnessed the whole situation. I looked to Sean wearily giving the signal that I wanted out. Now.
What was wrong with these people? I hadn’t even met the Hanson brothers yet, when the guards began to escort people out group by group, yet I couldn’t leave until I found Riley.
I turned in circles looking for that familiar red headed shorty, who was my best friend, but it was useless. There was just too many people in that small compact room to even think straight. I decided to follow a herd of girls being reluctantly led out of the room, in hopes that I’d meet up with her outside.
In a frantic rush of the slowly emptying room, I felt a squeeze to my wrist as I turned startled yet relieved “Ril---?” I claimed spinning around, but stopped dead when I saw who it was.
Immediately recognized him, as the poor soul whom I had just unintentionally crashed into before and blushed at my folly of thinking it was Riley.
“Hey.” He said over the noise pollution in the room.
“Hi….” I replied a little confused, “Look, before was an accident, some overly dramatic woman with two asses felt the need to destroy everything in her path….” He laughed sweet laughter at my mockery of the stupid woman.
“No I am sorry… This is crazy and you don’t know how bad it makes me feel when shit like this happens .to…well people like you.” He stuttered a little and I thought it was very cute.
“Are you okay?” He asked sincerely and I nodded.
“Thanks to you….” I smirked quickly averting my stare from his blue eyes; he was mesmerizing.
“Well I also wanted to…. Well… I guess apologize for… not saying… I mean… well for being so unsociable to you earlier…. I was just…. Uh… surprised.” He stumbled over his words.
I bit my lower lip anxiously as the room quickly emptied and Riley lingered in the back of my mind. Moreover, I didn’t even know why this guy was talking to me.
“It’s okay.” I reassured him, “But now I am looking for my bestfriend, Riley. I think she got lost in the shuffle and we didn’t even get to meet the Hanson brothers…. I am soooo bummed.” I said sullenly, recognizing the stupidity of deciding to come to a Hanson concert and hour before it started.
“Well, then it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Taylor Hanson.”
WHAT? My jaw dropped in complete surprise in astonishment.
Somehow the little boy from all the music videos with long girly blond hair and a high voice had metamorphasized into a tall, extremely built, short blond hair sky blue eyed man with a killer smile.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t even put two and two together, with all the bitchy fans. Blood rushed to the vessels of my cheeks as I put my hand over my mouth in utter embarrassment.
“Oh—Ohmygod…” I began to laugh for the ridiculousness of this all, “I am so so so sorry.” I sputtered in hysterics as he just grinned at me, “ I totally didn’t…know.”
“It’s okay, actually its really nice not having someone recognize me for once.” He stopped to analyze what he’d just said.
“I mean…. Not that every does….. Like not in the sense that I am some kind of cele— Nevermind.” For a rock star, he seemed quite nervous. Maybe he was nervous about performing.
“You’re not a huge fan I take it?” He asked. I shook my head too embarrassed to say no, when a loud voice interrupted us from behind,
“Tay! Let’s move it, man we gotta go on in like 15!” Another blondish bother was calling from a large doorway and I took it, as may invitation to leave.
Slowly turning, I tried to discreetly slip away from the Hanson brothers now arguing with the other one. I needed to find Ri, but he turned before I could leave.
“Uh.. I should go now..” I replied but he stopped me suddenly.
“Wait….” His voice was urgent, “Where are your seats?” He asked inquisitively. Glancing at my ticket stub, I told him fifth row and expected the conversation to end there.
“Well I will look for you okay?” He smiled almost flirtatiously and I nodded eager to leave the vast and now empty room.
“Hey,” He stopped me again, “Would you possibly consider meeting me here after the show? I’d…well, I guess like to talk to you some more maybe…” He said it shyly staring at his hands and I thought I was going to burst inside and out. It was so sweet.
He didn’t seem like a stuck up rich snob, he was cordial and sincere and I could’ve kissed him right there.
“Yeah possibly, but I really have to find my friend she’s probably worried sick…” I said, a little taken back by his offer.
We discussed briefly about where and how to get back there after the show, and then we were interrupted once more by the same nagging voice I stepped back slowly,
“I should really go now.” I smiled warmly at him and thanked him, apologizing for my clumsiness.
“Hey…” He said as I walked self-consciously to the waiting bodyguard at the door, but turned at his voice.
“I don’t even know your name.” He said pulled at the cap of the marker in his hand.
“My name?” I laughed at his effrontery. “You want to know MY name?” He nodded.
“Please?” His face made me crumble and tingle like a burning ember inside as I gave in,
“My name is Sierra Topé….. And, if I told you my last name, then it wouldn’t be any fun anymore. It was a pleasure Taylor Hanson.” I smiled and at that I turned on my birks and walked swiftly out the door.
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I' ll ever see you again
*Muscial Credit to Lenny Kravitz
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