I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 123
THE MEADOWS MUSIC AND ARTS FESTIVAL, CITI FIELD, QUEENS, BROOKLYN.
DAY 1'S
Citi Field, a sprawling stadium that is a baseball field and is the home of the famous New York, New York Mets baseball team, transformed into a temporary village with many tents that contain art exhibitions from paintings, photography to contemporary sculpture. And also tents from festival visitors who come from various regions in New York even from outside the state.
In the musical performance section, there are several medium stages that are intended for newcomer bands who will perform the first day, the band will perform, and one big stage for the band's line-up - a big band and singer, one of which is The Rebellion and some other big names, who will perform at the final show on the second day.
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Mia took a deep breath - deep. Trying to neutralize the nervousness that attacks him. Many times the girl bent over holding her stomach which felt like it was being hit by a cramp. The backstage atmosphere is quite crowded by several new bands and solo singers who will be performing.
The Master of Ceremony's voice was still heard from on stage. The cheers - the cheers of the audience increasingly made his sense of nervousness become - so.
"Oh my God" he said. Mia wagged - blow her fingers that felt stiff.
"Lamia, are you okay?" asked Brandon who had noticed the movements of the girl.
"I'm so nervous."
"Don't be!" Brandon clasped Mia's hand tightly. Trying to give the girl some peace. But Mia still looked nervous. Until the man grabbed his tiny body and grabbed it.
"Hey, you're a great violinist. You can do it!" whispered. Mia nodded in Brandon's arms. The girl now felt calmer.
Brandon rubbed Mia's back gently. Then let go of his embrace. Staring into the girl's eyes with a loving look.
"Lamia, I love you, I always do ...."
Mia stunned. He saw Brandon's face that looked tense, but serious. His sharp brown eyes rained down on the bottom of his heart.
"Please welcome, a Brooklyn newcomer band, Funeralopolis!!
The Master Of Ceremony's cry from on stage made the two gasp. Brandon squeezed Mia's palm trying to give her once again her spirit.
"Come on, guys!" william saw Mia and Brandon still standing staring at each other.
Now both of them have held their own musical instruments and walked up to the stage. The screams of the audience instantly sounded as soon as they appeared.
Mia smiled broadly. The audience was so enthusiastic. Not like his fear all along. He looked towards Brandon who was ready with his guitar, and smiled sweetly at him. Chest rippling. Never realized all this time if Brandon could look that handsome.
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"I know you like it."
Barrel touched the chest of Ben who was sitting leaning on his chair.
"You think so?"
"Follow your heart, Ben."
"What about you?"
"I'll always be here. In a special room here." Barrel pointed at Ben's chest and tapped it several times. "I'm not going anywhere."
"But there is one empty space in your heart that you must prepare for her. It will be a special room for him. And don't ever take me there."
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DAY 2
Ben sits leaning his head against the glass of the bus carrying him and the rest of the Rebellion crew to Queens. His hand was busy tinkering at the phone in his hand but just scrolling the screen up and down without any specifics he was looking for.
Ben stared at one name on his phone screen. A few minutes of hesitation about whether or not he would dial the name, finally pressing the phone-shaped virtual button and waiting until someone on the other side made a sound.
"Hallo?"
"Hi, Lamia, emm .. how was your performance?"
"Great." Ben was silent for a moment. "You're still at Citi Field?" he asked when he heard a loud voice over there.
"Yeah, have a little fun here." Mia chuckles.
"Nice, see you there, then." Ben patted his head slowly. What did he say those words for. Of course they probably won't meet there. Ben will be busy with Rebellion, while Mia will probably have fun with her friends.
But in his heart Ben hopes Mia will watch his performance on stage.
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"Hello, America .... What's up, Queens!"
The crowd echoed in the cry of Ben who stood holding his guitar in front of the microphone.
"This one is called Riding The Dune."
The guitar and drum beat simultaneously began the song taken from Rebellion's third album, The Sun Kingdom Queen, greeted by the hysterical cries of the audience who were partly fans, who missed the return of the famous band to the stage.
Ben, bare-chested, as always, is a magnet for the thousands of pairs of eyes watching down there. Shredding his guitar without caring for his long hair that covered part of his face. Ben felt back how loose he was on stage. As if - will the burden accumulate that has been borne, gradually - gradually lost. His spirit is back on fire. Blazing with the roar of rock music that is playing. Three songs from the third album Rebellion managed to bring them perfectly.
"Thank You!" Ben exclaimed to end their performance that night.
The four members of The Rebellion withdrew from the stage accompanied by the cheers of the audience who were still heard until they were in the dressing room devoted to them.
In the room is Jack, the manager, Marry, the assistant and some crew waiting. Rebellion was greeted with a few beer crates to drink together.
A long-bearded man who was one of the Rebellion crew walked up to Ben and whispered something to him. Ben nodded - nodding with a smile and from the movement of his lips he said a word of thanks to the man.
Ben immediately grabbed his head-covered jacket lying on the table and put it on.
"Guys, I gota go" he said as he stepped out the door.
"Where are you fu**going going?" ask Marcus.
Ben simply flung open the door and disappeared behind it.
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"Cheers!"
William held up his glass which Bruichladdich had filled, the kind of whiskey drink from Scotland he had brought camping that night in the courtyard of Citi Field, with other Funeralopolis personnel.
They did decide to camp from day one until the festival was over tomorrow morning.
"It's too strong, Lammy, you don't have to drink it." Brandon tries to prevent Mia from drinking the glass that contains the yellowish-brown liquid she is holding.
"I'll try a little." Mia grimaced while gulping down a little of her glass. The girl was grumpy. His throat was burning immediately.
"I told you," said Brandon.
"Wooohoo .. Lammy, go, Lammy!" William encourages Mia to continue drinking.
"Hey, guys, guys!!" call Bryan while elbowing the arm of William who was laughing out loud. "Look who came" he said, pointing to a tall figure clad in a thick jacket and a head covering standing under a light pole not far from their tent.
William stopped his laughter for a moment.
"Holy S**t!"
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Note :
The song I wrote in this section is :
Valley of the Sun - Riding The Dune (Stoner Rock Band from Cincinnati, Ohio, USA ).
