Uhh!! Please Not Me....

"Come on, guys. Enjoy this!" Delilah said, trying to cheer us up. "It's DEX. The most popular guy in America. Can't you both be a little happier about it?"

"I guess," I sighed.

"Okay," Sadie agreed.

The lights dimmed, and the show started. Smoke filled the dome, flashing blue and green from the bright spotlights. Music started, pounding, stinging my ears. Bright sparks erupted spontaneously from around the room.

"Wow," I whispered.

Then, a circle of fire shot up on the stage, awing the audience. It was over 6 feet tall, magnificent, the colors astounding. The fire changed gradually from red to green to blue, leaving us wondering. It was spectacular.

Dex rose above the fire, guitar in hand. He smiled, and waved to the fans. From this close distance, I could see the crinkle near his eyes, the warmth in his expression. His grin was genuine.

I smiled back.

"Let me hear some screaming later on, okay?" Sadie joked, obviously amused by my expression.

"Shut up, Sadie," I said impatiently. Dex raised his hand to the crowd in greeting, then immediately launched into his song 'Killer'.

I hummed along to the song, smiling at the way his voice and the music seemed to tango, always in perfect harmony, never doing the same exact thing. He was a talented artist.

The concert passed by blissfully. I soon found myself pulled to my feet by Delilah and Sadie, joining the thousands of others that were doing the same. We jumped to the music, laughing and smiling. This was wonderful. I had never felt so happy in the five years I had tried to get rid of Dex.

The concert came to Dex's last few songs, and one of them happened to be 'Release Me', my favorite song of his, because it was a duet. He sang it with Richy Charles, who had a beautiful melodic voice. Their voices sounded amazing together. The concert came to Dex's last few songs, and one of them happened to be 'Release Me', my favorite song of his, because it was a duet. He sang it with Richy Charles, who had a beautiful melodic voice. Their voices sounded amazing together.

"For this last one, one of my associates are going to pick a girl out of the audience to sing the duet with me," The crowd's roar grew as teenage girls screamed. I stayed silent. I didn't want to be picked. I shut my eyes, waiting for the girl's name to be announced...

A hand tapped my shoulder. "What, Sadie?" I asked in exasperation, opening my eyes. It wasn't Sadie, but a man dressed in black. "Oh, sorry," I apologized. The man had a nervous expression to him, and he was skinny and short.