Author Note: I own anything that doesn't look familar. The song used in this chapter (and no, this will not be a songfic series) is by Crossfade. It's called Cold.
Throwing her dreadlocks up in a high ponytail, Lidia Orton checked herself out in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. Her make up: perfect. Baggy jeans low enough her mom would've made her change them before she left the house: perfect. Shirt so small it could be labled as a bra: check. A smirk came across her face, something that she got from her older brother, Randy. He was going to be there tonight, along with some of his co-workers; Lidia's stomach cringed, hopefully Randy wasn't bringing her ex. It was a joint pay per view weekend, so wrestlers from both rosters were coming.
Butterflies rose in Lidia's stomach as there was a knock on the door. Someone (or someones) were always coming by to wish them luck before going on stage. Running to answer the door, she saw that one of her bandmates already answered it. It was her brother Randy and his girlfriend Stacey Keibler, with the recent issue of Rolling Stone magazine in his hand.
"Well, well, well," Randy started, giving Lidia a hug, "look who just happens to be on the cover of Rolling fucking Stone!" Lidia bowed her head, blushing, while the rest of her band cheered. "I'm so proud of you guys. This works out great too, cause I'm on the cover of Raw maga..."
"Honey, tonight isn't about you," Lidia cut off her older brother, "it's about us, Thair. Have we forgot why you are here?" Giving her cocky smirk to her older brother, he shook his head, smiling. Stacey was reading the magazine that she took from Randy, and began reading quotes out of it.
"'I feel extremly blessed to be here,' singer Jack Botteche says, 'there is no other three people I'd rather have this expierence with. We have the greatest fans in the world.'" Stacey read off. "That's the biggest piece of bull I've ever heard. Doesn't every band have 'the greatest fans in the world'?" She asked looking at Jack. Jack nodded his head in agreement.
"But," Lidia began, "does every band sell 700,00 copies the first week of their debut record, after seven record comapany's turned them down?" Every cheered and hollered in response as they relived the memory of the week that happend. Randy was beeming at his younger sister. She was the bass player in the group, but wrote all of the songs. He was always the first person she would show a song to when it was completed, and he was always more than willing to give critisim.
His heart broke when Lidia had her heart broken by her boyfriend, who was also his best friend. The breakup happend a week before the album was released, which tore Lidia to pieces. Randy looked over at his sister and saw that she still wore the bracelet her ex gave her on their two year anniversery.
Walking over to her, Randy sat down beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "He's miserable too," he whispered in her ear. "He still wears the ring you got him, not when he has a match though. I think he's going to be here tonight." Lidia groaned as she leaned her head on her brothers shoulder.
"I thought I told you not to invite him," she mumbled.
"I had to! I was telling Charlie, Mark, and Jackie to come, and he walked in. When he asked what we were talking about, I told him, and Charlie mentioned he should come because he didn't know about you and him. If you see him, just don't talk to him."
"But all of the songs are about him! He knows it too." Lidia shook her head, pieces of hair from the ponytail fell in front of her face. She glared down at the necklace that she had on, wondering why she still wore it, and if he wore his. She picked up the dogtag that hung off of it, and trailed her finger around the engraved letters that read: Don't forget to breathe. When people first read what the dogtag say, they look at her weird; that's when Lidia realizes why she was with him for so long, he understood what it ment. It ment when you get caught up in the moment, snap back to reality, breathe.
Randy saw his sister look at her necklace, still looking sad. Placing a hand on her knee, he ruffled her hair, making it fall out of the ponytail it was in. Her brown dreadlocks fell down to her shoulders, showing off her strong jawline that she had, which was a major resblences for her and Randy. "Just don't look at him," Randy told her before leaving the room with Stacey. Jack called everyone in for a group huddle; making sure the door was locked so no one would walk in.
"We open with Cold, correct?" Jack asked. Everyone agreed. "Then, we play Anthem?" Nods of the heads came. "OK, we'll wing it from there. Let's do this!" The four of them began jumping around in a circle, making sure the energy was going through their bodies. Once they finished, they walked out of their dressing room, prepared and ready to go.
Lidia walked on the stage first. Picking up her bass, she began a bass solo that lasted about twenty seconds, then the drummer Russ would come in with a drum solo. The guitarist Pat began playing a riff on his guitar, and that's when Jack came in.
Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in
Things I cannnot win
You are the antidote that gets me by
Like a drug that gets me high
Goosbumps went down Lidia's arm as she sang along with the song; the crowd drowned out her voice, she could hardly hear Jack's. This is what she lived for. The song she wrote after she had a fight with her boyfriend, being sung by thousands of people that she never met before. Looking out in the crowd, she could see some wrestlers: Randy, Triple H, Batista, Edge, Jericho, Trish, Lita, Dawn Marie, John Cena...Her heart stopped. He did show up. The person that the song was about was there, singing along to every word that she penned herself.
There was a bass rest, which Lidia took that time to look at her necklace: Don't forget to breathe.
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold to you
Lidia continued to sing along with the song, making eye contact with John as she sung them. A gold chain reflected off of his skin; the dogtag was still hanging off of it. Grining, she looked at her brother Randy, who was raising his fist and singing along with the song. All of the wrestlers knew the song. Her song.
And I'm sorry about all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You could see me stand on my own again
Cause now I can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Something strong like a drug that got me high
I never meant to be so cold
Looking over at Pat, Lidia could see that he was in shock of how well this was going. This was the first show of their five month tour tour for their album, And Then Thair Was Four, and the show was sold out. Jack called the box office the day the tickets went on sale and found out they were sold out in fifteen minutes. Hearing the news, they went out for drinks that night, and woke up with hangovers from hell.
Jumping off of the platform that the drums were on, Lidia bobed her head along with the music, her dreads going in every direction. But she could still see John, and it looked like he was getting closer and closer.I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me theres just no hope
I never meant to be so cold
Once the song was finished, Jack took a deep sigh into the microphone. Introducing the next song, Lidia ignored the look John was giving her.
Only Randy knew that there was still feelings that layed between his little sister, and his best friend, John Cena
Author Note: OK, there's the first chapter. The band (Thair) is pronounced as There, Their, or They're LOL, I just choose to spell it differently. I own anything that doesn't look familar, except of course the songs Cold and Anthem Of Our Dying Day. Anyways, tell me what you think and if I should continue. I already have the second chapter completed so yea...Read and Review LOL