The Decadence of The Fallen

There will always be that one guy that you would constantly be pining for but never truly have. That one guy that you would change your hairstyle for, hoping that he'd somehow notice. That one guy that you would spend sleepless nights thinking about, wondering if he's doing the same thing about you. That one guy that you secretly loved from afar, wishing that maybe someday he would somehow reciprocate your unrequited feelings. That one guy that you would still wish happiness for even if that happiness did not include you. For me, that one guy's name was Marcus Adrian Lee. I never even really existed in Adrian’s eyes. I never really had his heart. I could never truly make him smile the way that she used to. I could never really mend his heart no matter how hard I tried. I mean how do you even begin to fix a broken man? How can you became the person that he not only needs but also wants?

No words were spoken between us as we made our way towards the next building. Since it was raining really hard, nobody else was around the area and it was completely silent except for the sound of raindrops falling. As we walked side by side with him holding out his umbrella for the both of us, for some reason, it felt like we were a couple. It may have even seemed that way if anybody else ever saw us because that kind of gesture was (almost) never done between strangers. Yes. Strangers. We were strangers. I didn't even know his name and he didn't know mine yet here I was daydreaming about him. And to think that I was starting to develop a crush on this guy who called me an idiot earlier...I really was a sucker for bad boys! As I silently berated myself upon this realization, I barely noticed that we had arrived at the building across and that the guy I was with had already closed his umbrella and was getting out of the pouring rain. But thanks to the feel of raindrops on my s

The dressing room was quite small, with costumes used by the theater group placed on one side and a long wall-mounted mirror on the other. Two sofas were somehow fitted inside the room and it was there that we saw the members of The Decadence of The Fallen. I. Must. Be. Dreaming. Somebody pinch me! They were all absolutely gorgeous. Now I totally get why so many girls fall completely head over heels for them. Good looks plus musical talent equals The Decadence of The Fallen. That was probably the band's formula for fame and success. Of course, until now I was still guessing about the musical talent part since I haven't actually seen them perform yet...and I will. But right now I was just completely mesmerized by them as I looked over to my side and found Leslie, drooling along with me. The guy wearing a preppy blue sweater placed his electric guitar on the sofa and began to approach us. He had this boyish charm and had a smile that could rival that of a toothpaste model's. "Josh,"

Adrian looked as if he was having second thoughts. All eyes were on him as everyone waited for him to speak. Then, hesitantly, he agreed and finally said, "Yes." Cheers and congratulations were soon heard after that as JD, Warren, Bash, and Spencer welcomed me into The Decadence of The Fallen. While Leslie showed her support for me by shedding endless amounts of tears (of joy, I assumed). I was really happy that, finally, things were slowly falling into place...I knew that I still had a lot to prove but at least for now, I had somehow redeemed myself from that fiasco last Friday. With a slight boost in my morale, I went down from the stage to graciously accept their warm welcome. Jayden was the first to approach me and shook my hand. "Maddie, I'm really proud of you! I said that if I was going to lose the drummer position, I would much rather lose to you. And I'm glad that I did..." he smiled kindly at me before he continued, "...you really surprised me today. I'm impressed."

Gigs and weeks passed by and slowly, the first semester was coming to a close. By now Adrian, JD, Warren, Spence and I had finally gotten so used to one another that we could already read each other's minds during our performances. The fans and groupies had also seemed to accept me as the newest addition to their favorite band. And now that I had adjusted to my role as their new drummer, I always seemed to look forward to our band practices and gigs. I knew that many people would have killed to be in my position all because my bandmates were the coolest guys on campus. Like moths to a flame, everybody was attracted to them and was fascinated by them. They were always treated like rock gods and people constantly wanted to be around them all the time. I don't want to sound like a traitor to my band or ruin the idea that most people have about my bandmates but once you get to know them better and start spending more time with them, you would be surprised to know that they really are ju