Teddy's POV

After a few months Hilly was finally free from the hospital. It was nice to have her back, her strength was almost fully restored and she could now walk on her own. She still had some nasty bruises and some cuts that later came with scars but she embraced them. Said they make her look tough.

I was walking with Hilly down to a show in town. Hilly insisted on bringing John, but I couldn't bring Paul because he had a family affair tonight. So I was the odd on out, but I'm used to amusing myself.

We walked into the dingy dark club as the band on stage started to play. They were kids our age and were pretty bloody good. John ordered a beer for himself and Hilly, but I ran to the front before they could even blink.

The band was loud, but they played the best music. From Elvis, Buddy holly, Eddie Cochran, little Richard, chuck berry and more. They had a good rep for playing the songs everyone wanted to hear.

"Stop running off me" Hilly said grabbing my shoulder

"Oh shove off" I said loosening her grip on my shoulder

"Watch it, I have no problem dragging you out of here" Hilly threatened, I just scowled to myself. I was younger than her by a few months so she treated me like a baby. I didn't mind it most of the time but sometimes it gets to me. She likes to let people know about it too.

"So for our next number, we'd like a female voice to come help us out" The front man winked scanning the audience, until his eyes locked with mine.

"You, come on up darling" He smiled. Typical, I was chosen the night I was feeling out of it. He held his hand out and I grabbed it, he pulled me up on stage and Hilly cheered loudly

"You know Hard headed woman?" He asked

"Yeah" I said

"Let's do it then!" He exclaimed then counted to four.

The music started to play and I closed my eyes, nerves rushing up and down my body yet a since of adrenaline waved over me with a force, the first line hit and I was off.

Shaky at first, but soon I was singing my heart out. Like I owned the stage and everyone in the room. Like I was playing in front of millions when really it was only close to 50. My heart raced, my hands sweat, but my mind kept saying yes.

I was in heaven.

This is what I wanted.

To be in a band, to feel this rush every night.

To make it somewhere.

Be special.

Written by Hannah.