Waving a Net pt.1
Shion stopped abruptly his pace and stood still under a street lamp. He lifted his eyes to the sky with a hand on his chest, holding his aching heart. What should he do now? Should he hold on to the words he had spat on Levian? Or should he go the next day to the practice having soothened his voice and fingers, singing and playing the guitar as Levian wanted him to, behaving as a beaten dog?
He sat on a staircase giving to a small door on the street where he had stopped, his elbows resting on his knees, his forehead on his hands. His short blue hair fell over his eyes and he knew the tears which blurried his sight were messing up the black make up around his eyes, eyes as blue and deep as the sea. His right hand moved so that his fingers brushed his right cheek, wiping away the little black rivers flowing down. The people passing by stopped now and then and looked at him, a crying lonesome figure with blurried make up, but he didn’t care.
He buried his face in his hands and decided he wouldn’t move from that place until he had made up his mind and decided what he was going to do with his life.
The best thing seemed to be bitting his tongue and doing whatever Levian wanted. That made him gnash his teeth with rage, but he knew if he did it then they would record the fucking album and get the money soon. He needed the money. He really needed it. That was the only reason why he was thinking about giving in to Levian, otherwise… Had he had enough money, he would not be now in ICARUS, in a band which played a kind of music he did not feel comfortable with. Had he had enough money, he would have started his own band, a visual band, one in which he would be able to play the guitar as he wanted, to scream the lyrics he wrote as loud as he wanted…
If he did it now, starting his own band, he would starve. He needed money, he could not spend now the great amount that starting a band needed…
Shion shook his head, stood up, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, spreading the make up along his face as a mask, and breathed deeply.
He shouted, as loud as his throat allowed him.
Then he started running.
"Hey guys", Shion adressed the few ones playing football on the field where he always went when he needed to be alone. That day, on that moment, he needed to be alone and he needed to be there, no other place would be the right one, but those ones had decided to invade his territory and play a match. He had been running, he was out of his breath, but he realized he still wanted to shout.
"Hey", he repeated, trying to catch his breath, "can I play with you?"
Since he was wearing a black t-shirt, the 10 guys playing placed him on the "dark" team. Before starting the game, they sat on the middle of the field for a few minutes in order to make the presentations, but Shion’s head was too dizzy as to pay any attention at the names of the others. Then they started playing.
"New, you, whatever your name is!", a light-brown haired guy shouted, "Here you have the ball. Now show us what you can do!"
Shion found the black and white ball at his feet, and in a first moment he didn’t move. He closed his eyes, breathed, remebered the days in which he had been the captain of the high school team, and lightly touched the ball with the tip of his boot. Then he kicked it with renewed strenght and faced the two guys coming towards him with the intention of taking the ball away from him. With easy he dribbled them, left them behind and lifted his head. "My name is Shion!", he shouted as he kicked the ball back to the guy who had formerly given it to him.
As the guy received it, he started his way towards the goal. "You’re good at this", he shouted back, "you know? By the way, my name is Terry". With a powerful kick he threw the ball inside the goal, the goalkeeper not having a chance to stop it. "Nice to meet you", he said as he stopped his run in front of Shion, his left hand taking his hair off his green eyes.
"Nice to meet you", added Shion with his first heartfelt smile of the day. "Are you doing something tonight?"