Steven and Joe have a big falling out. inspired by the song you see me crying. really a request/challenge from a friend on aeroforceone.
And I'll show you everything that I know. And I'll never let you go... Cause my love is like a merry-go-around...” god I hope he would stick around. I did need him. I wouldn’t find out if he felt the same way till the en of the set right now only the encore stood between me and that solace for my soul. As the song ended I got up bowed as the lights turned off we got ready for the encore, walk this way. I stayed towards Brad’s side of the stage keeping my distance from Joe. The show passed like ablur. I wanted an answer, and was a little out of it, but I kept the preformance as best I could. As soon as the show ended I quickly left the stage. Seems Joe couldn’t get off fast enough either. I followed him backstage in one of the hallways. I looked him over then held his gaze. The first look he’d given me since before the show. Reaching my hand up I wiped my eyes. Lip trembling I asked “why?” he cast his head down, avoiding my eyes. Then shrugging he raised his head saying “she found out.” “so?” I said demanding a better answer. “she threatened to tell,” he said throwing his hands up exasperated. “said she’d ruin my career and yours. The band, what would I do if I didn’t have the band and you?” “I care about the band too Joe! And you, just as much if not more!” I shot back. “What if Cyrinda found out? What if she threatened to do the same thing? What would you do?” “What a cheap shot! But if you want to know, I would try to work things out. That’s the least you could do,” I said shaking my head in disbelief. My heart was breaking and I knew I wasn’t going to get the answer I wanted, so I left. Walking away from Joe, I headed to my dressing room. I ignored him calling my name and mindlessly turned the corner. How could I have known though? How could I know those would be the last words I’d tell him, the last image I’d have of him. The last image he’d have of me would be a crying mess walking away? Neither of us could have known this though. Maybe if we had, we wouldn’t have said certain things. But we didn’t know, and those things were said, and I’d walked away further complicating our situation. Of course I wouldn’t have known this was our last meeting until Tom came to my room two hours later.
“Steven?” Tom called walking into my non-lit room.
Choking back a sob I stood up walking forward to greet Tom.
He took one look at me and said “god you already know don’t you?”
“know what?” I asked rubbing my red brimmed eyes.
“Maybe you should sit down.” He cautioned resting a hand on my shoulder.
I pushed it away saying “Damnit just tell me Tom!”
Taking a deep breath he said “Joe’s gone.”
“Elyssa and Terry got in a fight. Elyssa threw milk on Terry and Joe took her and stormed off. Steven I don’t think he’s coming back, and I don’t think he left ‘cuz the milk.”
I broke down, falling to the floor a babbling mess. I’d done this. I was sure of it, if I hadn’t pushed so hard, maybe the fight would have blown over. I’d pushed the one person who I cared for away, and now he was gone, and because of me. Leaning against the wall I let the tears fall freely.
“are you ok Steven?”
“leave, just leave!” I yelled trying to close the door. As he left the door closed, leaving me in my dark room with my thoughts. Resting my head back against the wall I sighed. “you see me crying…”