COLLIDE

I stay where I am as my heart started beating like a drum. Murmurs from people I don’t recognize are the only sounds I could hear but not decipher. The silent breathing, the sweet smiles, and the shaking hands I tried so hard to hide are the clues of my unfathomable excitement. All eyes are focused on the stage in front of me, waiting for someone to climb up there, waiting for him to fill our ears with breathtaking melody. And the suspense is slowly killing me, pushing me to scream so loud it hurts but it’s the good kind of hurt, like the feeling you get on the first morning of summer and all your worries are put on a fancy dress.

The spotlight had turned on. And there he is, walking up the stage with his guitar and his smile that shot me dead for an instant. The crowd went wild and suddenly, I’m paralyzed. Seeing him this near made me a complete lunatic. All those days I spent daydreaming in the corner thinking about us, wondering if we have a chance keeps playing in my mind like a broken tape. And now that he’s on the stage, I couldn’t think of anything else but I’m one lucky fella. He started strumming the guitar with that goofy smile plastered on his face. I watched him closely, from his blonde hair which is shot through with black, to the spots of freckles on his cheeks, to his nose and I was caught off guard when he began singing a familiar song. He closes his eyes, and I couldn’t help but to go with the flow. I uttered the same lyrics as he does and right now, he’s just four meters away and it only takes three seconds before he caught me staring and I melted. His eyes, there’s something in his eyes—they are blue, ultimately dazzling. Spectacular. Dangerous. Treacherous. Four meters and yet, the truth is still as plain as daylight to me; we are on two separate world. It is as if there is an invisible wall keeping us apart and that wall could never be broken.

I know that I’m just a fan girl and just like Tinker Bell, no matter how hard I try to be with Peter Pan, he will always end up with Wendy. Back then, it was inevitable and now it is doubtful. Is it that bad to dream of something you think as impossible? No. The important thing is I know where I stand, and I know my limitations. Who cares about the word ‘impossible’, anyway? Books said that nothing is impossible. There could always be a miracle especially when it comes to love. And love conquers all.

D.A.L.T.O.N. This mere six letter word is enough to make me lose my head. It is funny how he could make me glad and sad at the same time. Just by the mention of his name, I could not even stop giggling as I bite my fingernails. And I know too that the first thing that comes into your mind is the scientist John Dalton but please no, I’m talking about the lead star of the band Fly Away Hero, the guy who has this heat-inducing entity, Dalton Rapattoni.

Fan girl or not, I could always hope for the best and leave it for fate. And one day, I’m going to find a place to hide where my dreams and reality would collide.