Starkids and shooting stars.

My name is Leah and I am 19. I want to become an actress more than anything in the world and this is the story of how one wonderful group of people and a certain Joey helped make that dream a reality.

(Authors Note)
I'm normally really against writing this kind of story, about real people who have real lives but this has been floating around in my head for a long time and I had to give in. This is fiction, just with real people as the characters...

Chapter 7

Go The Distance

The next morning went by in a blur. Everyone was exhausted and had trouble getting up in the morning. I helped the team unpack everything for the Vancouver show although I had no idea what I was doing. Joey tried to help me and explain where things went but they all moved so fast that I ended up being more of a nuisance than anything. I eventually was just sat down by Brian and he told me my job was to watch the guitar. I knew he was obviously messing with me and trying to get me out of the way but I still decided to actually do this job right. I held the guitar and watched everyone run around like headless chickens, trying to frantically get everything together before the show.Corey, Julia and Brian Holden occasionally shout at someone for working too slow or messing around, but its hard for me to tell if they are legitimately mad, or just stressed and tired. Joe grumbles and starts to drag his feet, truly looking tired and Brian gets on his case faster than you could say "late night border crossing". After they all work for a few hours, Joey and Jim make a quick fast food run, bringing back various junk for everyone to eat. People grab their food then disperse to find nooks to fall asleep in for the two hours they have before the sound check.
I'm tired, but not tired enough to take a nap, because I'm not even performing or anything. I sit against a wall in one of the rooms in the theater that connects to backstage and play with the guitar Brian handed to me while back and for some reason never asked for it back. I strum a few times and get used to the new guitar and quickly the years of teaching myself guitar comes back to me. I used to go in my room and play the guitar I bought from my neighbors garage sale when my parents weren't home and eventually I became pretty good at it.
I sit there for a while, back to the wall knees tucked into my chest, just holding the guitar. I close my eyes and think about everything. I'm sitting here with a Starkid guitar, backstage at what will soon be a Starkid concert. These are my heroes and my inspirations. For some reason I'm no longer freaking out and it seems normal. Its only been a day, but I feel so close to all of them all ready.
After fifteen minutes of looking at the guitar in my hands, I decide to play a song. I just close my eyes and begin to play the song I used to play all the time... my favorite Disney song.
"I have often dreamed of a far off place," I begin, keeping my eyes closed but my heart open. "Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me..."
The lyrics come back naturally to me and the song is everything I've been feeling the past few days. Hercules was one of my favorite movies as a kid and I used to sing this song so much... whenever I was down.
I kept singing, not aware that I was growing louder and louder. Not caring who hears me and my sentimental song. This song is the outline of my life, and means the world to me. I sing through the song, and don't even notice the door open behind me. I don't even notice the boy sit down next to me. And I don't realize anything until I start to sing the final verse.
"Like a shooting star, I will go the distance," I sing, but hear that I'm not alone. I look to the side and see Joey sitting down next to me, closing his eyes and singing along. "I will search the world, I will face it's harms. I don't care how far... i can go the distance. Til I find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms."
I go quiet, and close my eyes again, unable to finish the song. As I stop going, Joey continues with his voice sounding just as beautiful as ever.
"I will search the world, I will face its harms. Till I find my hero's welcome. Waiting in your arms..." He sings, bringing it down to a whisper. He keeps his eyes close and we sit in silence for a while. I take my hand off the guitar and put it on my knee and take a deep breath. As I breath, Joey grabs my hand and squeezes it. Except this time he keeps his hand there and interlocks his fingers with mine. I open my eyes and find him staring at me, smiling.
"You really are a good singer, you know that right?" He asks me, looking into my eyes.
"I've never really played for anyone before... so how could I know?" I whisper, staring at my feet. I've always been too afraid... not stage fright, or afraid that I'd mess up. Just afraid that I'd get rejected and that no one would want to hear my voice or watch me act.
"Well you just did, I'm pretty sure the whole team heard you," At this my face turns a deep crimson and I look away, trying to hide my blush. "Hey.. don't be embarrassed. We're a theater group... singing is what we do. And for the record, we all thought you were fantastic."
I smile and look back up at him, the blush going away. "Really?" I ask him.
"Scouts honor!" He says, saluting me, making me snort.
"Your not a scout..." I shake my head at his foolishness and stand up. "Now where is Brian, he probably wants this guitar back."

A/N: (The song is Go The Distance, from Hercules if you were wondering! Fantastic song, especially when Darren Criss does a cover of it!!)

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