Maverick Effect (Chapter 7)
The song was slow, soft. The crowd was silent as the sadness behind the song permeated the air. Even those in the back could see the tears glistening on his face from the huge overhead viewers. All was silent in the concert hall. The flow of the song was soothing, yet disconcerting. Like an autumn wind walking alone, a christmas by oneself, a valentines’ surrounded by people with gifts and flowers but having none of your own. A beautiful day outside, but ending up inside a cold dim room. Slowly, softly the song ended. Maverick walked off the stage. The lights came back on only after he had completely left the stage. Only then did the crowd applaud. Maverick had made that request evey time he performed that song. Once and only once did the crowd not listen and had started applauding moments after the song while he was still on stage. He became furious and started a panic by throwing heavy stage equiptment off the stage into the orchestra pit and then out into the crowd seating. Maverick walked into the green room, shutting the door and leaning against it, his head resting against the cool surface. Slowly he turned around and saw he had a visitor.
“What the hell do you want?” he spoke, walking past her to the table where the instrument case lay.
“Hello to you too Maverick.” she said.
“Don’t give me that BS. What do you want Michelle? You shouldn’t even be in here.”
“I wanted to talk to you. You changed your number and your address…this was the only way I could speak to you again.”
Maverick spun around and glared at her, “That’s more BS and you know it. The only reason you’re here is because you want to find some way to get me to agree to put you on the tour. You’re hoping that somehow it will jumpstart your career because it didn’t end up all super famous.”
Michelle looked back at him, “Well, damn. How am I supposed to feel. I’ve wanted to sing and be a star for it all my life. You didn’t even want or think about doing this. You get a lucky break cause some guy sees you and thinks you’re the next best thing. You throw out a cd in two months and it’s all over the place. I work for five years, put out two cds and hardly a cent comes back.”
“And is all that crap my fault? Is it? You decide to drop me cause you suddenly think I’m too strange for you. Ignore me, my calls, everything. Have someone else give me a damn note saying you don’t want “to associate with me anymore” and I’m supposed to be happy when I see you again after five damn years. You’re little miss princess, spoiled only child that gets everything handed to her. I get shit in my life, finally get a break and I’m supposed to feel bad about it? You want to talk about throwing stuff out? Every one of my songs comes from things I’ve written over the years. Half of your stuff isn’t even yours. And you know it. You know what…I don’t even want to hear anymore of this crap. Security!”
Three large security guards and Lily burst in the room.
“What the fuck do I pay you for? Who the hell let her in the green room? Who damn it!”
The guard in the middle hesitantly raised his hand.
Maverick looked at him for a few seconds, “Good to know. You’re fired. The rest of you, escort him and this woman out of the building. Now, do not let anyone else in here. That also means personnel and you. Now go.”
Michelle looked at Maverick in disbelief for a moment and then let the security guard lead her out of the room. Maverick stood glaring at the group until the door shut, locking behind them. He then dropped to the sofa and covered his face with his hands.
-Damien