Broken Dreams
"I can't believe he picked you," A thick female pike chuckled heavily to her dingo friend. Matthew Bryan, the dingo, blushed softly while scratching the back of his head. "I'm serious, out of everyone at the concert, Raush chose you to get special back stage access!"
The young dingo could only continue to blush at the continued realizations that one of the biggest rock stars, Brett Raush, wanted him back stage. "I know, it's just so surreal Christy. Yeah, Raush came out as bisexual less than a month ago, but he has never chosen a guy to be let back stage," Matt halted his thoughts as well as his movements. "Why do you think he chose me?''
Christy pressed a thick paw against Matt's chest. "Well, it might just be me, but I have to say it is because of your gorgeous looks. Shame that you're gay or I'd would have claimed you as mine a long time ago." The pike grinned brightly pressing close to the ding.
Matt edged away from the girl brushing off both sides of his shirt. "Ehh... thanks... Christy," Matthew muttered heading back stage. "I'll see you later. Have a good night Christy." Thankful to get away from that awkward position, Matt turned his attention towards the bright lights and deafening sounds in the back.
The closer he made his way to the back, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air. Matt wheezed and coughed trying to adjust to the gross combination. "Is Raush back here?"
The large puma drummer popped his around the corner for a few brief moments before calling out, "Hey Raush, looks like the dingo boy that caught your eyes, actually decided to join us." The feline motioned for Matt to hurry up. "Come on, no need to be a shy little boy."
Matt continued forward, inch by inch and with every step he took; the subtle fear in the back of his mind grew and spread, clouding over every bit of glee and hope. His paws gripped the inside of his pockets anxiously as more of the room came into view. Slowly each member of the band appeared into the young dingo's view. Ashton McArthur - the drummer - sat back in a chair, headphones plugged into his ears. Over across the room sat Ryder Tunnecliffe, acoustic guitarist and final member of Raush to join. His signature top hat rested on his head, hiding the upper half of his face. Along the furthest wall, sitting seductively was the bandicoot. Brett's dark brown eyes focused onto the dingo as a near-threatening grin formed across his face.
He lifted up a paw and motioned Matt over to him. "Did you enjoy the show little dingo?" Brett said softly as the dingo slowly walked over to the rock star.
"Umm... yeah, it was the best concert I've ever seen." Matt's voice quivered with intimidation. His already pacing heart beat and hammered as he looked down into the bandicoot's eyes. Those eyed changed so much since the last time he had seen them. On-stage they were flooded with life and energy, but now all of that vanished. They were now dark and filled with something that scared the teen dog.
"I don't feel so good." Matt whimpered placing a paw over his muzzle. Every instinct told him to run out of the stadium. Everything started to become a blur as he was lead out by his legs. Once outside, the ding leaned over a garbage can moments before his stomach lurched and expelled its contents. Please let my phone still have a charge. Matt prayed as hi searched his pockets for his while, still hunched over the can.
His hopes fell apart as he held his cell up in front of his eyes. "Damn it!" The teen spat angrily, shoving the dead phone back into his jacket pocket. Matt's head hung low as he started home, know that there was no way Christy would have waited for him. Before he ever reached the nearest road a call pulled up beside him.
"Need a ride home?" Ryder Tunnecliffe called out, his head positioned slightly outside of his 2011 Volt. The dingo just shrugged and got into the passenger side of the car.
Not even ten minutes had passed, by the time Ryder's car pulled up to the dingo's home. Matt was almost out of the vehicle when Ryder spoke for the first time since asking for directions. "Kid I don't know what made you freak out, but I'm sorry."
"How could you not know what upset me? His eyes are nothing but clear windows to his disgusting and vile fantasies," Matt yelled quite enough to avoid waking any one up.
The rat sighed softly before replying to the teen. "Look, you are the first person to leave without having sex with Brett. Everybody he picks to go back stage; he chooses them by their physical appearance. If they look promiscuous, he is going to invite them back and I guess from his you, you fit that picture. I don't agree with what he does, but I can't do anything about it, so I don't bother. Good night Mr. Byers."
"Thanks for the ride Mr. Tunnecliffe," Matt paused and looked at the rat. "I don't mean to pry, but is it true that you are blind in blind?"
Ryder chuckled softly as he removed his shades. "Kinda, I was born color blind. Now, good night Matt."
"Okay sir, good night," Matt stood on the side walk, with a exhausted smile, and waved goodbye as the rat's car disappeared into the darkness.
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