I Know How You Feel

“Name?”

“You will let me in and give me access to all areas,” I demanded with that voice. The one that stills scares me at times.

The guard turned into a robot and let me in.

“Wait,” he said in a monotone voice.

“Yes?”

“You forgot your pass.” He handed me an all-access pass and I grabbed it and put around my neck. I took a few seconds to admire it.

“If only you didn’t have to control people’s mind to get it,” my pessimist reminded me.

“Shut up,” I whispered. “I’m here to save the celebrities not to be one.”

By the time I got through the crowd to the backstage, everyone was seated. My heart fluttered when I saw all of my favorite singers and actors in the first few rows. It seemed that everyone wanted to be at the awards ceremony. And that’s just what the PAV wanted.

“Everyone is set. As soon as the first speaker gets off the stage we’ll blow up the roof.”

My heart skipped a beat and I looked up. The roof of this building was concrete at the very top and windows along the sides. It looked a lot like a trapezoid, if I were to give it a shape. Hanging from the high ceilings were the lights. I looked closely at the people manning the spotlights and realized they were all members of the PAV. I could hear all their thoughts right above my head. They carried explosives that were powerful enough to kill a lot of people. But that wasn’t their plan. They were going to blow up the steel support beams on the roof making the roof collapse and in turn crushing us all with literally tons of concrete. My mind whirled and I ran through backstage right onto center stage. I grabbed the microphone from an unsuspecting tall blonde girl and yelled.

“All of you have to leave! Now! Run! They’ll kill all of you!”

“Haha, very funny. Come on, kid. This isn’t an audition for a horror movie. We’ve got a show to run,” the announcer said, chuckling nervously. He covered the mic. “Security? How did she even get in here?”

No one listened to me and the blonde woman took the mic back. “I swear I didn’t think this would happen again,” she added, the audience laughing along. That’s when I realized I just took the microphone from Taylor Swift. Cellphones and hidden video cameras came out to record my freak out. They all thought about it becoming a hit online.

“I’m serious. Evacuate! They have—,” I began to yell again but the security guards grabbed me by both arms.

“No. No!” I kicked and squirmed but their grip was strong. They didn’t release me until the first explosion started.

“I told you!” I screamed.

Everyone began to run around in panic. The guards called for an evacuation but it was too late. Not a minute after the first bomb went off the other ones did the same. I stood strong and looked through the dust and frantic people. It took all my willpower not to run away. I had to save these people. But how?

All the times that I was put in a deadly situation I seemed to get out of it by a huge stroke of luck. But as the roof started to fall, I knew that luck wasn’t going to save me now. I lifted my hands up towards the sky and put all the force I could on the roof. My head exploded in agony but I swallowed it and stood firm.

I didn’t even realize when the roof stopped falling.

Thousands of people poured out of the building with the roof six feet from their heads wondering how they were still alive, while I stood shaking knowing that, if I continued to hold on, I was going to die.

One of my last memories before I entered the dark was seeing Eva Lynn, my favorite singer, run up to me, stop, and stare. Right in front of her, my eyes began to glow. I yelled for her to run and she disappeared in the dust. I closed my eyes remembering the day I sent her a fan letter with a video of me covering one of her less famous songs.