Okay, I know it's lame to caste actual people as chacters, and I'm not, but this is what I imagined the people to look like. You don't have to look if you don't want

And the Band Played On:

Twice Kissed

I was up there, singing my freaking soul out and she turned to me and laughed. I stopped and looked at her. The lights shown black on her red head as she laughed and smiled at me.

"What?" I shot at her as the fans cheered and laughed and the band played on. She smiled and reached over to give me a kiss on my nose.

"I want to own you." She laughed and I stared at her, not sure what to say. But then the song picked up again and we had to let the lyrics carry us away again.

After the show and after I had been swept away by fans and press, I found her in a back room, packing up her old guitar and her electric she played occasionally on stage. She could only play guitar, not the drums, even though she liked the drums more.

"What'd you mean, 'own you'?" I asked and she sort of laughed, not meeting my eyes.

"Nothing," she said but I was not going to be passed off after that.

"No, what'd you mean?" I asked and walked over to her, taking the guitar she held. She sighed impatiently and looked up at me annoyed. That was the Eliza a knew, not the one that laughed and ran a high on stage, wanting to 'own' someone.

"Who were you up there?" I asked, not letting her leave and keeping my hand firmly on her thin wrist.

"Leggo." She snapped and pushed me back. I shrugged and turned to leave, but a gave an inner smile. I couldn't wait for the next our next show.

-

Next Thursday we were playing at a dome, full a' fans and the guys behind us were jammin' more than ever. I was on a soul-high and running with the lyrics, and Eliza was right beside me, singing her heart out. I turned to her during a drum solo and gave her a crooked smile, the only kind I could give, or so I had been told.

"So, still wanna own me?" I asked, though I had to yell over the music. The crowd screamed and Eliza looked over at me, her heart in her eyes. She laughed and pulled forward to kiss me on the forehead, but I caught her and kissed her lips for long, and wrapped my arms around her. The crowd screamed louder, they had wanted this, this was on the fan sights. I smiled and my soul leaked into her as her heart found its' way into me. It was time for us to sing, but we were closed up in ourselves, so the band played on.

-

After the show and the questions from fans and the paparazzi, I made my way back into the dressing rooms as the other boys slapped me on the back and congratulated me thoroughly. I smiled and agreed, but I was scared to see Eliza. When she got her heart-high, she was a different person. And when she woke up from it, I never knew what I would find. Anger? Regret? Love? Hate? I found my way to her room and leaned on the door frame.

"'Liza?" I asked as she clamped the case of her guitar closed. She cleaned her room up while not facing me. "'Liza, I've known you for... since I was ten. You were, like, seven." I reminded her and she kept packing, back to me. She had a nice back, clothed in a black turtleneck sleeveless shirt. I had always liked her back. "That was a long time coming, you know. That, out on stage." I tried to convince her. I still had no idea of her reaction as I spoke. The high had worn off and I was almost in a cold sweat. I didn't want Eliza to hate me, she couldn't, I would... fall apart. "C'mon, 'Liza, don't take it bad..." I resorted to begging. It was scaring me, if she hated me... And this band could not fail, not again. "Eliza..." I gave one last whine of her name. We had always been a favorite 'band couple' for our band in the media. Not her and Dill, not her and Cove, not her and Billy, her and me. Her and Kane. We were the most important in the band, we should be together. We should. I knew that, even when I didn't. We should. "E-" I was planning to try one more time when she turned on me and walked to me quickly.

"'Liz-" was all I managed before she pressed her lips to mine and stayed for a moment. Her mouth never opened, but she kissed me, sober. She kissed me sober. And she drew away. She looked at me in the face, in the eyes, and I was close to running on high again. "So does this mea-"

"Don't read into it, k?" She told me and I gave a crooked smile.

"Okay..." I said and she passed by.

"So..." Dill came up behind me and slapped my shoulder hard. "Does this mean dating in the band?" He asked and I turned to him with my crooked smile.

"I dunno..." I said, turning to follow Eliza as my entire world played on, "But I think I'm gonna go ask."

End.