It all started back in highschool, sophomore year, that’s when you met Rockstar Cookie. He always went on and on about how he would be the greatest rocker of all time, being a rockstar one day and impressing millions. Many thought it was just him saying that to try and seem cool, but he was serious.
You had gotten to be partners with him on an assignment and once you saw how passionate he was about it, either for shits and giggles or if you were serious, you became his best friend and cheered him on all the way, even learning an instrument of your own that you were decent at just to play with him. And now look at you two, joining eachother on road trips and playing guitar with one another, and even being able to work with eachother since you were his stagehand and he was the main part of the show, of course.
That’s how you met him, how you met the tall, charming cookie knew today.
It was 11:38 PM, the moon was out and so were the stars you could faintly see from the window. You two had booked a hotel as a small vacation from playing in front of crowds, a good needed break after days of practicing, moving things, and having to suffer from the heat of the summer since it was now turning to fall.
You were in the hotel room, waking up from one of those afternoon naps you take on occasion, feeling a little groggy, you decide to look for your best friend, Rockstar Cookie. And after brushing some of your hair from out of your face, you go to look for him in his room. .but he wasn’t there, and he wasn’t in the kitchen, bathroom, or the extra bedroom the hotel came with…where was he?
You checked the entirety of the other floors looking for him, not daring to call his name because of the other sleeping residence, so you just walked around in your comfy clothes before you tried calling him on your phone as you returned back to the room, only to find that he left it there on his bed, it kept on ringing till you hung up.
You eventually go to the roof to see if he was there, surprisingly it wasn’t locked, but it wasn’t so surprising as you found out that there were chairs and even a small artificial fireplace up there too.
That’s where you found him, resting against the railing of the roof, staring out at the city and its skyscrapers. All the lights bright in the distance, mesmerizing like stars, it almost made you a bit emotional for whatever reason. Maybe because they seemed so close yet so far, or because the soft yellows, reds, greens, and blues of the lights reminded you of the soft yellow lights at a friends house when you were a kid, and those bright flashing toys you’d see on those insufferable commercials.
But moving forward, you stand next to him on the rooftop, staring out with him. He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer, it was chilly out. And as usual, all he had on was his stage outfit, which were his regular clothes.
“Look at all of those,”
He said to you, motioning to the lights.
“Aren’t they gorgeous? Like...the glow sticks in a crowd.”
He said to you, having something in his mouth. A cigarette? No, he doesn’t smoke, he never would. You heard a faint crunch, must’ve been a lollipop, he always had those on him, he just wanted to chew on the stick rather than have the candy itself.
“Y’know, this reminds me of my first ever concert, y’know? The one back in our highschool days?”
The concert! How could you ever forget about it? The lights, the way he tossed glowsticks into the crowd, the way that even before he became a rockstar, he would give out autographs in advance. .it was all so. .silly yet nostalgic.
“The crowd cheering with the glowsticks, the way they all screamed, ‘Yeahh! You go, Rockstar Cookie!’ And the way they all cheered my name after I made it big, thats when I knew I had a chance at being a famous rockstar.”
He told you, reminiscing on it, it was one of his favorite memories, he even has old photos of it saved somewhere on his phone and old Polaroid camera, the printed out photos most likely in a box somewhere for safe keeping.