Leaving Me

I arrive at the back of the stadium. 7:29pm, right on schedule. Some of the Wonder Bolts come to help me unload my things from the trailer. The stadium is huge. I have never been on the field before. They set up the equipment in the middle of the field on the pitchers mound. My speakers are more for show because the dubstep is coming out of the stadiums speakers. Watching them practice is awesome. I practice my music through headphones while they fly, dropping when they drop. One of them lands, I cant tell who it is yet. He/She walks over and takes of a mask. Its Spitfire.

"How is the music coming along?" Spitfire asks in her commander voice.

Spitfire, has bright yellow and orange dyed hair, resembling fire. She is the leader of the whole league of Wonder Bolts and its academy. She has the highest speed record, and is the best leader they have ever had. Many try to get in, but some just like to watch. Like me. The Wonder Bolt academy is one of the most elite flying schools around, and is hard to enter, and even harder to succeed.

"I already have the songs I specially made for this, I'll just play with them when the real thing happens." I reply.

"That's great! I hope to see greatness out of you, Vinyl." She salutes.

"Yes ma'am!" I salute back and resume my progress.

"And by the way... your jetpack is ready." She informs me walking away.

Wait. WHAT! Your kidding right?

"JETPACK?!"

"Yes." She stops and turns around. "You will join us, we will have someone to sit in for you while you join us on the last song."

"But I don't even know how to fly!"

"That's where I have a trick up my sleeve. Literality."

She shows me a gadget on her arm and explains how it copies what she does and makes my jetpack do the same.

"But you serious?" I stare at her in wonder.

"Yep." She says turning around to join the rest of them. "Have fun!" She blasts off.

I resume my work, there is no way I'm doing this amazing gig, and flying with the one and only Wonder Bolts! I know a friend of mine that dreams of flying with them; she even joined the academy, but left for untold reasons. A Wonder Bolt that isn't currently flying walks toward me.

"Nice to meet you Vinyl." He says.

"I'm guessing you are my replacement for the last song?" I ask him.

"That would be correct, how did you know?"

"Spitfire told me. By the way I have a thing I need you to do." I point to a yellow button on the end of the Launchpad brand drum board.

"This is the finale song. You don't have to even press anything else. This is what I was working on."

I give him my headphones, and he listens to the song. He takes them off.

"This is amazing, cant wait for when I see it paired with the teams stunts." He says as he puts hem back on and finishes the song. "That was awesome."

"Thanks! I need to go get a snack before it starts."

"I'll get that for you if you want!" He offers as I run back to the stands.

"I'm good, thank you though. Bye!" I yell to him turning the corner in the long hallway.

I get some popcorn, and sit in the stands as time goes by. 8:50. Ten minutes until showtime. I head back to the setup and wait a few more minutes. I play the music, they swiftly fly. The hover and soar, its a crazy feeling watching them from below. Time goes by as they shoot through the sky. Occasionally they fly right above me, and I match the music with it. Two hours pass by and now its time for me to join them. The extra Wonder Bolt replaces me at the setup, and I throw on a suit, and helmet as some people strap the jetpack to me. I'm so nervous. What if something happens?

Spitfire walks over to me counts down for our launch. "10," Wow! "9," Is this really happening?
"8, 7, 6, 5, 4," Here we go... "3, 2, 1" Lets do this!

We launch up. This is astounding. I look at the crowd. There are tons of people watching the Wonder Bolts, and listening to my music. We twirl around in the air. Flips, and zigzags. Suddenly the jetpack stops with a little put put pfft. I'm falling. I'm going to DIE!

"HELP!" I scream "HELP ME! IM FALLING!"

I near the ground. I'm truly going to die here. I'm going to die in a not actually on fire, blazing glory. 150 ft. 100ft. 50ft. I hear a whir to my left. 25, 15, 5. I'm totally dead. Spitfire bursts out of nowhere and catches me, shooting back up she reactivates my jetpack.

"Like that excitement?" She asks as we shoot up.

"I thought I was going to DIE!" I yell at her. "Your INSANE!"

"Well, that was the plan." She says. "We couldn't give you all the glory. So I turned off your pack and caught you." She finished turning it back on. "Go back to your setup and finish your song."

"I still don't know how to use this thing." I say with my cheeks probably turning red from the cold wind.

She sends me down. I strip the equipment and take my place back at the drum pad. They finish of with a spectacular firework explosion. The crowd cheers for a solid minute, then the show ends. People leave with gleaming smiles on their faces, and Wonder bolt souvenirs in their hands. I walk to the gift shop, and see a small path of souvenirs about me in the corner. Little headphone pins, records, and shirts with 'DJ-Vinyl' on them. I turn around.

"Oh my G-O-S-H! Its so awesome to meet you!" A young teenage girl says, inches away from my face.

"Oh, thanks!" I smile, holding one of the pins in my hand.

"Can I take a picture with you? Please, please, please, please, PLEASE!" She asks, probably hopped up on caffeine

"Sure..." I tell her.

She takes out her phone and hops up next to me. I adjust my glasses and she takes about ten photos. She thanks me and walks away with some stuff she never even payed for. I walk over to the counter and pay for my pin, putting it on my jacket, and walk back to the stands. The sky is getting dark, and its staring to get really cold. My equipment is already packed away in a backroom by the people that work at the stadium, so I don't have to worry about that right now. The sky is swirling around and it starts to snow, hard. Spitfire walks up to me.

"So whats your plan?" She asks.

"What plan?" I reply.

"For your music, whats your plan for your future music career?"

"I'm not sure." I start to raise my voice over the wind.

"You should be a recruit. It's not easy to be a music maker. I tried."

"You have?"

"Yes. I used to make music. It was terrible though, and I found my calling in this instead." She points to the group of Wonder Bolts packing things back up. "I always thought I would be a music artist until some years ago, then I saw the Wonder Bolts doing what they do best, and I joined. I surpassed everyone else, taking my new role as a strong leader."

"I never knew that!" I say surprised.

"Most people don't know, unless they knew me before I started with the Wonder Bolts." She says.

The wind picks up and it snows harder. Most people are heading away from the stadium for a warm cozy home, but I cant help but want to be here and let the happy moments continue to last. Spitfire and I are sitting down looking at the snow fall, almost falling asleep from a long day of entertaining.

"I think I should go join the rest of the Wonder Bolts, they are probably packing up to leave, or waiting for me." She says.

"Alright, I had a ton of fun! Can I play for you guys again?"

"We will see. You did good Vinyl, you did good." She hands me a phone number with 'In case you need me (Winking Face)' below it, and walks away.

I head to my equipment, a Wonder Bolt is walking away, probably from repacking it. I yell a thank you, checklist the equipment, and start the car. Lyra calls.

"Hey! How was your performance?" She asks.

"It was great, they had me join them on my last song." I tell her

"Your serious?!"

"Yeah! I had tons of fun at this one. I'll tell you about it when I get back."

"Alright, see you then." She hangs up.