Day: 14
Date: 25th June 2016
Time: 1900
Place: Music Fest Venue
"Guys, I'm back."

I reached the room, the green room to be exact, but it was pitch black out there.

A green room is black.

Gees! You need to learn how to crack better jokes.

"Ashton, it's good that you're here. It a massive power cut, thus the lights aren't working." This was Rose's voice, I recognized it perfectly.

"Where are the rest?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Must be somewhere around." She replied. " Turn your flashlight on."

I did as I was told.

The scene looked like a creepy horror movie but with modern technology aka flashlights and torches.

I tried to locate others but not a single soul was found. I turned so that I could see Rose, even she wasn't there.

What the fuck is happening?

"Rose. Rose." I called out for her. " Where have you gone?"

No response.

"Rose, answer me." I shouted.

I felt shivering inside. It's not like I'm scared of dark but dead silence isn't my thing.

It was uncomfortable.

"Ashton." Someone spoke, maybe it's Madison. But why would she be here?

"Who's this?" I tried clarifying.

It looked like a dumb horror film moment where the protagonist is trying to talk to the ghost when he or she should try running away.

I guess I should watch less movies cause I'll turn into a freakshow for no damn reason.

Screw you horror movie makers.

"Ashton. Don't move too much." The voice replied.

I was too lost in my own thoughts that I couldn't recognize the 'voice'.

"ASHTON. I said don't move." The voice screamed when it saw me fall. It was too dark to notice anything.

Man! It hurts.

I got a grip and tried standing up but something just pounced on me.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh". The Chronicles of screaming Ashton begins.

"Relax kiddo. It's me, your nightmare." The voice just mocked me.

How could you?

"Jokes apart, Ash just get up and this time don't roam around aimlessly."

It was Rose. I guessed it right this time.

I got up and so did the light. Everybody was hugging one another like they accomplished a good thing.

I smiled at that scene.

"Bitch, you're lucky." Amelia commented.

"I guess I'm."
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"Where's Dallas?" A member from  'Everlasting Madness', the Australian band.

"He must be somewhere." Jay replied.

"Ashton, you're plan worked. Don't screw anything up." Kevin whispered softly in my ear.

"Like I screw things." I don't know why but I was audible to the whole audience. I became that loud.

"Ya. Like that."

"Sorry." I attempted a cute puppy face.

Still, a failed attempt.

He nodded and left me to join the Aussies conversation.

I was left all alone.... For two seconds and Mike approached me.

"Can you please bring the banners from the terrace?" He requested.

"Banners for what?"

"This fest dumbo. Please get it so that our work gets over early."

"Sure but what are you doing anyway."

"Coordinating, duh."

"Like making others do the work. Ya right."

"Please.......", the long sound which gets irritating over time.

"I don't think you have anything better to do anyway."

True.

"You didn't have to put it that way. I'm going. Consider the work done." I stormed my way away from the scene
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(A/n: for this chapter the dialogues written in-
"Normal"- present
"Italics" - past and said by Peter Pan
I hope you guys won't face any confusion while reading.)

"La la la lalala, sing a happy song", I kept myself engaged with my Smurf song and it was pretty rad.

Terrace was like the abandoned storeroom that no one uses anymore. Way too lonely.

"What did I do wrong?" I heard someone sobbing. The voice felt sad.

No, it isn't the same voice as before. Infact it feels more familiar, more like something I am not able to explain.

It's something something, get it.

"It's all my fault. I'm the one to blame." The voice kept crying. There were screams too.

I couldn't ignore this. I couldn't leave the poor guy alone. Or girl, I ain't sexist.

I followed the sound and kept doing what I was doing: following.

"Sorry to intrude but crying alone won't help. Trust me, I've been there." I interupted his sadness.

The voice turned out to be a guy's voice. I ain't sexist.

Or am I.....

"Do I know you?" He asked while wiping his tears. I couldn't see him but could assume that this is what he's doing.

I could make out his actions.

"I don't know. Probably not but that's not the point here. You're sad and I don't like seeing people sad." I replied.

"PS think of me as your conscience and ......" My blabbering continued.

This was just like the times when I was depressed and if Peter wasn't there, I would have been depressed till date.

Similarly I can't leave him there. That's not what I want to do.

"My conscience huh?" He questioned.

"Ya." I proudly said, " do you have any thing better?"

"Let's go with it." I could sense his smile while speaking.

"So my conscience since I don't trust you much, here I go." He spoke, " long story short, a girl I loved with my heart out cheated on me with my close friend while I was in NYC. I got to know it through phone and she isn't even ashamed to admit it."

He paused for a bit. His voice sounded gloomy.

"How could they do that? I trusted them. Am I supposed to suffer this shit? What did I do wrong? I loved her and loved her through years. Through think and thin, I was always with her. She was my best friend, she betrayed me."

He was sobbing again.

It felt the same, the shit I felt years ago. Asking questions to oneself because you think you're wrong, cause infact you're 'you'. There's no wrong or right.

It reminded me of Peter's spoken words. The reason why I was able to survive it.

"Wake up kiddo...."

"Wake up. It's not the...."

"It's not the end of the line."

"End of the line."

"You are going to lose one, two or more in life, no matter how hard you try."

"You are going to lose one, two or more in life, no matter how hard you try. Don't fret, life will have better in store....."

"Life's awesome if you think. It always is...."

"It always does....."

"Just because someone let you down, don't think it's your fault. More failures are yet to come. Survive somehow..."

"Don't think low of yourself. People are stupid. Manage to love their stupidity and laugh at it.
More failures are yet to come. Survive somehow..."

"Cause in the end, you're the only one left...."

"In the end, you're going to face the consequences. You're the one left....."

"But hey, don't survive with a frown. Smile, it makes life better."

"Just smiled, it makes everything better."

" Trust me, it'll be alright. I'm right there for you."

Before I could speak, he hugged me. It was so tight that I could lose my breath. No seriously.

It was a bit suffocating but at least he seemed a bit relaxed than before.

"I'm Dallas." He whispered, " and you're?"

"Your conscience."

"Come on", he laughed.

"Ashton we don't have the whole day. Bring the banners fast." Mike shouted.

Oh shit.

I pulled him away, grabbed the banners somehow and rushed downstairs.

Hey guys, I hope you like the chapter. It's the first proper Ashton and Dallas met, the first time when Tink and Peter Pan met.

That's awesome right?

Anyways I'm sorry for updating late. I was going to update it on Christmas but things got busy.

The problem was: when I had time to write, I didn't have the internet and visa versa.

One more huge thing, I'm releasing two new books next year with different original ideas like this one but different. I was going to upload the first chapter of both on 1st Jan, but looking at my schedule, it ain't possible so I'll be posting it on 11th( my dear friends bday) so watch out for them.

Since you guys don't like big author notes, I'll give you the short description in the next chapter. Just kill me if you want to, using my one book to promote the others....

It's my book so I can do whatever I want.

Question of the chapter: how are your holidays going?

Till then, this is theWandererMadness signing out.
Peace out and stay crazy as ever.