What about the thing?

He had sweat on his head, though the month was December yet the cloth on his head had gone wet. The one that made him look like a terrorist. He knew the time had come, it was the judgment day! All the practice, the efforts he had put in for this one day had come at last. Even his group was in a similar worry that led him to perspire so much. He knew it was his turn now, before him others had done their part and speaking of which they had done marvelously well. He too had to prove himself, prove to be as capable or even better then all those who preceded him. Suddenly he saw someone approaching him,
“You go next!” she said.
He looked at his co-actor and gave a smile suggesting that everything will be alright. His friend, his mentor gave the assurance back to him. He asked him for the thing that he was supposed to put before he goes on stage. He was playing the terrorist in their version of the killings of the 26/11 Mumbai attacks. He needed that one thing to complete his attire. His AK-47 was looking more of a real, the uniform and the wet scarf added to the disguise. Even though he had never encountered a terrorist before he knew what and how they think. He had read about them, he read a lot. Five minutes was the only time they had before the stage would demand their presence, they did not have it. It was too late to get it from the hostel they were staying in, the road would be busy and they did not even have a conveyance. He had done the math several times already in his head, and twice aloud!
He ran towards everywhere, he saw none who would have it with them. He ran to other side and saw a girl in her teens. He asked her if she could lend it, for once. He promised he would return it but no, she did not help. His head was spinning, his head was sweating. He did not know where to go; he might as well have forgotten where he had come from. He looked on all sides, they all looked the same! He felt guilty; it was his responsibility, the only one. How could he have forgotten such a small object but of a great importance? He looked at his watch; it showed there was only a minute left. With no option or hope he moved towards the backstage. He ran like the wind blew, overcoming every obstacle in his way, ignoring anyone that came in his way. On an unrelated note, have you ever thought what would happen when ‘an unstoppable force meets an immovable object’ (don’t laugh, the joker thinks about it!)? Well, it was about to happen. In the midst of his hurry, everything seemed slower then. The people faded away like when the hero of a movie meets the heroine for the first time or when the lead song of the movie is about to play and both of them teleport to some beautiful place(they even change clothes!). It happened exactly like that! He saw her; she seemed to be like the girl who would have it. She had beautiful eyes; those kinds of eyes that demanded such attention. He couldn’t stop looking; his eyes were no more his but hers already. He did not have the dare to ask her, but he had to. He went forward and let his guard down. She seemed surprised (any girl would), and a question mark appeared on her face. He repeated that he really needed it. She started looking in her bag, he kept looking at her. She seemed beautiful then; he had been struck by the lightening. Maybe the unstoppable force had stopped but did the immovable move? He did not know, he had even forgotten about his hurry! She handed it over to him, he seemed lost.
The picture was now over, he only had thirty seconds now and he had just remembered. He had no words to say also he had no time. He started walking back; he did not want to stop looking. He turned as someone shouted his name. It was his crew, they were waiting for him but was she too? The thought came to him for the rest of the day. He had only one thing that reminded him of her, the thing she had handed him. However, it was the reason they had met in the first place. The results were out later that day; their group had won the sixth place. No one was happy, it had rained too. They were on their way back when his phone blinked a received message.
“Do you still have my thing?”