| Gay: Romantic: Rising Star (1/3) |
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The stage was empty, except for one man and his guitar. It may not seem like much but he had incredible stage presence. I should know, I’ve never missed one of his performances. I’ve been to every seedy club, open mic, coffee house, and bar this side of the east coast. There’s just something about him. It’s hard to explain. It’s something about his voice and his lyrics; they speak right to my soul. It was baffling that he hadn’t been signed to a record contract yet, but it would happen soon. I just knew this guy was going to be a star someday. As I sat in the audience, I thought back on how we had met. It was still so clear in my mind. It was after the fifth performance I had attended. I had managed to get enough nerve to introduce myself and tell him how much I had enjoyed his performance. He looked at me with those piercing brown eyes, smiled, and everything around me went dark. At that moment there was no one else in the club except him and me. Unfortunately, before he could speak someone came up to us and pulled him away. I was so disappointed, but after the next performance he came up to me and we managed to carry on a conversation without any interruptions. That had been several shows ago and since then our relationship had grown from just performer and fan. Now after every show he would come straight to me and I would tell him exactly what I thought worked or didn’t work. It was a dream come true for me. We even hung out regularly outside of the clubs. I no longer knew just the stage performer. I also knew the person behind the artist, and fell in love with him as well. The music stopped. The boisterous applause from the audience snapped me back to reality. A whole new set of fans had been born, I thought with a smile. I got up and made my way to the small dressing room area to wait for him. It took him longer than usual but he stormed in excitedly. At the sight of him I jumped from the couch to greet him in an embrace. He took my face between his hands and kissed me hard on the lips. It was something he always did. It no longer took me by surprise like it had done the first time, but it still sent shivers up and down my body. He pulled his lips away from mine, but we remained embraced. “You’ll never believe what just happened,” he said to me, hardly able to contain his excitement. I opened my mouth to answer but he couldn’t hold his news in any longer and spoke first, “there was a guy from a record company in the audience and he wants to sign me!” I was shocked but not surprised. I knew this was going to happen. We both danced around the small dressing room in jubilant excitement. Round and round, the room spun around us, everything was a blur. I took a wrong step and together we tumbled to the floor. He helped me up and asked if I was ok, but all I could do was laugh. I kept laughing until I noticed the serious expression on his face. It stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn’t think he was hurt. His expression wasn’t one of pain. No, it was something else. His fingers traced the outlines of my lips. His mouth moved closer to my |
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