------------------~[ROSE'S POV]~---------------------
I stay at a place till the stampede ends, then I look around. Shit. What the...the entire club is empty. Did the guys also follow? I am the only single soul in the club.
I get up and walk forward towards the stage admiring the decorations and sigh. How I've long dreamed of being on a stage like this, singing my heart out. I grit my teeth and shake my head. I don't want to think about that now. I don't want to get depressed.
I climb the stage and look around to see if I am being watched. I stand and face the large empty rows of seats before me. Imagine if these seats are filled with my fans and here I am singing and screaming into the mic with all my might. I chuckle and feel a tear escaping my eyes. So this is how it feels. It's so beautiful I can't even explain it. I wipe my eyes. I'm not gonna cry about that anymore. I've long wept for that enough so, not now.
I look back behind me and spot the stage background design. A slight opening in the middle reveals that there is a room behind it. Inquisitiveness gets the better of me and I look around before sneaking in through the curtains.
I smile and nod with discovery the moment I get to the other side. This is the backstage where all the preparations are made. I look to the right and spotted a portable practice studio with a mic and headphones.
I beam. That is totally not resistible. It's been my sole attraction all my life. I can't miss this chance now that I found it. My eyes glitter with desire when I saw it. Maybe it won't hurt to give it a little try.. I look around and briskly walk up to the studio.
I beam and flip the switch. I put on the headphone and clear my throat singing a few sofa notes. Damn. The effects are Incredible. I chuckle and think of one of my long dumped lyrics. Well, it all comes flooding back to my memory. It's actually just so hard to forget a song written by me. I sing softly listening to myself in the headset and flowing with the rhythm.
Immediately, all the pain and burden I've carried for years about having to do what is not me floats and elevates off my chest. I feel free as I shut my eyes and sing with all my heart letting the lyrics rhyme according to my desired mood. A tear slips out of my eyes as I feel profound joy. Then all of a sudden, I hear a loud crash through the headset and jerked my eyes open.
I immediately take off the headset and turn to see the almighty Lord and master of music, C.Jakes, staring at me like he has just seen a ghost with his eyes wide and mouth agape.
I gulp. Looks like I have crossed the line. I immediately drop the headset and turn to the other exit of the practice room.
"I'm sorry." I say and dash off with all my might. Few steps to the door, strong huge powerful sturdy arms grip me giving me the creeps and I jerk in shock yelling a little.
"Hey wait. I'm not here to hurt you." He says and soon has me trapped against a wall. I have nowhere to escape to. I gulp...
I clasp my hands together as if pleading. "I'm sorry. I had no intention of storming your studio I just....I just......... Jeez, I'm sorry please. It won't happen again."
He just stares at me and chuckles in amusement. "I'm not bothered about that." He says with that deep soft silk voice of his. I slowly look up at him and feel my eyes water as I gazed into his heavenly crystal blue almond shaped eyes. He's a god. Seeing him up this close is making me giddy. I felt like I am dreaming. This can't be real can it?
I am lost for some seconds staring at him and blink rapidly before taking my eyes off his crystal piercing gaze. My veins throbs and my heartbeat races, pounding rapidly. My goodness. I am finding it hard to breathe.
"I have to admit....." He begins. "You have the most stunning beautiful voice I've ever heard." He says with a chuckle and I feel my cheeks heat up. Damn this feeling. It is all too much to bear. It seems fantasizing about him from afar didn't do a thing to take away my secret crush on him. Now that he is up close, I can't even breathe.
"I have to go." I mutter and try to find a way to get past him.
" Hey wait." He says and holds my shoulders to stop me. At that moment, I feel a sudden jolt of electricity pass through my veins at the contact. I shiver.
"Are you cold?" He asks and I chuckle nervously. I am going insane. Crazily insane. And if I don't do anything to get out of his radar right now, I will definitely explode.
"I'm fine. I need to get going. My friend is waiting for me." I mutter but he holds my arm stopping me in my tracks. Oh my God. Won't he let me go?
"Hey uh.... what would you say about having a collaboration with me? I have a forthcoming project and I'm in dire need of a stunning voice like yours to back me up."
My heart pounds hard. This has to be a dream right? No. It can't be real. Nah it can't. I'll just have to ignore this dream and continue my journey out of here. I try to move but he doesn't let me go.
"Please." He pleads. "I can't bear to see a talent like yours go to waste.
Okay. This is not a dream. No. It has to be a dream. The whole freaking Christian Jake is right before me at the backstage of this prestigious club and is asking me for a collaboration??!!!!! I'm going nuts. I bite my lip and turn slowly to him.
He flashes me that mind spinning glorious smile and my heart races the more. Can't he just stop that? I'm about to explode. I swallowed hard. "I....I...i-i...I...I d-don't know w-what to say."
He chuckles. " I understand. Just say you will and I will take you away from here and bring your name to the top of the charts. What's your name by the way?"
I blink. " Uhhh..... Rose."
He chuckles. " Wow. That's a beautiful name. Just like your hair."
I feel my cheeks swell and bite my lip. He should just stop it. My heart thumps harder.
"What do you say, Rose?" He asks, looking at me expectantly.
At that moment, the words and sentences that have always haunted me for three years now come floating back to my memory and my heart falls. The sentence that said;
"My decision has been made. You are definitely going to NYU to study chemical engineering. Failure to comply with that, I never knew you as my daughter."
Tears slip out of my eyes and I sigh deeply. He examines me deeply. "Are you okay?" He asks and tries to help wipe my eyes.
I chuckle softly and move away from him. I wipe my eyes. "I'm fine, thanks but.........." I look up at him. "I'm sorry. I can't. I have to go."
" But wait........"
I turn and immediately dash off the backstage and out of the club to my hostel where I can cry out my eyes.
I never want to remember this. why did he have to remind me??