Chapter 8-
I grabbed a baggy black, oversized jacket, black skinny ripped jeans. For accessories, I choose a couple of necklaces, some rings, a belt and a black hat. The necklaces went down to my belly button, I left my bra showing and decided to go out with just a black lace bralette and necklaces as accessories. I tighten my belt around my waist and fixed my makeup. A soft makeup with a bold lip. I fixed my hat over my head.
The idea was to blend with the crowd of fans waiting for the band. I went outside the hotel room waiting in the corridor for my colleague.
« Damiano, a word for your French fans? » I smirked as his eyes met me
« What trouble did I cause? » he replied and walked away
I pouted, I guess my plan only worked once.
We got ready inside the arena, my colleague got the camera ready to film the concert. I had to stand back with my notebook trying to take some notes about what I was going to witness to describe the atmosphere of the night.
They came on stage just on time, their first song « Zitti e buoni » I blushed thinking about last night. His outfit was on point, as always. His jacket quickly came off as he was singing.
Then la parole montane came on, suddenly everyone stopped screaming, the band members barely moved, everything went quiet. It sends chills down my spine, how could you switch the atmosphere of the room in such a short amount of time and with just a few movements on the bass and guitar.
He looked at the crowd and suddenly I felt his eyes cross mine. « perché ti sento lontana, lontana de mi » I blushed and quickly looked away. It couldn't be possible that he saw me, even though the lights were dimmed, it feels like you are blinded by the shine from up there, and you can barely see people's face let alone me.
The show went out and I would briefly write down some notes.
« He will see you now »
I jumped terrified « You know, I'm going to need to learn your name » I sighed in relief when I realized it was the bodyguard.
« Giulio »
« Nice to meet you Giulio, I'm Stella »
« Follow me, madam »
I nodded following him. He took me in a small little room far from the stage.
« He said to wait here » Then he left closing the door
« So that's it? I have to wait... urgh » I got frustrated. I had no idea what I was meant to do until he came back and I didn't even have service down here.
I looked at the notebook with all my notes which were barely readable. I took my phone out and decided to type up the article since I had nothing else to do. Until I realized that all my notes and everything that I focused on Damiano. My eyes widened at my notes. I sighed heavily, I'm fucking screwed I thought to myself.
« What on earth are you cursing about? » Damiano walked into the room smirking.
I dropped my notebook blushing slightly. « Nothing » I went to grab my notebook avoiding his eyes.
« Stella, we need your help. » He mumbled quietly looking away too.
« Huh? » I hid the notebook in my bag carefully.
« Those rumours about Victoria and I, they need to disappear. That's why you're here right? »
« I... umm well the concert, I came here for your new tour but yes I heard about the rumours. Why is it an issue? »
« Because it is » he snapped then he looked at me straight in the eyes « I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you jump. » He sighed
« Alright, I'll do my best. » I nodded
« What do you need? »
« Article or interview either would do the tricks »
« Too many articles at the moment and way too many pictures »
« Isn't Victoria bi? » I asked
« Yes, yes she is » he chuckled but raised an eyebrow wondering how I knew
« An interview then, but not just any interview. Truth or dare interview » I proposed looking into his features more carefully, his hair was still wet from the shower, his eyeliner was gone, his facial hair was coming through. He looked tired
He thought for a long minute then finally nodded « Alright, that might work. » He sighed relieved « So Stella, which one will it be truth or dare? » He came closer to me putting an arm over my head resting it on the wall.
« Dare. »
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La Mia Stella-( My Star )
FanfictionStella (star in Italian), 22 years old french girl, just came out of the top of her journalist class and is determined to show her work colleagues that her age doesn't really matter and she can bring the best quality work for the magazine Closer tha...
