DEVOTION

chapter one -

A/N : So this is the introduction chapter ! I'll be honest, this chapter isn't extremely entertaining but I promise... it's gonna be a roller coaster. So for now, prepare yourselves. More coming soon <3

EDEN'S POV -

    With swaying flashlights and tears of screaming fans, Madison Square Garden fills with echoes of passionate celebration of the night it has hosted. "It was just like a movie... it was just like a song... my god this reminds me of when we were young!" I press the heavy keys of the grand piano, soft tears filling my eyes as the beautiful hums of Adele's voice begin to belt, bringing the drums back in with a crash. "When we were young, when we were young." I sing into the black microphone, harmonizing softly with the beautiful performer as I pinch my eyes shut. The song progresses on for just under a minute, ending with a single note.

    The crowd applauds wildly, louder and more noticeable when I pull out my earpiece. The last night of the Adele 25 tour I'll be playing... and what an experience this has been. Fresh out of high school, I was offered a spot on the tour to play piano and cover backup vocals, as her pianist went on maternity leave.

"Thank you so much!" Adele waves to the crowd, blowing kisses as she turns, holding out arms for everyone in the band. We all stand, leaving our stations and the crowd applauds more. God I will miss this. "Please give a massive round of love for Miss. Eden Charlotte." She holds her hands out in a presentative manner and my chest swells. I exchange hugs with the people I've spent my last four months touring with, receiving well wishes and love from them all, until I'm meeting back with Adele.

    This has been a dream of mine since... god, since I can remember. Just getting to meet Adele, but perform with her and spend time knowing her has been so unreal. "Listen to me now, I'll see you someday on this stage." She pulls me back, keeping a soft hold on my shoulders and all I can do is nod.

    I've shown her some of my writing... well it didn't start that way. I was playing in my dressing room and she walked in. I've also offered up music of my own to her, but she's always refused. Whether that means it's just shit or she actually does want me to put out my own... that will be a mystery forever I suppose.

    I walk backstage, heading to my dressing room before seeing guests and family. Pushing through the door, I notice a bouquet of beautiful sunflowers, some other small decorative flowers in the mix, and a card, as I set my bottled water on the same coffee table, and plunge backward into the couch cushion in exhaustion.

I've loved touring, don't get me wrong, but it can be so exhausting. I wouldn't have traded it for anything, though. The feeling of not knowing what I'm doing after tonight... or rather, just that I'm not doing this has haunted me for weeks.

I close my eyes, my chest rising and falling more softly as I rest my head on the cushion for just a few moments, before sitting back up and looking at the beautiful flowers sitting on the coffee table. It's a flattering gift... truly.

    I open the card, taking a swig from my water bottle as my eyes relax, reading the cursive font. "Miss. Charlotte, I think I speak for many when I say watching you perform has been a privilege. Along with my band, I have been to several shows this tour and I've found you captivating... Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to this show tonight, but my drummer Sarah Jones and guitarist Mitch Rowland will be and should meet you. It would be an honor to meet in the near future and I would love to work with you. Until then, I hope you stay happy and healthy. All the best. Harry Styles."

    Did I actually... holy fuck. I think my heart may have just fallen out of my ass. I gulp down my water and before I can process, there's a knock on my dressing room door, halting my shock.