when we meet again. {thomas raggi}

everything Klara.

a/n: surprise bitches <3

Thomas's hands were shaking, his heart raced and his eyes flicked around as they couldn't seem to focus on just one thing. He had never been this nervous for a performance, his and Klara's situation in the elevator definitely didn't help. He just hoped she was okay now.

It felt like his nerves were binding together and taking over him, clouding his thoughts with fear of messing up and the embarrassment that came with it. Sure, someone messed up almost every year, but Thomas sure as hell didn't want it to be him. He tapped his fingers against his leg as he tried to focus on something else.

His band members didn't seem to notice, at least they hadn't asked him about his behavior yet.

He felt his heart twisting and turning in his chest, almost like it would combust. The man felt like he was about to vomit. Why on earth was he so nervous? The band had done tours before, it wasn't like this was his first time in front of a crowd, or on television. They had practiced their act a thousand times, a million, he would even dare to argue. There was no way they'd mess up.

"You good?" Damiano asked, nudging the guitarist when he didn't respond.

Thomas flinched. "What?"

"...I asked if you're doing okay."

"Oh, yeah. I'm alright." He awkwardly laughed, trying to save himself.

The singer nodded, eyeing the man up and down. He looked like he was going going say something, but eventually decided against it and left him alone.

Thomas sighed. He had to do this.

For Klara.

✧ ✯ ✧ ✯

"Mäneskin is next!" Charlotte squealed. Klara noticed Hilde roll her eyes at the girl but decided to ask her about it when they were alone instead.

The group excitedly cheered when the Italians entered the stage, and they weren't the only one. Mäneskin seemed to be a big favourite among the people, though France and Austria were big competitors as well.

She hadn't really spoken to them about their rankings yet, as she deemed it a tad unprofessional. She wanted to keep things as lighthearted as possible between her and the other participants.

Klara had noticed her own song rise in the rankings as well. They were now fluctuating between 10th and 11th place according to the bookmakers. It wasn't a huge change, but it made her confident enough that they could secure Germany a place that wasn't last for once.

The music started, the familiar intro blaring through Klara's ears, startling her a little. The lights shined brighter than she had expected, but the girl didn't even flinch as she searched for a certain someone on the stage. Blinded by the lights, yet refusing to close her eyes, she looked for Thomas. He stood, seemingly confident, on the stage. Focusing entirely on his performance.

Klara sighed, he looked pretty like this.

His blouse slightly open, exposing a seductive glance at his collarbone. The fabric hung loosely around his shoulders, the red colour flattering on his pale skin. The way his fingers moved around on his guitar made Klara swoon, her mind floating to other thoughts, past experiences even.

He was honestly a piece of art. The calm and focussed expression on his face gave her butterflies. It was like the man was completely absorbed into the music, drowning himself in the act his band was performing.

Now, Klara wasn't entirely wrong, he was definitely focussed. She was right about that part. However what Thomas could't take his mind off was her, and how she was looking at him.