The concert is over. Wow. I feel like I can die happy now. But, obviously, after I meet him. I mean them, The Strokes. It's just Julian is so... messy. In a good way. I could listen to his rough, deep voice, or stare into those brown eyes of his, all day. And after what just happened, I wonder if he's even going to recognize me. The angle from the stage might make me look different, better. I hope he doesn't know it was me... Or maybe I hope he does...
I'm waiting in the VIP holding room, but I'm the only one here. Weird. I even had to ask the security where to go.
It's 10:45, if I'm the only one here, maybe I should just go? Let them rest after that crazy amazing concert. It would be the polite thing to do, right?
Then, they walk in.
The Strokes.
Ohmygod,Ohmygod,Ohmygod,Ohmygod,Ohmygod.
I didn't think I was going to be so starstruck. As they file in, I whisper all their names to myself.
Julian Casablancas, Nick Valensi, Albert Hammond Jr., Nikolai Fraiture, and Fabrizio Moretti.
Is this real? I feel Julian eyeing the ends of my skirt. I'm sure he recognizes me. The rest of the group whispers among each other, "Is it really only this chick?" says Albert.
Maybe I should just go, thank them for their time? But Julian interrupts that thought, he asks, "Hey, is it only you here?" I nod. God, am I embarrassing myself tonight or what?
"Man, those VIP passes must cost a pretty penny, huh? So, you want a picture, us to sign some merch, or?" says Nick in the least appreciative way possible.
"Sorry, since I'm the only one here I guess I should just go. Thank you for the concert, I had a great time." I manage to quickly squeeze out. I turn and begin to walk towards the entrance door. Not the best end to my night, but I still met Julian and I had fun at the concert so, all's well that ends well.
"Hey wait! You're that girl that shouted that you loved me, no?" says Julian with that perfect husky voice of his, a smirk in his voice.
I freeze. "Um, yeah. Sorry about that." I say with my back to him, feeling the full effect of the act on my face. I don't have to look in a mirror to know how red I must be.
"Well, if you love me, why won't you come talk to me for a bit? Get a drink? Could use a bit of calming talk after such a big concert."
Did Julian Casablancas, my idol, just invite me to come talk with him? Oh my god, I would be insane to decline. I turn around, flustered, and say,
"Yes. Sure. If that's what you want..."
He says to the rest of the group, "Hey guys, I'll see you all later. I'm gonna go hang with her for a bit. Ya know, make sure she gets her VIP pass's worth."
"Whatever, man. We got another concert tomorrow, make sure you don't come home too late big guy," says Fabrizio.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be seeing you guys." He shoots them a peace sign, then turns to face me. His eyes wander my body. He licks his lips.
"You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I lie, I could never be ready for this.
"Good. What's your name anyway?" He asks walking towards me.
He puts his arm around me. "It's Y/N. And yours?" I say stupidly.
He laughs, deepens his voice, and whispers in my ear, "I know you know it."
We get in his private car and head towards a local bar. It's closed, but they'll open at a price. I am more excited than I've ever been.
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Is This It? : A Y/N x Julian Casablancas Fanfiction
أدب الهواةIt's your first time going to a concert and you are able to get a VIP Pass. You've been dying to meet The Strokes since you were a teen. Is it all you ever hoped for? Or will something extraordinary happen that night... COMPLETED SMUT WARNING
