concert

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6:31pm
backstage
y/n's concert

i sit backstage in my dressing room, fixing up my makeup to pass the time as i wait for 7:00pm to hit so i can go on stage

this is my final concert of my us tour and i'm so excited to end it off in boston, my home city

nick, matt and chris come into my dressing room, telling me that there are hundreds of fans excited to see me

i can't wait to get on that stage

i turn around in my chair as chris connects to the bluetooth speaker and shuffles our playlist

chris and i have been dating for two years now and he is so supportive of my music career

"i can't believe you've done a whole usa tour" nick says, sitting down on one of the two sofas

"i know. i'm not nervous at all anymore i just want to go out there and see everyone" i reply with a smile

"you're gonna be amazing as usual y/n" matt adds giving me a soft smile

"thank you matty" i say, using the nickname i've had for him since we were 5

"she's a popstar, of course she'll be amazing" chris says walking towards me to embrace me in a hug

"thank you c" i say giving him a quick kiss

"miss y/l/n, we need you in the wing to set up your microphone" my assistant says, poking her head in the door

"okay, ill be right there thanks" i say with a nod and smile

"go ahead don't let us hold you up, we'll be overhead in the wing the whole time" chris says as he lets me go

"break a leg, rockstar" nick says before physically cringing at his own words

"have a good show y/n" matt says laughing at nick

"thanks guys, love you chris" i say as i make my way out of the door after checking my hair in the mirror

"love you too" chris says smiling at me with pride

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i finish up my final song and look out into the crowd as the instrumentals come to a close

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N" the fans chant as i stand watching them in awe of the love and appreciation they give me

"i love you guys so much, i don't know where i'd be without you all" i say as i feel tears well up in my eyes

i turn around to wipe my eye as i see the large screen behind me light up

it's photos from me as a kid with my brother and sister and with the triplets

i turn my head to my manager, maria, who stands in the wing watching me, and give her a confused look

she shrugs and points to the overhead wing with a smile

i look up to see nick, matt and chris watching me with identical smiles on their faces

"what are they up to?" i think to myself confused, as i had no idea any of this was happening

suddenly a video plays on the screen

i stand facing it along with my entire crowd

it's a video of me and the triplets as little kids

we're playing in my childhood back garden as my mom laughs at us from behind the camera

"chris stopppp" i squeal a giggle as he chases me around the sandbox nick and matt are sitting at

he has wet sand in his hand and is trying to mess up my hair

"chris stop the big baby will start crying" my older brother says also from behind the camera

"i'm not a baby" i say as i stop to look at him with an angry expression

in reality i was pretty much a baby, i was about six years old, i didn't know anything about the world yet, living entirely in the bubble of sun and happiness playing with my friends everyday

before all the hate
social media
societal standards
expectations
before everything
just me and the triplets

"chris please put the sand down" nick says, getting tired of him chasing me and wanting for us all to sit down and play happily

i feel even more tears well up in my eyes as i hear screams and shouts come from the audience

i turn my head to see nick, matt and chris walking on stage

i run to chris and wrap my arms around him

"i've never seen this video before" i tell him as he smiles at me

"your mom sent it to laura last week, we thought it would be a good time to show it to you" he says as nick and matt continue watching it on the screen

"i love it, it's perfect" i say, practically blind as my eyes are full of tears, some rolling down my cheek

i close up the show and we walk off stage, chris and i still holding each other

"thank you guys so much for such a good final show" i say, looking to all three of them with a smile


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