The Look Of Love

Chapter 6

The Arctic Monkeys where on fire. Literally. 

They performed a song which was quite obviously titled Are you Mine?, however Finn corrected me and apparently it's 'R U Mine?'

I'd be lying if i said the song was good. Because it wasn't.

It was fucking brilliant and i instantly understood why Finn regarded them so highly. Well not instantly, it took a quick discussion after their performance and a load of their most popular songs through one of Finn's earphones for me to realise how incredible this band was. It seemed that their music, especially from the earlier albums, reflected teenage life and love and i realised as Finn played song after song that i'd actually heard a few before. As i was told all about them i realised that their rise to fame wasn't completely different from ours. They decided to start a band randomly as teenagers, like us, got a few gigs, like us, and eventually used the internet as a way to promote their music further, like us. Well not really 'like us' as they came before but you know what i mean. 

I have to say it. After seeing the man that had made intense eye contact and muttered barely a sentence to me perform on a stage like that, with a song like that and a voice like that and a guitar as expensive as that and don't forget the confidence and all the other 'that's'. I was most definitely eager for another encounter with him.

Anyway i pushed those thoughts down with a G&T and switched my attention between the award show and Coop and Dyls quiet conversation. 

.......................

Not long after the monkeys had finished performing they returned to their seats, unfortunately i did not hear another 'excuse me, love' as i saw the man, newly known as Alex Turner slide into his seat now beside me, as i had turned my chair to face the stage at the beginning of the show. 

'Alex' had also turned his chair to face the front after sitting down and, out of the corner of my eye, i caught a glimpse of him facing me before turning his head to talk among his group. 

I, once again did not have the time to think about it as James Corden had now appeared on stage, mic in hand, talking about celebrating "British musical excellence from the past 12 months". However, that speech was quickly over and before i knew it, the British Female Solo artist nominees were being announced. 

A wave of panic rushed in, why did it have to be first?

I wasn't worried about losing, i could not care less at this moment in time. All i was worried about was the stupid speech that i had to make if i were to win. 

"And the nominees are...

Jessie J....

Laura Marling....

Maria Morrigan..."

As i heard my name, and a snippet from one of my songs echo through the speakers, the current fidgeting that i was doing with the rings on my fingers sped up and my leg began to bounce under the table. To top it off, i felt those stupid brown eyes turn to face me once again, not drifting away until the next name was called.

"Laura Mvula..."

I was always good at keeping a poker face. From the outside, as the camera panned to my face once my name was called out, you would never of guessed that i was on the verge of a panic attack. But nine times out of ten, whenever there was a camera on me i was always on the verge of one.