Amongst the flashing lights

Make em' touch.

A/N (Gaga's speech will be italicized, to emphasize that she's the one talking or singing.)

Eleonora's POV:

"I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong, To crash the critic saying, Is it right or is it wrong?"

The beginning words of your favorite song, Applause, by the one and only Lady Gaga, were shouted and sung on the stage live.

She wore a dark red body suit, and it had to be the most flattering stage outfit the woman had worn by far. You liked it at least. Red was your favorite color, especially deep-blood red, which was the body suit's color.

Following her hips, as she swayed them back and forth, side to side, you were nothing short of having an amazing time. The flashing lights were adding extra effects, which was sort of making you light-headed. But despite the discomfort, you partied along with everyone else in the audience.

Eleonora danced along to Gaga's routine, having memorized it. Sweaty, tired, but extremely aroused, she swayed her hips to the rhythm and beats, and sound of the other woman on stage's diaphragmatic voice.

"I live for the applause, applause, applause-"

Everyone, including Eleonora, clapped when Gaga said the words 'applause'. She had the biggest smile on her face watching her idol dance up on stage and sing the words of the song. She sang along with her, as well as dancing in the same way she did.

Fortunately, Eleonora was in the front, so the gaze of her idol, was eventually caught. She winked at her and Eleonora wanted to sink into the floor from how flustered she was. Gaga slid to the front of the stage and got in Eleonora's face, singing along with her.

"Give me that thing that I love"

"I'll turn the lights out"

"Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch"

"Make it real lo-"

Until she fainted, the stress and strobe lights having gotten to Eleonora, and her body gave in. Gaga stopped singing almost immediately, tending to the woman below her.

"Woah, Stop the music! She fainted! Get the medical service!"

Eleonora would be mortified if she knew she fainted around one of the biggest influences in her life. Hell, she would never exit her room, and stay in her bed all day.

She was carried away on a stretcher and placed in an ER facility. She hadn't woken up for a while. It was about 12:34 P.M. when she had awoken.

"I.. What the fuck happened?.."

Stated a tired, and heavily medicated Eleonora. She was so confused and once she realized she wasn't at the concert, but instead in a sterile hospital room, her face went red with embarassment.

It had been about three hours since her little incident, and the concert was over about one hour ago. She was so embarrassed that her body couldn't handle just a little bit of light. Well, it was strobe lights so I guess that explains it.

Having been left with her thoughts since she woke up, she finally heard the door to her room creek open, and two pairs of footsteps were heard. One was heavier, but the other appeared to be wearing heels, due to the clacking sound. Eleonora was a nurse herself, and knew heels were pretty much off-limits when working at a hospital, so who could that other person be?

"Miss Ricci? How are you doing?"

A deep male's voice was heard behind her as she turned to find out who it belonged to. Flipping on her other side, the one that faces the door in which the voice was heard, she was faced with two people, as expected. But she didn't see what she'd expected. Standing alongside the doctor, was the one and only Lady Gaga. The same one she had absolutely mortified her mere identity at her concert. She Came to visit her? I guess so.