Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #13 (Ramin Karimloo)

I nervously stood in the middle of the stage and looked out into the dimly lit crowd. The microphone was shaking in my hands, and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. 

I had been asked to sing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from The Phantom of the Opera, but my stage fright had quickly gotten the best of me, and now I was just standing there, still as a statue.

My brain was telling me to start singing, but I was so frozen in fear that nothing seemed to register. 

I knew how much of a fool I was making of myself, and yet, nothing happened.

I began to get teary-eyed at how embarrassed I was, and I sank down to my knees in shame. 

But then, a familiar, comforting voice filled the room: "Wandering child; so lost, so helpless; Yearning for my guidance."

I shakily glanced over to find Ramin on the far right of the stage, his handsome face lined with worry. 

I wanted to stand back up and sing, but nothing in my body was working properly, so I remained curled up on the floor.

The humiliating moment seemed to painfully stretch on forever, but it broke when I felt a warm hand on the small of my back. 

I reluctantly lifted my gaze up and saw that Ramin was kneeling right next to me, his eyes tender. 

"Do you want me to sing with you?" he asked in a whisper.

I felt guilty for having to drag him out on stage because of my pathetic fright, but I knew nothing was going to happen if I tried to do it alone, so I hesitantly nodded in approval.

He nodded back and stood up to full height, holding his hand out for me to take. 

I obliged and stood as well, but my legs wobbled nervously in response, so he had to wrap one of his arms around my waist in order to keep me standing. 

"I've got you," Ramin said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Let's do this together."

"Okay," I replied while releasing a shaky breath.

He gave me another kiss and repeated the line he had sang a few seconds ago: "Wandering child; so lost, so helpless; Yearning for my guidance."

I relaxed the best I could, then croaked out Christine's verse: "Angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring?"

Ramin smiled encouragingly and continued. "Have you forgotten your Angel?"

I took another deep breath and somewhat managed to control my voice. "Angel, oh, speak; What endless longings; Echo in this whisper."

His tone became more and more hypnotic as he went through the song, and my knees started to wobble for different reasons. 

Eventually, though, we both finished the song to massive applause, and I leaned my head tiredly on Ramin's chest. 

"Thank you," I muttered gratefully.

"Anytime, my Angel."