Vessel x Male!Reader

Part One: First Meeting

(the story is told from multiple perspectives to give an in depth view of the scene.)

Vessel's POV:

Another day, another concert. I exhale with a dramatic stretch, groaning loudly before rolling my neck around to ease the tension building from the stress of the upcoming performance. It was the biggest yet since we began 4 years ago, and being nervous was an understatement. I won't lie...I was terrified. 20,000 people watching me, counting me to deliver a performance worth the money and travel they paid for and endured. I begin my vocal warmups as my team discusses protocol and the usual routine that typically occurs before performances. We go through costume and makeup as I adorn my iconic hooded cloak and mask along with my necklaces and black body paint. I slide on my rings and look in the mirror, seeing the persona I have melted into staring back at me. I swallow hard and lower my head slightly as my shoulders rise and fall with each stressed breath.

"Dammit...I shouldn't be this nervous. It's just another show, and everyone here likely knows who we are and what we do. I just feel so sick...I have this gut instinct that something could either go wrong and ruin the show...Or something life changing is going to occur. Breathe, Vessel. You can do this..."

Once more, I exhale and move towards the stage entrance with measured steps, determined to push aside my anxiety and deliver a mind blowing performance to my loyal fans alongside my wonderful band. As I step onto the stage and begin equipment checks last minute before the fans begin to flood in. Soon enough...It was showtime. Our setlist was quite extensive, from Take Me Back to Eden to Blood Sport, we played. During our popular song "Granite", I noticed an eager fan, Y/N, who held up a sign whilst jumping up and down in excitement. I read it between verses. "Vessel. I am a huge fan and would love to get to know you!! Please, please call me! XXX-XXX-XXXX." The sign read, their phone number in bright red. I chuckled, whispering into the mic.

"Call you? Now that's quite the request for just a simple fan. But...I shall oblige just this once. I will give you a call tonight and we can talk as long as you'd like."

The fan appears ecstatic and yells at me, "THANK YOU!!" I respond with a nod and smile before continuing our concert. The entire time, my mind raced with possibilities. What could a fan want to talk about so badly with me that they'd plaster their phone number in front of 20 thousand people? But I pushed the thoughts aside and delivered an outstanding performance as promised. Soon enough, we finished up and returned to the hotel we had booked. At this point, I pick up my phone and call the number. It rings for a few seconds before a male's voice comes over.

YOUR POV:

I answer the phone. "Hello?" I say. Vessel's voice echoes softly over the phone. "Hi. It's me, Vessel." I smiled, "Vessel...! Ah, hello, hello! I'm so glad you called. Oh my goodness... there's so much I want to talk about. Let's start off with introductions, I suppose! My name is y/n and I am *age*. I live in *location* and I traveled quite some distance to come see you guys! But it was so worth the stiff legs and headache." I hear Vessel chuckle softly. "Ah...The pain of road trips, hm? Well I'm glad you enjoyed the show, I enjoyed putting it on for you and all the other wonderful followers." I nodded. "Yes, yes! I enjoyed it very much. Your vocals are outstanding! How did you learn to sing so well?" Vessel laughs lightly before responding, "I am actually self taught, believe it or not. I started singing before I went into kindergarten. My parents always told me that I would be big some day. And truth be told...they were right." I sighed, shaking my head. "Wow...Self taught. I have been singing for 5 years, and I still am not nearly as good as you." Vessel's voice replies over the phone, a smile apparent in his tone, "Do not compare yourself to me, my dear follower. I am blessed to have such a voice, indeed, but I do not wish to be used as inspiration to the point where you beat yourself up over simple things like how you sing! Please...let me hear your voice." I chuckled nervously, "Uhm...I-I dunno, I'm not that good, really I'm not." Vessel's tone changes slightly, "Y/N, was it? Please, do not beat yourself up over your voice. Let me hear it. I promise not to judge." I sighed and rubbed my neck before swallowing hard, "Very well...Please don't laugh." I say. I clear my throat and begin to sing one of my favorite songs by Sleep Token, "Higher." Vessel hums along and when I finished, I waited for his response. "That was gorgeous, y/n. Your vocal talents are truly magnificent and very captivating. Please...let me hear it some more."  I smiled slightly and sighed, "Very well." I say. I continue to sing. After some time, Vessel cuts me off. "Y/N...you have the most beautiful voice I've heard in a long time. I would like to get to know you in person. Do you live in the Pittsburgh area?" I blushed profusely and stutter, "I-I uh...Y-Yes, yes I do. I live on *street name*." Vessel chuckles, "Very good. I shall see you tonight at *restaurant name.* Don't worry, you won't be able to miss me, even without the mask." He says before whispering softly, "Maybe even make it a date." Then the phone goes dead as he hangs up.

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