Band Oneshots x Reader

After The Show (David Lee Roth)

The concert had been electric. The energy radiating from the crowd as David Lee Roth commanded the stage was nothing short of intoxicating. I could still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I navigated the back halls of the venue, searching for the green room. I had planned this surprise for weeks, and now that the moment was finally here, excitement bubbled within me.

I peeked into the green room, where I could hear muffled voices and laughter. David's unmistakable laugh sent a thrill down my spine. I took a deep breath, smoothing down my outfit—a simple yet chic black dress that felt perfect for the occasion. It was time to make my entrance.

As I pushed the door open, the chatter died down. David turned, his eyes widening in surprise. "Well, look who it is!" he exclaimed, a grin breaking across his face. He was still in his stage outfit—tight leather pants and a sequined shirt that glimmered even under the dim lights. He looked every bit the rock star.

"Surprise!" I stepped inside, my heart racing as I took in the scene—bandmates, crew, and a few lucky friends all there to celebrate.

"What are you doing here?" He moved closer, his presence magnetic. "I thought you were stuck at work!"

"I pulled some strings," I said, feeling giddy under his gaze. "I couldn't miss the chance to see you perform."

David's smile softened, and he stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you definitely know how to make a guy feel special. Come here!" He enveloped me in a warm hug, and for a moment, the chaos of the show faded away. It was just us.

"You were amazing tonight," I said, pulling back to meet his gaze. "I've never seen anyone own the stage like that."

"Ah, you know how to charm a rock star," he teased, his eyes glinting with playful sincerity. "But you being here? That's the real showstopper."

We chatted with the crew for a bit, but it wasn't long before I felt David's hand gently tugging me away from the crowd. "Come on, I need a breather. Let's find some space."

He led me to a quieter corner of the venue, the sounds of celebration fading into the background. The air felt charged, and I couldn't help but notice how the faint light reflected off his tousled hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

"I really am glad you're here," he said, his voice lower now, more intimate. "It's been a wild night, but I always want to share the good parts with you."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

David's gaze held mine, a spark of connection that sent shivers down my spine. "You know, it's not just about the shows or the fans. It's about moments like this." He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering just a moment too long.

"Yeah?" I replied, my heart racing.

"Yeah." He leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You make it all worth it."

I felt the space between us shrink, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Then, with a grin, he stepped back, breaking the moment but leaving a trail of warmth. "Let's get back. I owe you a proper thank you for being my biggest fan tonight."

As we rejoined the party, laughter and music enveloped us once more. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, a new layer added to our connection. I knew this night would linger in my memory, not just for the show, but for the unexpected moments that felt so right.

~Happy birthday David Lee Roth~