Falling Between the Notes (Nicholas Galitzine Fanfic)

Chapter 35: Chemistry on Stage

Jade's POV

The lights dimmed, and the atmosphere in the stadium shifted. A sultry bass line filled the air, vibrating through the ground beneath my feet as I walked toward the left side of the stage, where the plush red bed awaited me. I could hear the crowd roaring, their energy palpable, feeding my every movement. This was the fourth song of the night, and I had been saving this one—the one I knew would get everyone talking.

Bed Chem.

The stage had transformed into something intimate, personal—just me and the audience. The bed was draped in soft, furry, crimson sheets, and the dim lighting cast an alluring glow over everything. Sheer white curtains billowed in the artificial wind, giving the scene an almost dreamlike quality. My voice echoed softly through the speakers as I began the first verse, letting my body sink into the bed. Every move was calculated, every glance teasing.

The lyrics, the melody—they were all meant to evoke something raw, something sensual. I could feel the electricity pulsing through the crowd as I lay back, propped on one elbow, and dragged a hand slowly across the bed sheets, matching the rhythm of the song. My other hand brushed over my thigh, emphasizing every word that left my lips.

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met..."

My voice carried across the stadium, soft and sultry, pulling everyone into the intimate space I was creating on stage. My fingers traced the outline of the bed, before I let my body fall back, my head resting against the pillows, looking up at the ceiling as if lost in a private moment. The audience was silent, mesmerized, hanging onto every note, every breath I took.

When I got to the pre-chorus, I lifted my legs off the bed and rolled onto my knees, crawling forward, gripping the sheets with one hand as I looked out into the sea of people. The lights flickered like sparks of desire as I whispered the words, my lips brushing against the microphone.

"Ooh, who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?"

The way I moved, the way I sang, it was all a seduction—not just of the crowd, but of the energy in the room. I could feel it, the way they watched me, waiting, anticipating. My body swayed to the beat, and as I reached the chorus, I let my eyes close for just a second, allowing the music to wash over me.

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem...

I stretched out across the bed, my body moving in sync with the lyrics, as if I was inviting the world into a secret, forbidden moment. The sheer curtains surrounding the bed swayed gently, adding to the fantasy, the mystery. My voice grew more breathless, more teasing, as I sang about the chemistry that burned beneath the surface of every connection—every fleeting glance that held more meaning than words could express.

My movements slowed as the bridge approached, and I sat up, my hand sliding through my hair. The crowd was in the palm of my hand now, and I could feel it. The lights flashed softly in time with the music, casting shadows across my body as I sang the final chorus, dragging out each word like a promise whispered in the dark.

And I bet we'd have really good...

I paused, letting the audience hang on the final word, watching as I slipped off the bed, walking slowly toward the edge of the stage.

...bed chem.

The last note hung in the air, and I let out a breath, feeling the tension in the room pulse around me. I smiled, lips parted slightly, as I stood there, soaking in the applause, the cheers that filled the stadium.

But even as I basked in the energy of the crowd, there was only one person I wanted to see—only one person whose reaction I was truly curious about.

Nick's POV