Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)| Book 2

Chapter 12

Her heart thudded in her chest, pounding rhythmically against her rib cage as she fiddled with a wire extending from the electronic packet clipped to her jeans. She could hear the click click of the metronome in her in-ears and a low rumble emanating from the floor against the soles of her feet. A microphone dangled from one of her hands as she breathed deeply, eyes closed as she ran over the set list in her head; making sure that she remembered every cue and song.

Y/n was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a small hand wrap around her wrist. She looked down and smiled softly at the brunette as the shorter woman laced their fingers together.

"Are you okay, babe?" Camila asked, shifting onto her tippy-toes so that she could cradle Y/n's cheek in her hand.

Y/n nodded, bending down slightly so that Camila could relax. She leaned into the other woman's touch, savoring the feeling of Camila's fingers caressing the side of her face and chin. The artist sighed in content when she felt fingernails scratch against her scalp and thread through the curls at the nape of her neck.

This had always been something Camila had done to relax the artist before a show. A gentle reminder that she was always there for Y/n and that they could overcome any feelings of nervousness or anxiety together. Even though Y/n was typically standoffish in terms of physical touch, Camila's had always been a source of comfort.

The two women stood there for a few more minutes until a stagehand hurried over to the taller woman and tapped her watch before scurrying away.

"It's time." Y/n inhaled deeply and untangled herself from Camila's arms. She pressed a kiss to the shorter woman's forehead before turning back towards the small set of stairs that lay underneath the stage.

"Good luck, baby. I'll see you in a bit." Camila blew her a kiss and waved, retreating back the way she had come.

The artist tucked one of the foam buds that had come loose back into her ear and gripped the microphone tightly in one hand. She heard the countdown in her ears begin.

10

Y/n could hear the screams of fans in the venue above her, the sound becoming even more deafening as the counting in her ears continued.

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One of her team members rushed over, carrying her favorite Martin guitar. He quickly swung it upwards and pulled the strap down so that it rested across her torso. The man gave her a thumbs up and ran back over to the row of guitars that sat in a corner.

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Y/n felt her heart soar as she watched her band scurry past and onto the stage, taking their places. Excitement buzzed through her body as she heard the first chord of the electric guitar ring out, making the crowd cheer even louder.

"Y/n. You are good to go. Good luck out there."

The artist grinned hearing the familiar voice of her manager in her in-ears. She knew Jay had probably grabbed the coordinator's microphone from his hands, but for once she was glad to have experienced something unplanned.

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Y/n stepped out onto the large stage in a cloud of smoke. She lifted her hand in greeting, staring up at the sea of lights and jumping figures as she made her way over to the mic stand in the center.

"Los Angeles! How are we feeling tonight?!" She yelled into the microphone, laughing when a chorus of screams, chants, and 'I love you's' erupted from the audience.