The Scent

Imagine being at one of MB's sold out shows and the boys are choosing fans to come on stage. You're jumping up and down, screaming for attention, but you're just 1 in hundreds. Just as you give up hope, Roc puts the spotlight on you. He grabs you on stage, pulls you close and begin to squeeze you tight, while placing his hands on your lower back. He smells good. The scent drowns out the sound and you're no longer paying attention to the song that's playing. You're shaking so hard, that he grabs your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. It calms your nerves. He leans in close to your face. So close that you begin to feel his body warmth. His lips are practically touching yours. Just as you lean in to kiss him, he pulls away and begins to speak. It takes you a few seconds to try and get out of your daze. Just as you tune in, your eyes lock and he begins to smile. He reaches in and runs the back of his hand across the side of your face. You hear the words to his verse, "Whatever it takes to give you attention. Prove to you, you're all I want." He whispers in your ear, "I'm ready for love." That was the last song of the boys' set. They say their goodbyes to the crowd. Roc puts both of his arms over you and let's the crowd take pictures. It turns into a dream come true. He's walking you off the stage with his arm around your waist, letting you know that he can't wait until y'all are backstage. But as soon as all of you make it backstage, Walter grabs the boys and pushes them into a room, where their crew are all standing around, awaiting to congratulate them on a job well done. Walter pats Roc on the back, "You did it! That's exactly what we talked about! You seemed sincere. Do that from now on." Roc nods his head and begins to join the other boys in laughter. You realize it was all apart of the show. You were just a pawn in Roc's game. The other girls are just excited at the opportunity to meet the boys. It isn't enough for you. The more you think about Roc's romantic actions on stage, the more the rage begins to take over. You storm into the room and confront Roc. "Why did you do all that?" "All wh-," before he can ask the question, you push him and he stumbles over a chair. "You know what! Don't act stupid! You put all of your feelings into that performance, even made it seem like you actually like me. And I believed it." Walter grabs your shoulder and attempts to lead you out of the door. You jerk away. "Don't worry, I know my way out." You storm down the hall, following the exit signs. Tears are steaming down your face and you don't feel as if you could go on, so you look back and make sure you're alone. You sit on the floor, placing your head into your knees. You can't seem to get his scent away from you, though. After a few seconds, it seems to have gotten stronger. It's so enticing. You want to forget everything about this night, but how could you when his odor is lingering around you? Again, the smell gets stronger. You look up, and there's Roc. He sits next to you. You realize he's the reason why the odor was so strong. You ask the question that's itching to come out. "How long have you been standing there?" He stares at you and runs his hand across your face, same as he had done moments before, on stage. "I came after you as soon as I could." You reply, "You didn't have-." Roc stops you. "I did have to come after you. I had to know why you were so mad at me. You didn't even give me a chance. You just went off on me. I did like you." With a puzzled face you responded, "You did?" "Yeah. I DID. Here. Thanks for coming to the show." He hands you his wife beater he just took off. It's still wet from the sweat, but it smells like him. He even managed to get his autograph on it. You squeeze it tight, burying your face into it, inhaling deeply. Then he gets up. You start to talk, "Roc I'm sorry I thought-," he cuts you off, "It's okay." He pulls a strip of paper from his pocket with small writing on it. He looks at it carefully, then rips it in half. He throws it on the floor, "I'm sorry too." He walks away slowly, then begins to jog down the hallway. You yell his name, but you know he isn't coming back. You look down, pick up the two strips and put them together. They say, "I think you're beautiful. Call me. TONIGHT." You start to cry harder, sobbing and soaking the paper. Your one opportunity. Gone.