The Concert of My Life

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Piero's P.O.V.

"Hey guys, do you think my suit would match better with my purple or red glasses?" I asked Gianluca and Ignazio expectantly.

"Definitely the purple," Gianluca stated while scrolling on his phone. "You wear the red ones too much."

"The red would match nicer with your suit," Ignazio suggested.

I sighed and decided to use the red. "I can't wait until this tour is over. I just want to go home."

Ignazio came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Just think about all the fans screaming your name." He then imitated a screaming fan, "Ahhh, PIERO, I love you sooo much!"
I laughed, but it didn't last long. I really missed home.

Destiny's P.O.V
I screamed in excitement as we neared the entrance to the Dolby Theater where Il Volo was going to perform. I had been a fan for a long time and had always dreamed of the moment when I would actually see the guys of Il Volo in person, rather than their Instagram pictures. Once we got inside the theater, my mom had to yell at me because I forgot how to breathe. After remembering how to breathe, I took in my surroundings. There were so many girls and I was instantly jealous. They were dressed like princesses with sparkling dresses, shiny high heels, and masks of makeup, while I was wearing a simple t-shirt, a black skirt, and a touch of lip gloss. I frowned at them hatefully while I passed by them, following my mom to our seats. My mom was so awesome that she managed to score us seats that were really close to the stage, but not the front row. I had wanted to go to the concert so bad that I would have settled for nosebleed seats, but my mom had refused.

"I don't want crappy seats," she yelled in disbelief. "I want to be right in front of the stage."

For some reason, she thought she was a princess and believed that she only deserved the best, but I on the other hand expected nothing better than dirt. Maybe I was one of God's defects and I had something wrong with my ego.

After several minutes in our seats, the lights dimmed and the music of the Il Volo song Grande Amore began to play. I smacked my mom's arm in excitement and she swatted my arms away, annoyed. As the guys came out to the front of the stage I felt a huge wave of emotions and wanted to join the other screaming fan girls. My eyes were glued on Piero, the guy I liked the most of the 3. He looked extremely handsome in a formal suit, a red bow tie, and his signature red glasses. His hair was combed perfectly and for some weird reason, I wanted to touch it. I scolded myself mentally, "Stop it you freak," and examined the other two guys, so I wouldn't look like a major creep undressing Piero with my eyes. Gianluca and Ignazio were also wearing suits, but they weren't as pleasant to look at as Piero was. I drew my gaze back to him and our eyes met.

Piero's P.O.V
As we moved to the front of the stage, I took in the huge audience, which was mostly females. I'd performed in front of huge audiences before, but tonight felt different. As we were halfway through Grande Amore and I was scanning the crowd, my gaze landed on a girl that seemed different from all the other girls. When our eyes locked she gave me the most beautiful smile. I had never met her before, but her eyes claimed that she knew everything about me. Before I realized what I was doing I jumped off the stage and walked over to her. She seemed confused and maybe a little scared, too. As I approached her, I took her hand, brought it up to my lips and kissed it. She quickly drew back her hand and I winked at her before returning to the stage.

Destiny POV
After Piero kissed my hand and winked at me I went into a state of shock. The rest of the concert I could've sworn that I saw Piero glance in my direction a few times, but I continued to avoid his gaze, always looking at Gianluca or Ignazio. Directly after the concert was over, I quickly ran out of the building with my mom struggling to stay by my side.

"Dez, where are you going? Why are you running so fast?" My mom asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I'm not feeling good. Let's just go back to the hotel." Being sick was the most lame excuse ever, but my brain wasn't functioning at the moment.

Piero's POV
Like any guy, I wanted to see that girl as much as possible while I had the chance. Unfortunately, every time I looked at her she turned away. Did she not like me? When the concert was finished, I hoped to talk to the girl but a huge wave of crazed fan girls bombarded me, all wanting to take a picture with me. By the time I found a way through the crowd, the girl was nowhere to be seen. After heading backstage to change, Gianluca came up next to me and asked with a worried expression, "Are you ok?"

Before I could respond, Ignazio jumped up from behind me and asked curiously with a wicked grin on his face, "Who was that girl you were looking at? Did you know her?"

"No, I don't know who she is, but I do know that she left before I could talk to her," I stated sadly. "I didn't even get her name."

"Oh cheer up. She's just some girl. There are plenty of other ones," Gianluca said. 

I frowned and angrily scolded Gianluca before rushing into my room, "It's nice to see that you don't value women. I wonder what Martina will think. Or, wait, is that how you see her, too? Someone to use and lose once you are done with her?"

I didn't wait to see his reaction and slammed the door behind me.

Gianluca's POV
With a shocked expression, I turned to Ignazio and questioned, "What is wrong with him?"
Ignazio shrugged and stated, "He really liked that girl."

My mouth dropped in disbelief. "He didn't even meet her. How could he possibly like her?!"
"I don't know, he's Piero," Ignazio stated before entering his room to change.

What just happened? I asked myself before entering my room.

Destiny POV
I looked out the window of our car and watched the traffic. The car lights quickly flashing by in the sea of darkness calmed me. We were driving on the freeway back to our hotel and we were halfway there.

"Hey Dez, can you put on your music, my phone is dead," my mom stated while she continued to keep an eye on the road.

I reached into my pocket for my phone, but it wasn't there. My eyes widened and I began to search around the car frantically.

"What are you looking for," my mom asked confused. 

"My phone! I can't find it! I think I dropped it at the theatre..." I stated trying to think of where I could have possibly left my phone.

My mom groaned and stated, "We'll have to go back tomorrow."

"NOOO!" I complained. "We have to go back NOW! I just got that phone!"

My mom sighed and let out a tired, "Fine." 

She got out on the next exit and we headed back to the theatre.
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Note from the author: Hi, everyone! This is my first time writing a fan fiction, so if you have any suggestions or ideas on how I can make it better, feel free to tell me!

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