Solangelo Soulmate AUs

Singing

Nico POV

I pour my heart and soul into playing the tune. Thousands of faces looked back at me. Some grinning, some dancing, some dancing animatedly with their friends. All because of us.

The song reaches its climax, and my fingers began to hurt from furiously moving them up and down the strings. My head spins as I step up to the mic for the line I'm meant to sing.

"-co! Neeks!"

"I'm awake!"

"Suuuuuure..." Jason replies dragging out the 'u'.

"Arsehole." I mumble sleepily from my seat on the tube beside him.

"Language! Anyway, we're almost at our stop, but we can keep going round, if you want to miss the concert." Jason says, with a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Shut up." I say, and step out of the carriage and onto the platform.

Ok, so maybe I'm a bit more excited about this concert than I'm letting on. For two main reasons. One, I love the band. The Fates are my all-time, number one, favourite group. (I may also have a slight crush on the guitarist).

And secondly, I'm pretty certain my soulmate is going to be at the concert. Unless they live miles and miles away (which would be just my luck), they will definitely be going, if their constant singing of their song lyrics is anything to go by.

You see, everyone has a soulmate. Unfortunately, the way soulmates are connected is by singing. Whatever they sing, I sing too, and vice-versa. This can get very awkward. Having to leave the cinema because you start belting out one of the top 40, getting thrown out of a lecture because you suddenly start screaming, singing Stayin' Alive at a funeral... All very awkward.

And my soulmate has a fascination with The Fates.

"-And in order for photosynthesis to occur, the following factors-"

"Don't wanna be an American idiot!" Oh gods, not now.

"Mr Di Angelo! Control yourself!"

"It's not my fault; I can't hel- Don't want a nation under the new mania!"

After singing a few more lines, I made a dash for the door. Not a chance was I sticking around to embarrass myself.

Anywho, after a few more episodes like that one, it became clear that my soulmate is a bigger fan of The Fates than I am.

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Dodging through the ever-thickening sea of music fanatics becomes increasingly harder the closer we get to the venue. When I say "dodging", I mean I avoid people like the plague, weaving and finding small spaces that just fit my tiny body, while Jason, being the gigantic oaf he is, ends up knocking into people while profusely apologising the whole time.

Eventually we get through the doors, however, and make our way through the crowd to the entrance of the actual hall they're using. We find our seats, nearish to the front. I say this is because I want to see the band up close, but I think we both know it's because it's most likely where my soulmate will be seated.

Jason, ever the man of thinking ahead, brought some coke (fizzy juice, that is). I'm seriously considering hugging him for this, because the heat of the room is almost unbearable already. Then I rethink that plan.

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"Hey!" The lead singer and guitarist, Will Solace exclaims, with his signature grin and cheerful attitude. His greeting gets an overwhelming response back. "First, we're gonna do 'American Idiot' for you!"

The cheering grows even louder as they began to play.

I find myself shouting the lyrics right back, without intending to.

"Guess we were right about you're soulmate being here!" Jason shouts in my ear. I would respond with a sarcastic remark, but I'm too busy singing.

Once they finish, Will Solace says that they're gonna sing a new song, they've come up with.

It starts off with a guitar rift. The audience have quietened down a bit to make sure they all get to hear every moment of the new song. Then Will Solace starts to sing.

And I realise, I'm singing the lyrics rather loudly back.

Over the quietened state of the hall, my singing in time with the vocalist sticks out quite a bit.

Will Solace has confirmed, nor denied, finding his soulmate, but I think it's painfully obvious now that he never has. Until now, what with my singing along to lyrics that I don't even know.

The singer-in-question's eyes widen comically, when he notices me repeating what he sings with perfect timing.

He then smirks and tests out whether I really am his soulmate by rapping. With my voice having a still prominent Italian accent to it, some of the words come out garbled, but it's not like I can stop them spilling out.

He's laughing and wearing an even bigger grin now, while fans look around frantically, trying to figure out what's going on, while others look between us knowingly.

I hesitantly smile back when he catches my eye after his laughing fit because of my rapping. He gestures for me to go up, and just as I go to adamantly say no, I feel a force shove me out of my seat. Damn you, Jason Grace.

My slow ascent onto the stage gains mainly questioning looks, that disappear as Will sings a few more lines, just to get at me. I return the favour by flipping him off.

He turns away from the mic and gives me a mega-watt grin, "Hello there, soulmate of mine."

"Ummm, hi?" I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Aww, you're adorable, we're going to get along great."

The End. I really hate the ending, but I'm never good at those. So this was incredibly cheesy, but I think we all need some cheesiness once in a while, especially because of Trials of Apollo. I will reveal no more for those who haven't read it. Anyway the bits of the song was from American Idiot by Greenday if you didn't catch that. Hope you enjoyed, and leave any other suggestions!