Lovapalooza

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Prompt #1:

"Ummm........Hey Charlie, It's me. Listen, I know its been months, but I just got back into town and wanted to see if you still wanted to. Listen, I completely forgot to get rid of the tickets. I switched assistants, and I just.....

Beep.

"Look, it's Harry again, I have those Lolla tickets I got when we...that I wanted to take you to. I'll be round in LA at the time. I'd still like to go, if you can.  Call me back."

Charlie stared down at her phone like it would sprout  a voice and explain what the Hell her ex was thinking. Their break up had been horrible.  She's not even sure she would call Donald Trump some of the things she had called him. At the time, she had been entirely sure of her decision to leave him. He made her feel inept one time to many. He was Harry Styles and she was just some girl he met at Glastonbury.

Charlie Rotterdum had been completely surprised when she had been picked to play a Sunday set on the acoustic stage at Glastonbury. She could not believe it. She had sent in her videoed demo like everyone else but she had no idea she would be picked. Charlie had sent in 325 tapes this year. She had counted. Basically ever cent that she earned went to rent, food, guitar picks, or train tickets to London.

Her style was open and fluid. She played acoustic music that she wrote herself. On Sundays when she busked on the streets in London, she took requests. Charlie could mimic anyone's voice and had learned that people would leave much bigger bills if she mimicked Cher's bass or JT's falsetto than if she sang her own songs about being your own heroine or how to tell off your boy in 10 ways. It was the only warm Sunday in March when her life changed.

Margaret, her best friend since birth had come with her to London, and they had big plans to spend the night getting pissed, but that was dependent on how much money she made. So, today it was an all request lunch hour. She had sang Blues Traveler and Oasis, Bowie and Prince. When someone requested 'Kiss You' by One Direction on a lark, she had them. Charlie secretly loved the XFactor darlings and she knew this one, knew it well. When she sang the upbeat happy song like a lament, the faces around her told her that she had hit upon something.

Rather than drinks at the pub, Charlie and Margaret bought beer and rode the train an hour home to watch the footage Margaret shot. She was a little drunk , but she thought it was magnificent. When she re listened to it the next day sober she still thought it was special. So she sent it as her demo, and the acoustic promotions department from Glastonbury called her. She could do her own stuff, but they also wanted her to do  few covers and they basically required her to do her version of 'Kiss You.'

Harry Styles must have known someone in that department, because he was standing side stage at the beginning of her set all those months ago. He hummed to the tunes he knew and rocked to her originals. Charlie gave the best performance of her life, and she gave it for him. She looked out over the crowd, but in her head, they were the only two there.

When she got to 'Kiss You' her last song of the night, she let her eyes drift to him on the na na's and found him grinning at her. He looked proud. Once she smiled back, he let his eyes wander down her form and his dimpled grin transmuted to a sexy smirk and she had to turn back to the audience.

He waited for her after.

"That was a really lovely rendition," he smiled at her and she knew her cheeks were hot.

She was not a blusher. He gave her a cheeky grin and extended his hand.

"Hello, I'm Harry Styles. How are you?"

She took his hand and suppressed a shiver. "Charlie Rotterdum and I'm wonderful. I just played Glastonbury!" She finished excitedly!

"You just smashed it at Glastonbury, Charlie! Can I buy you a drink?"