Band One Shots

alex turner

friday;

Y/N had just spent three weeks at her new college and was settling in well. Her music course was tougher than she anticipated but was persistent in her education and knew it would benefit her in the future. Later that day she had discovered there was a jazz club near to where she was living and couldn't resist the temptation. She adored jazz and thought it would be perfect for her to relax for a few hours from all the work she was doing. Y/N had dinner around six in the evening so she could get ready to leave at seven.

She wore some smart black trousers that finished just above her ankles and a white blouse the hung perfectly over the top of the waist band. She added a long gold necklace with a bird on the end, a few matching rings and a black clutch bag for the other miscellaneous items she carried with her. The temperature had dropped since the afternoon so she accompanied her outfit with a casual blazer and her trusty bowler hat. After researching the jazz club, she noticed the dress was smart yet casual and thought her outfit fitted those guideline perfectly.

The club was only ten minutes away and a nice walk through the high street. She was amazed that such a place existed amongst the popular chain stores and bars. Nevertheless, she was desperate for some alone time to just enjoy music rather than have to play it herself for an assessment. After applying some makeup, knowing it was pointless as the venue was probably going to be dark, she soon left for the jazz club.

The main set started at seven thirty and she arrived there with lots of time to spare. As soon as she entered the building, she was overwhelmed by the warm mood and chattering of people. Y/N was slightly surprised to see that's she wasn't the only young person there. There was a group that looked roughly her age but she didn't bother trying to talk to them.

She found a seat a few rows from the front to get a good view of the musicians. There was a table to her left with a small lantern on top and another seat on the other side. She checked her watch, seven fifteen. Y/N had purchased an orange juice, not wanting to have any alcohol that evening, and took a sip thinking it would pass the time and took off her blazer. Suddenly a tall figure entered the corner of her eye and she quickly discovered it was a man.

He had slicked back hair of a dark colour which matched his formal attire. A black suit, nothing more nothing less. This could only be non other than Alex Turner.

Y/N's palms began to sweat along with her forehead shortly after he sat down next to her unexpectedly, thank goodness the lighting was low. She tried her best not to stare at him so she turned and smiled quickly which he kindly returned. She didn't want to present herself as an obsessed fan, even though she loved the Arctic Monkeys and The Last Shadow Puppets.

Sooner than she realised, the musicians took the stage and an applause broke out. The band quickly started and her heart started beating the way it did when she heard something amazing. The jazz was expertly played and no mistakes were made. She tapped her fingers on the arm rest and smiled contently as she sank into the music.

Little did she know that Alex was watching her carefully. Not in a weird way, but in a fascinated way. As being a musician himself, he could tell that she was fully analysing the wonderful sound. He could tell that she extremely enjoyed music. Alex desperately wanted to speak to her but thought she was too engaged with the music for him to interrupt her. He changed his focus back to the jazz.

The music was upbeat matching the pace of her heart. She couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by Alex's presence. She knew his stern look he would put on to make him seem more attractive and she couldn't lie, it worked. But she missed his funniness and stupidity from the early days, he seemed too serious. A few songs into the set she turned to him and studied his face. He didn't seem as drunk as she'd witnessed from interviews. He noticed her looking at him and looked back to her.