HER STAR, HIS EVERYTHING.

chapter 2

"Oh my girl, oh my girl, just give me a chance,

I don't want to explain, I just want to dance,

On the graves, on the graves, of every girl,

That I knew before you, that are dead to me too." Holding it close to his mouth, closing his eyes, dallon sang into the microphone. " You always get everything that you want,

I can't explain, so I'll flaunt what you got.

I'm yours and you're mine, if you like it or not.

Oh-ho, oh-ho, I know, oh-ho hey!"

He sighed, and smiled at the crowd. " I love you guys!"

The crowd screamed, and he heard a few ' i/we love you's' in return.

" mr. sinister- sing us another song!" someone yelled.

" sorry," he apologized, clearing his throat. " i'm not the sinister type. But i'll give it to you." he said, grinning. He winked, and felt his adrenaline rush, and his body feel warm. This is what he did. What he loved.

Going backstage, he pulled off his bowtie, and plopped down onto the couch. " i want to sleep. So much." he said, resting his head on the back of the couch. " hey- dallon?"

He lifted his head abruptly, looking at the tall figure in the doorway. She had long, curly brown hair, with big brown eyes. She wore a band t shirt of Panic!at the disco and a pair of ripped jeans with drawn on converse. This girl couldnt of been more than a teenger.

" Are you supposed to be in here?" he asked, looking around the room to make sure he wasn't missing anyone else.

" Um," she clutched her hands in front of her. " i'm gonna go with no."

Dallon frowned.

" b-B-but i have a question." the girl continued quickly.

He nodded, crossing his legs. " Come in." he said. " Feel free to close the door."

She slowly closed the door, and nervously came over, sitting a few feet away from him on the couch. She nervously fiddled with a strand of her pants that we're loose from the hole.

" It's okay," he said quietly, smiling. " I don't bite."

She flashed him a small smile, and he patted the space a next to him, and she hesitantly moved closer to him.

" What's your name?" he asked. " your obviously a fan."

" Emily." she said quietly, looking up at him from under her lashes. " And your Dallon. Dallon Weekes."

He nodded. " Yep. the one and only."

" What's it like?" she asked quietly. " being famous?"

He shook his head. " it's not something you'd want. You seem like the shy type. There's lot of press. People digging into you to find out every little detail of things. You have to be careful. With what you get into," he explained.

She nodded thoughtfully. " Do you enjoy it?"

" Not the fame," he admitted. " but i have met a lot of new people, and made new friends doing what i love. Making music. But it has its ups and downs."

" Everything does," Emily said quietly. " No different than me coming here. You could of just told me to leave, you could of been rude about it- but you let me sit here, not knowing why i came."

Dallon looked at her curiously.

" You accepted me here, and even let me sit next to you. Even talk to you for no reason." she continued. " Not many stars would allow that."

" Actually, you did give me a reason." he said quietly. " you said you had a question. Have I happened to answer it yet?"

She smiled shyly. " No. i have quite a few."

" That's okay." dallon said, uncrossing his legs, and leaning towards her to listen. " I'm all ears."

She took a deep breath, unclasping her hands. " i like to write. You know, songs of my own. But how do i know their good enough? Your my inspiration. I figured, if I could, I could ask you."

" Well, it's all how you perceive it, Emily. It's how you feel the quality is."

She ponders it for a few moments, before cautiously asking, " Could you look at it for me?"

Dallon looked at her, surprised. " I don't think my input would really be much help. It's yours, not mine."

" But you write. Can you just tell me how you think it is?" she pleads. Dallon felt a sort of connection with her. She wanted to make sure something she did would be good enough for someone else to like. She didn't want to only please herself, but please others.

" Emily, how old are you?" he asks quietly. At the time, he was twenty six. She looks at him, surprised, then frowns. " Nineteen. Why?"

" You seem so passionate so far about wanting your writing to be pleasurable to not only yourself, but to others." he says, studying her.

" If you have it, i'll take a look at it." he says hesitantly.

Emily produces a small notebook from her back pocket. She hands it to him, and he goes to take it, his fingertips touching hers for a few moments, before she noticed, and quickly pulled her hand away. Opening the small notebook, he begins to read the first page. Just by the first sentence, he has so many questions about what makes her feel the happy heart touching emotions about being lifted into a better atmosphere.

Looking up at her, he smiles. " that was well written, the emotions-" he shook his head. " it feels like there drifting off of the paper."

Emile's face lights up ,and she brushes a curl from her eyes. " Really??"

He nods. " Really."

She smiles, and launches forward, circling her arms around him. Stunned, dallon wraps his arms around her back, and she squeezes him gently. She pulls away, and wipes a tear from her cheek. " Thank you," she says, smiling. " Thank you so much, Dallon."

" No, thank you," he says, placing a hand on her knee gently. " for helping me realize that there is more to fans who like to listen to my music- that some of them do it to help themselves for other reasons than just to listen to it." she smiles, and her cheeks turn pink.

" Anything to meet my idol." she says teasingly.

Dallon feels as if the rooms is suddenly very narrow- and it's just him and the girl. She tilts her head in curiosity, and a curl falls in her eyes. Slowly, dallon moves next to her- and brushes it from her eyes.

He kept his fingers there, on the side of her face, a few moments longer, and she looks at him with her big doe eyes.

" I'll give you my number.... If you'd like." he says quietly. " let me know when you write more."

She nods, and he slowly pulls his hand away. He takes a pen she gives him, and he scribbles his number down onto a blank page, and hands the notebook back to her.

She smiles. " Okay. sounds like a plan."

" Do you live around here?" she asks. " In Utah?"

He nods. " Yes, Actually. I just don't perform here really. You?"

" No. i'm from Texas." she says, smiling. " I'm just visiting family right now, and they got me tickets for my birthday."

" Hmh." dallon said, smiling. " And today's your birthday?"

She nods. " Yeah."

Slowly, he tucks his fingers under her chin, and looks her in the eyes for a few moments, before pressing his lips gently to hers for a few seconds. He feels her surprise- as she jumps- but doesn't pull away. He pulls his lips away before the kiss becomes longer than the average- but keeps his fingers under her chin, and his face close to hers. " Happy birthday, Emily." he whispers.

" Happy Birthday."