The Athlete, The Rockstar, and The Hostess

Chapter 5

Axel POV

I finish my pre show ritual, and head to the side of the stage. I peek out of the curtains to see if Adeline actually came. I immediately see her and her friends swaying to the beat, watching our warm up band play.

'Fuck she looks good,' I think, turned on by her beauty.

The singer of the warm up band stalks off of stage once they're finished, and walks up to me.

I roll my eyes, this whore has been trying to get me to date her since the first night on tour. We got drunk, and fucked, and she's been obsessed with me since.

"Hey Axel," she tries to sound sexy.

I ignore her, and wait for our crews signal to enter on the stage.

"Oh baby, don't be so cold. Don't you remember how I made you feel that night?" She runs her lanky finger down my chest.

I grab her hand hard, and shove it back to her. "Don't fucking touch me. And no, I don't remember. Not only was I wasted, but I don't want to remember that night, you trashy bitch."

I know I sound harsh, but the girl is actually fucking psycho, and can't take the hint.

One of my crew men waves, and I push past her as I walk onto the stage. The piercing sound of screams echo throughout the arena, making me smile. Being up on stage is a high, and I love it. I love how loyal our fans are too, I love that we can impact someone's life for the better. "How's everyone doing tonight?!" I speak into the microphone on front center stage, as I sling my guitar from my back to my front. I cheekily grin, earning more deafening screams from the audience. I glance down to Adeline, and she's smirking with an eyebrow raised at my flirty gesture to the crowd.

I chuckle, shaking my head, and we start our first couple songs.

During the songs, I try to look out to the entire audience, but I spend most of my time watching Adeline dance happily, swaying to the beat of the music. It's hot as hell to watch, and I can only hope that my guitar covers the bulge forming in my jeans.

'I will have her in my bed, wearing nothing but those over the knee boots, as I have her legs over my shoulders, fucking her senseless.' I think, during a water break.

The rest of the concert goes extremely well, and we are about to start our last song. I hand the guitar over to a crew member, and the rest of the band exits the stage. A piano rolls out, and I take my seat on the piano bench. I address the crowd, "this song is a special one. I wrote it myself the other night, I was feeling inspired by a certain someone I recently have taken a liking to." The crowd cheers, and I look over towards Adeline, and her face is full of surprise and admiration. I smile, genuinely before turning my attention to the piano and starting the song.

"And I won't let go," I sing the last part of the song with my eyes closed, slamming the final keys down.

When I open my eyes, there's a standing ovation of cheering and clapping people. I don't usually sing slow, love songs, and the audience is eating it up. Adeline has a spark in her beautiful eyes, as she claps hard, throwing in some 'woos'.

I wink at her, and walk off the stage, happy that I've made her that happy.

*Authors Note:

If you want to listen to the song I imagined Axel singing, go look up "with me" by sum 41.
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