Make Me Your King

Chapter 3

AN: this is just going to get worse and worse. i still regret absolutely nothing

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NO THE KIDS DON'T WANNA COME HOME...

AGAAAAAAAAINNNNN

NO THE KIDS DON'T WANNA COME

HOME.

Hell yeah.

"WHAT'S UP NASHVILLE, HOW'RE WE DOING TONIGHT"

Screams. They're doing well.

First song was a banger. Pretty average crowd, nothing too crazy going on, although a girl in the front definitely looks like she's about to pass out.

I spun around and snatched an acoustic from the guitar racks. Solid. Make Me Your Queen, now. I started playing. More screaming, love the energy. Looked over at Izzy, she's rockin', Gabi's rockin', Billy's killin' it. I started singing as I look out into the audience. They were all singing along, my lovely fans. Most of them looked like they were on the verge of a heart attack and I sincerely hope no one faints. Ah, I love them all.

It's been very quick, this path to fame. One day I'm just a kid messing around on a keyboard and the next I'm travelling the world, performing in front of hundreds and thousands of fans, and doing it all with some killer friends. I've met such lovely people on the USA tour so far and we've just started! It's wicked. But for some reason I feel like something's missing.

I danced up to the mic.

I KNOW THAT I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, BABE.

I TRY MY BEST TO KEEP THESE THOUGHTS AWAY.

OH, I TRY TO SPEAK BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

'CAUSE I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, BABE.

I have all these rad people around me. I just feel like I need something more.

I KNOW THAT I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, DEAR.

IF I EVER STOP BY, YOU'RE NEVER HERE

I feel so lonely.

I'm missing something.

AND I DON'T MEAN SHIT I KNOW YOU'VE MADE IT CLEAR

'CAUSE I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU DEAR

I looked into the audience. Looking for something.

SO MAAAAAAKE ME YOUR QUEEN

SO MAAAAAAAKE ME YOUR QUEEN

I looked at the front row. Right in front of me. Eye contact. My heart stopped.

I might have just found that something.

"Dec, that was AWESOME!" Billy gave me an enthusiastic high five. "We KILLED IT!"

"HELL YEAH WE DID." Gabi flopped onto the couch in the dressing room, tossing her drumsticks to the floor

Izzy sat on Gabi's legs and leaned back. "Hey, Dec, you good?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, all good." I sat on a chair in front of them.

They shot each other looks. Billy got up to open a window. He pushed it all the way up, lit a cigarette, and sat on the windowsill. Gabi wiggled her legs.

The rest of the show had gone very well. The crowd was great, we had so much fun. But I saw someone in the audience and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've performed in front of countless crowds, seen tens of thousands of attractive faces in the audience, and looked over them with ease.

But for some reason I couldn't shake his face from my mind. I saw him standing there, his dark, auburn hair reflecting the stage lights, his fair skin so flawless and delicate. And those eyes. God, those eyes. So much depth and mystery. I could stare into them forever. I bet he has a lovely voice, too. Deep and smooth. God, I want him to say my name. Declan... Declan...

"Declan."

I looked up, all of them looking at me. "Huh? What?"

Gabi closed her eyes and leaned back. "He was daydreaming."

Izzy looked at her watch. "You wanna go ahead and go out there? It's ten."

I got up. "Yeah, sure."