Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Muse Pt. 6: Headliner

Authors Note

Hey Hooligan's

This is the last installment of 'Muse', thank you so much for showing this little one-shot series so much love, I hop you enjoy the end! 

Thank you all so much,

-Jaz

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You take a deep breath and get up from beside him. You walk to your closet from which you get the guitar your mother gave you a few years back. Its used, worn and has a few nicks and dings but you would never even think of getting rid of it. You sit on the side of your head with Bruno in your peripheral vision. He adjust himself a bit so that he can watch you with out have to strain in anyway. You play the opening riff of your song slow mouth counts in to the vocals then you close your eyes and begin to sing. You form your words slowly and soften them as they leave your lips. You are careful with the high notes properly closing punctuating them with carefully placed breathing.

As the memories of the writing process you went through with this song flood back. You can't help but think about the times you spent with Bruno and the guys. The relaxed late night recordings sessions. The nights out they invited you on but, especially the times they seemed to have specifically left you and Bruno alone. Your mind wanders to you visit to the park fountain with Bruno, they way he used to talk to and text you in the weeks that followed before your contact frequency shifted. You repeat the bridge and sing the chorus once more and vocalize to the end as you strum the opening chords again. When you finish you open your eyes and look over to find that Bruno has is sitting up. His dark brown eyes are wide and his jaw is slightly ajar.

"Its just a little something," you says look away. You lean your guitar up against your bed. "I hadn't played in a while but since I helped you, I felt like picking it back up. I started having the urge to play in my free time and before I knew it, I began to write," you say running your fingers down your guitar strings. You look over and find that his expression hasn't changed much except that his brows are furrowed. He's looking down in his lap and his eyes are darting back and forth as though he is deep in thought.

"How was it?"

"Y/N." You look over at him. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come to the studio with me tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"You, me and the guys, we're gonna record that."

"What?" You ask as confusion knits your brows together.

"Will you go with me?" He reaches out, takes one of your hands and looks into your eyes."You're talented. I've know since the night you helped me with my song. That--" he gestures toward you guitar. "What you just sung proves that you have what it takes--the attitude, potential the skill. I said it before you could do this and be more than happy to help you. Will you come?" His deep dark brown eyes starch yours awaiting your response. His twinkle like that of a child full of excitement about an upcoming trip to Disney Land. The longer he looks the more depth and intensity they give off. You notice his breathing has quickened but he doesn't seem to be laboring to breathe at all. You nod and as a smile breaks across his cheeks one forms on your lips.

"Yeah, I'll go."

"Fo'real?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll go." He raises your hand to his lips and kisses it. ____________

You wake to your most recent favorite song and tiny rays of sunlight trying to shine out from the edges of your blackout curtains. You climb out of bed open the curtains and squint as you eyes adjust to the brightness. Outside the thunderstorm of last night is a thing of the past but you can't quite dismiss the possibility of more rain. The sun is out but the clouds that dot the sky are in varying shades of gray. You head to the bathroom and have a quick shower. Just as you finish your makeup routine your phone begins ringing. You quickly dry your hands and tap speaker as you begin brushing out your wet hair.