A Collection of Imagines

Kian

Why Haven't I Met You

I can feel the vibrations from here already. The pounding of feet, the clapping of hands, and the chanting of my name. This could all go to my head in a second. I don't care at this point. This is my job. These are just the precautions.

I stand in the VIP section with JC and Bobby, waiting for the main act to come on. We're already exhausted from the opening, JC's favorite band, LANY. Man, do they know how to put on a show. I was about ready to dip on the rest of the concert mainly because I only came to see LANY, but JC begged me to stay for the main act. I don't know who she is, but JC showed me a few pictures of her from her Instagram and I wonder if she's really that pretty in person. I mean, I've heard (and memorized) one or two songs, but I didn't know what she looked like in person. So, here I am. In the middle of a thousand sweaty fans, chanting the name of some artist I don't know.

I hear the guitar starting to rev up and I take that as my queue. I walk out on stage and the screams grow louder. I wave to the people in the back, give a kiss to the side sections and nod towards the VIPs. It's just routine now. I walk to the microphone and the first song of the set starts.

Holy fuck. Damn, she's really beautiful. Way better in person. She's wearing this tight, black mesh shirt with military style cargo pants and black doc martens. Her light hair tied up into a bun that rests on top of her head, clearing a view of her perfectly made face. She nods in our direction and I hope to God she didn't see me staring at her like she was a piece of meat. I mean, she probably gets it a lot, but I don't want to be those guys.

The first song runs smoothly as usual and I make my introduction to the crowd. "Hello, Los Angeles!" The crowd roars and I laugh, already cheering me up. "How are you guys in the back?" I peak over a few hundred people to see others waving signs in the air. I wave towards them and smile big. They always know how to cheer me up. "What about you guys on the sides?" People from the sides start going absolutely nuts. God, what a thrill. "And you guys in the middle, how are you?" My eyes immediately go to the VIPs. They're the easiest for me to look at considering everything is pretty dark. I scan the crowd of hyper fans and land on someone in particular. He's standing with two other guys, who are mimicking the actions of the other fans, but this one's different. He's completely frozen under my gaze. The look in his eyes is far from everyone else's and it makes me stop my introduction entirely. My eyes glued to his. I recognize him, but I can't put a finger on where. He's wearing a striped shirt, hair askew and has a small pendant wrapped around his neck. Holy fuck, he's really hot. I bite down on my bottom lip. His friend bumps into him and it not only breaks him out of our trance, but me as well. I quickly bring the mic up to my mouth and continue on like nothing happened. Hopefully, no one noticed. "Alright, are we ready to party LA?" The crowd roars again. Yeah, I don't think anyone noticed. Onto the next song.

She saw me. She ran her eyes over me. She bit down on her lip. I've never been so under the mercy of such a powerful woman like that. When Bobby bumped into me, I was so close to kicking his ass. When I look back up, she's off continuing with the rest of her concert. Well, there goes my shot. Thanks Bobby.

Time has passed and I'm now on my tenth song out of twelve. LA always has the best crowd, especially if there's a cute nameless stranger slightly bouncing to your songs a few feet away from you. The next song starts up and I glance at him once again. He smiles wide and mouths the words to the song. An idea pops into my head.

She walks over to the edge of the stage and jumps down to the crowds level just behind the barrier. She walks closer to the barrier and the security guards come quickly to her side. She clasps hands with a few strangers and lock eyes with me. I come closer to her and she finishes a verse. She points the mic towards me as a joke, but I actually sing into it. Her expression changes from joyful into complete shock. I always thought that I was okay at singing, but by the look on her face, I'm not half bad.