S. Stan and B. Barnes Imagines

On and On (Sebastian Stan)

Hello, my loves! Yes, this is a song Imagine!

I have a lot of ideas for these and now that my school is being shut down for a month (Yes I still have work to do for it and stuff, but that's beside the point), I will have more time to write.

But yes! This is the first (1st) out of thirty-six (36) song imagines that I am bringing to you!

It's probably gonna be good if you listen to the song while you read this (and you're probably gonna want to loop it cause this is probs gonna be long (sorry not sorry))!

I hope you all love it!

Enjoy!

Oh! This went from happy to angsty real quick. I apologize in advance lol. But then it went right back to happy again.

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Play until my fingers hurt
Write until I find the words
(Ohh ohh)

You were a musician. You were in a band called The Red Stars. Kind of like a Rockstar. You were famous. You loved it all, yet hated it at the same time.

You loved the crowds, the fans, the concerts complete with the adrenaline rushes, the lives you saved with your music, and the endless amounts of fan letters and fan arts you received, you even loved the fan accounts that were made about you.

But, you hated the mass amounts of press, the critic pieces that bashed you and your bandmates, the endless paparazzi attacks, being bombarded at red carpets with interviewers, and all of the failed relationships just because of who you were.

You hated the songwriting parts even though you loved it. You were currently working on songs for the new album that you had in mind for your band.

You played the chords on your guitar until your fingers burned and hurt.

You wrote and wrote until you found the words, but you couldn't find them.

You felt hopeless.

So much that I wanna say
Before the moment slips away
(Ohh ohh)

There was just so much you wanted to say in your songs that you couldn't find the right words for.

You had small bursts of inspiration for lyrics all the time. When they happened you grabbed whatever writing utensil that was closest and wrote them down whether it be on a scrap of paper, a napkin, or even your arm.

So hard to find this place
So hard to catch this chase

It was so hard to get into the songwriting mood.

And when you were in the mood, it was hard to even write and finish a whole song.

You had so many loose ideas on paper in your notebook, but you just couldn't put them all together cohesively.

Now that you fell into me
Hit me like a melody
(Ohh ohh)

You were at a concert one night, hanging out backstage after the show.

You were just walking around, getting away from the mass crowds for a little while.

Not paying attention, you ran into someone. Before you could fall and hit the floor, you and the stranger caught each other in a tight embrace.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" You quickly rambled out and pulled away.

"It's alright. Are you ok?" A smooth and beautiful male voice asked.

"Yeah. Are you?" You asked and looked up at the stranger, finding the most beautiful pair of blue eyes looking at you.

"Yeah. I'm ok." He smiled and it seemed that the dark hallway lit up, like the dim lights somehow got brighter.