Alex Turner - Songs Imagines

Party (1)

*Listen to: " N.1 Party Anthem - Arctic Monkeys*

It's kind of a big night for you: your first performance outside your hometown.
Your manager and friend, Mark Bianchi, was able to sneak you in the set-list for the party hosted by L.A.-based indie record label 'Rebel Rebel'. Mark has been bargaining with the label to sign you up and, at last, he almost convinced them. It all depends on how you do tonight.
Needless to say you are nervous as fuck.

You arrive together at the venue. Posh, but a little tacky on some of the decor, like cages, poles, lights in the floor. Las Vegas meets London. You were there earlier during the day for the sound check and met some very good artists who are also going to play there tonight. Exciting.
A lot of people are already there. Mark checks you in and stops to talk to the organizer of the event and the representatives of the label.

You're so grateful for him. He's great with people, while you're very introverted. You couldn't do it without him. And he's really an amazing guy. If it wasn't for the fact that he is gay, you two would be a great couple.
He walks you to the backstage, gives you the schedule and all the instructions for the night. "You're on at 8 o' clock. You're the second act." Ok. I have some of time to try and calm my nerves. And drink. God yes. I need a drink.

"So, honey, they were telling me a bunch of cool people are invited to this party. They didn't tell me exactly who, or what bands, but they said some important names will be here." Mark says.
"Wha..? Ok, why are you telling me that?! Like I wasn't nervous enough!"
"Just so you can get used of the idea, babe, rather than get surprised and freak out at the worst time."
You look at him with a panicked expression.
He grabs your shoulders. "Girl, you'll be great. Just like always. Just be 'you' and you'll do great. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Why don't you go get something to drink, while I do some networking? Don't get drunk though."
"Yes. That's a great idea. And don't worry."

You find an empty seat at the bar and order a cocktail. You drink a few sips and work on your breathing. It helps a bit. You're so concentrated on trying to ease your tension that you're not even looking at the people around you. But maybe it's intentional.

***
Alex is on the other side of the bar, chatting with some people. One of them works for the label and he's a friend of him.
While he's ordering another drink, Alex notices you. Sitting alone, sipping your drink, laughing at an imaginary joke. In your leather jacket, with the collar popped up, and sunglasses. Indoor.
You attract him.

His friend notices that he's looking at you. "That's Y/n Y/ln. She's going to be our new acquisition. She's good. I heard some of her stuff, very interesting, original. She's made a name for herself in the clubs down in San Diego. She'll be performing later."
"Oh yeah?", Alex comments, interested, curious.
"Yeah, don't miss her", his friend recommends.
"I'll make sure not to." He says, sipping on his drink, keeping his eyes on you.

***
You finally relax a little and look around, realizing that you're still wearing your sunglasses. Shit. What an idiot. Embarrassed, you push them up on your head. You take the last sip of your drink and wish for more, but better not. Whoa isn't that the guy from Tame Impala? You see another couple of familiar faces and you feel excited.
"Can I offer you a refill?" Somebody asks you, indicating the empty cup.
"Oh, no thanks," you look up but the lights are blinding you. "I'll perform soon, I don't want to go drunk...-" you finally realize who he is. It's Alex Turner. "...on stage", you finish the phrase and swallow loudly. Fuuuuuuuck!

He's one of your favorite artists, not to mention a big inspiration for you, and you always had a crush on him. And here he is, right next to you, offering you a drink?! He looks hot as hell. He's wearing a dark blue suit and his white buttoned (or should we say unbuttoned?) down shirt is half open on his chest. His pants are VERY tight. His hair is impeccably combed back, only one solitary lock escapes the hang of the gel and falls oh his face. Your heart makes a pirouette. His dark eyes are very penetrating.

"Yeah, I get it", he says, "Big night, eh?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm Alex, by the way" he says offering you his hand."
"Oh, I know who you are." you say with a smile, shaking his hand. You're blushing, you can feel it. Damn it. "I'm Y/n."
"I heard about you, Y/n", he says, to get the ball to roll.

He did?!? "Oh yeah?" you comment, trying to not sound too excited. "I hope you heard good things."
"Very good things, actually. From someone on the inside."
"You mean...somebody from the label?"
He winks.
Jesus F. Christ, that smile. You smile back. "Good to know, I feel like I'm gonna do an exam tonight!"
"So, when are you supposed to go on? I'm curious to see you." he asks.
"8 'o clock. Soon." you reply, looking nervously at the time.

"I remember that feeling." She says. "Enjoy those feelings, those emotions. They won't come back. The first gigs outside familiar territory. The first successes. They will always be my best memories, ya know."
You reply with a smile.

Mark comes up next to you. "Mr. Turner! It'such an honor to meet you. I'm Mark Bianchi. Y/n's manager. We're big fans, Y/n and I" he says shaking hands with Alex. "I hope you're sticking around for her performance, she's something else."
"Oh yeah so I've heard. I won't miss it."
The first act is starting.
"Y/n, we should go." Mark tells you.
"Yes, Mark. Well, I would like to know your impressions later", you tell Alex, adding an almost imperceptible smirk.
"Absolutely. And the offer still stands." he replies. That smile, again.

***********End of part 1**********

-This story is a little longer so I'm going to divide it into parts. I got a little carried away. The truth is that I was having so much fun writing it and I couldn't stop!-