"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟓𝟒. "𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐥' 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧"

★ Grace P.O.V. ★

"Where the fuck are they?" Jerome growled under his breath and started getting up from the drummer's podium.

"Jerome." I blurted out and grabbed the back of his coat. He looked at me over his shoulder, and his face softened.

"What's wrong?" He asked with worry and sat back down.

"Nothing. Just sit with me longer." I pleaded and leaned my head on his bicep. He exhaled deeply and went in for a kiss, but I set my hand on his face.

"Uh, what's up?" He smiled awkwardly against my palm. I swallowed heavily and glanced at the massive crowd of people.

"W-we can't kiss. All those people are staring."

"I could kill all of them." He offered. I snorted with laughter, slid my hand down to his tie and gripped it.

"You would ruin your plan and commit mass murder for one kiss from your fiancée?"

"I would burn this city to the ground for one kiss from you, Gorgeous." He purred, grabbed my chin and shoved his lips on mine.

"Sap." I giggled into the kiss and cupped his face.

"Only for you, Lovebug." He whispered and abruptly pulled back.

"You know how to play the guitar?" He asked out of nowhere.

"Not really."

"Let's see if I can." He grinned, stood up and paced away to grab an electric guitar. I chuckled when he struggled with putting the strap on himself.

Once he finally managed to get the guitar on him and all plugged up, he came up to the microphone and began recklessly strumming the strings. I groaned and swiftly covered my ears as the horrible noise went off from the speakers behind me.

"Why are we waiting!?" He sang raspily.

"Waitin'! waitin'! waitin'! waitin'! Someone's gonna die!" He belted out. I rubbed my temples to rid myself of the headache I was starting to feel.

"Gorgeous, come 'ere!" He called me. I took a shaky breath and quickly came up to him.

"Mystery solved. You can't. Can we sit back down?" I pleaded and pulled on his sleeve.

"Nope." He sent me his most charming grin, slipped the guitar strap off of him and put the instrument on me.

"I told you I can't play."

"And I can?" He scoffed and shrugged.

"Fair point." I chuckled, gripped the guitar properly and began playing "Smile" by Charlie Chaplin.

"You little liar." He hissed playfully and crossed his arms on his chest. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

"I-I just know a few chords." I shrugged.

"Sing." He requested. I opened my mouth to say no, but I didn't get a chance.

"Please." He implored without a smile. My eyebrows creased at his sudden change in mood.

"Ok." I smiled weakly and began singing softly.

"Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just..." I paused and glanced up at the ginger. He was staring down at me with adoration and a huge grin.