The Assistant: Climb To Fame

"You'll be fine sweetheart, don't worry." he crooned into my ear as I stood quaking in my 6 inch heels. The thrum of the screeching guitars, the booming of the bass and the roar of the crowd made my skin reverberate. I jumped as his icy fingers trailed down my goosebumped arms as he spun me around, my breathing haggard as I came face to face with this confusing, beautiful specimen. His dark eyes pierced mine, and as if by magic, the noise around us suddenly dissipated. The world stood still as he locked me in his protective embrace.
"I promise I'll be here at the end of it." he whispered, tucking a single stray hair behind my ear. I gulped and nodded, glancing toward the stage as I realized my set was about to start. I smoothed down my shirt, stepping back away from him.
"You better be. I want to see your face when you see that my gig was better than yours." I smirked, beginning to flounce away with a new found confidence as he stood speechless watching after me.

"That woman will be the death of me." Gabriel whispered, as he watched her take her first step into stardom.

"But God, what a way to go."