#225 - For anonymous x3
Filling the prompts “the reader is a film music composer & she meets the lids after her interview on BBC Radio 1, & she meets Van and he says he loves her work & they go out on a date to a film festival & a year later, they’re touring the world together? Making sure that when they are touring, they go to the same countries?” and “a vacation with van to some island? and like spending the day by the pool(in the shade of course cause that baby would burn bless his irish skin) and the beach and coconut drinks and dancing to music and all those beautiful things??”
Bonus mini-request of something involving a lifeguard getting a little annoyed at Van running amuck.
It was instant. You’d glanced up as the elevator doors closed, catching his eyes for only a second. Your body moved forward towards him, but the thick steel was already between you and you were being dragged back down to Earth. Cue sad song; cue Everybody Hurts and Mad World and I Will Follow You Into The Dark and Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) and Sampson.
“You okay?” your agent asked. “Look like you’re gonna puke or something?”
“I’m fine,” you said, taking a step back. I’m just living the start of a bad romance film, that’s all.
Out of the elevator and the doors of the BBC building, you were about to get into a cab. The interview had gone well; the last press you had to do for the film before a short break.
“Wait!” a voice called desperately over a sea of people on the sidewalk.
There he was, weaving through the crowd on his way to you. Cue happy song; cue I Feel Good and Call Me Maybe and I Believe In A Thing Called Love and Hey Ya! and Home.