It was the best day of your life as you were in the first row of your favorite singer’s concert. Gabriel Novak was amazing with that voice and the way he could play different instruments.
When he came on stage you screamed along with everyone else. From your seat, you could see his muscles move and how his fingers pressed into the strings of his guitar.
Then during one of his songs, he stared right at you, almost like he was playing just for you. You were glad the lights weren’t one you as you felt your face grow hot. He strutted over to your side of the stage as his guitar solo came up. Your heart nearly burst as he sent you a wink.
You were memorized by his movements as he danced his way to the other side of the stage. It gave you a chance to see his bow legs and his nice butt.
Sadly the concert came to an end after they finished their encore. You cheered loudly when they came back out, dancing in your seat as they played their last song.
After taking their bows, Gabriel, and his bandmates left the stage. Everyone around you was buzzing about his performance and how they were each glad they came. You felt the same thing, wanting to remember this night forever.
“Excuse me, miss?” A finger tapped your shoulder as you worked your way to the exit.
“Yes?” You turned, finding a bodyguard. “Is something wrong?”
“Can you come with me?” The guard didn’t leave much room for argument.
You followed him as knots grew in your stomach. “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t….I don’t think I broke any laws.” You tried to talk to them, but they only lead the way to backstage. “Oh. I’m not VIP. I mean a friend gave me the ticket, but….I think you have the wrong person.” The guard opened the door to a plush room, waiting for you step in.
“Thanks, Steve.” A voice came from inside. You peaked into the room, finding Gabriel in a dark shirt and dark washed jeans sitting on a leather couch. “You can come in.”
“I think there’s been a mistake.” You hesitantly walked into the room, watching as the guard left.
“Nope doesn’t appear to be.” Gabriel stood up, smiling. “You sure look like that beautiful girl that was in the front row. Gotta say you caught my eye.” He winked at you again and you felt your knees grow weak.
"Yeah and I gotta add that my face looks great on you.” He pointed to your shirt.
“Uh…thanks.” Your face flushed as you were unsure how you ended up here.
“Listen, I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, but by any chance…do you wanna go grab dinner?” He scratched the back of his neck. “Just food, no hidden agenda.”
“With me?” You blinked.
“Was that not already established?” He joked.
“Beautiful. Sexy. Loves my music. Loves me."
"Well…yes…but….” You bit your lower lip. You’d be crazy not to go out with him, but you didn’t want to be one of those stupid girls that think she actually had a chance only to end up dumped after the sex.
Gabriel seemed to understand as he took one of your hands in his. “I’m not looking for a hookup. I just wanna take you out to dinner."
"Okay.” You nodded, breathing better.
“Great. So what kinda food do you like?” Gabriel grinned.