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Groupie Love

Inspired by the song “Groupie Love” by Lana Del Rey. Thank you so much for the idea @catherineahernandez 

I hope you like it!

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: angst


You stood there in the crowd as the lights suddenly shut off and the music started to play. It was a soft, melodic sound – one that you instantly recognized to be your own as you had spent so many months creating it.

And as the instrumental began to play in that dark theatre the spotlight was directed towards the center, illuminating the person who had just arrived.

The crowd went absolutely wild upon seeing the artist, with heaps of screaming fans rushing towards the stage to get the best view of Jackson Wang himself. Standing on his solo stage he smiled that same genuine smile while looking amongst the crowd, briefly waving to fans before beginning to sing into the mic.

As he sung it suddenly sent you in a trance, becoming lost in his performance while his sweet voice soothed your soul. With every word, the lyrics came out beautifully and verse by verse you found yourself mouthing along to the love song you had helped him write.

It felt like you were the only two there at that theatre and you slowly closed your eyes for a second as the music brought back fond memories. You thought about how you and Jackson initially met at a fan signing. At first you didn’t think much of it as you had gone to so many signings for other groups before. But something about this one was different – much different.

You had been completely intrigued by Jackson the moment you two met, not being able to take your eyes off him throughout the entire signing. Unexpectedly he had noticed you in the crowd as well, even keeping an eye on you until you had arrived at his table to get an autograph. When you came to him, he took a good look at your clothing and hands, examining for any particular sign of fan merchandise before he boldly asked who your favorite member was.

“It’s you.”

As soon as the words left your lips, his quizzical brow immediately faded and a huge smile perked up on his face as he proceeded to sign the new album.  “You know…I was hoping you’d say that,” he responded with the smile not being able to wipe off his face as he then kindly handed it back to you.

With a grin of your own you had thanked him before gently taking the album.

But as you did, you found it hard to grasp as you realized Jackson was holding it rather tightly within his hand. You glanced up, looking rather confused for a second before you saw the way he was now looking at you. He had a distinct look in this brown orbs, resembling as if he was longing for something – as if he wanted to say something more to you in that short amount of time.

And while the staff pushed everyone along the table, Jackson did what he could in that moment to keep you there – to keep you with him for just a split second longer than the rest.

However, you were soon trudged along by the staff, being completely caught off-guard as they broke that intimate moment between you and Jackson. While walking out of the room, you scratched your head and turned around – watching as a now preoccupied Jackson was signing another album before finally leaving.

You thought that you would never get to see him personally again until one day you had coincidentally ran into him at a coffee shop, catching you by surprise as he was disguised in a baseball cap and sunglasses. It was only supposed to be a simple coffee run before work but you found yourself staying there with him instead, skipping the small talk and spending hours upon hours chatting about anything and everything.

From then on you began seeing him more often, letting him whisk you away on secret dates and vacations where you bonded over music and would write your best songs together.

So when he sang those familiar tunes about his sweet love, you knew exactly what he was thinking of.

But you had to stay quiet and unknown of course, for heaven only knows what would happen if news broke out.

And as you stayed in that melodic trance your eardrums nearly exploded as the song ended. Fans were screaming at the top of their lungs all the while you snapped out of your thoughts.

Your eyes slowly gazed up at Jackson on the stage, instantly meeting his eyes as he had been looking at you for far too long now. Seeing you in the crowd, he had given you that same longing look just as he did before.

In fact you had now realized that his expression had a saddening aura about it, almost as if he was expressing his apology to you for being a celebrity.

And even as a few girls began to push against you to get to the front, you still kept your eyes on him – smiling that same sorrowful smile you did at every concert of his as a certain line of lyrics came to your mind:

“It’s so hard sometimes with a star, when you have to share him with everybody.”

On Sierra Boggess’ casting in POTO Paris

So yesterday brought the announcement of Sierra Bogess’ casting as Christine for The Phantom of the Opera in Paris. And so far I’ve seen posts of people who are disappointed and fed up to see Sierra in every anniversary production. And believe me, I understand but as a French girl who is going to see the show please hear me out.

Musicals in France have nothing to do with musicals from West End and Broadway. You have like five or six musicals that are really worth it. The rest ? It’s one producer, always the same (Dove Attia if you want to know), he always gets all the spotlight for his productions that are played in concert venues, not theatres. Yes, in France most of musicals are played in concert venues because the system is : some months in Paris and then tour all over France (plus Belgium and Switzerland sometimes). Musicals can stay at most, 1 year or 1 year and half-ish that’s it and you maybe have like 5 or 6, NOTHING like West End or Broadway. Dove Attia’s musicals are mostly pop/rock songs, the type of songs you can easily put on radio or on tv spot with a videoclip. See ? The system is CLEARLY not the same. And the biggest problems in musicals in France, for me, is that you always see the same faces. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Florent Mothe or Merwan Rim or anybody else, but it’s mostly the same faces.

Now, the Théâtre Mogador since its collaboration with Stage has brought West End/Broadway musicals in France, with varied and international casts for some (especially the dancers for Cats that is playing now). Even though the French translations can be a bit… failed ? I’m glad of what Mogador is doing. Because we DO NOT get to have some West End/Broadway musicals feels otherwise. And believe me, when you love musicals and that you are NOT living in the UK or in the US, whenever things are moving to have a bit of taste of that ambiance, of those feelings that you can’t get to experience unless you can pay for plane or train tickets, hotel, and tickets there, you are just happy. For real.

Of course, it could have been good to have someone else, a French singer or maybe another Christine from other productions (London, Broadway, Moscow, whatever). But at least, for people (like me) who are expecting a lot from this run in Paris, to see that Sierra will be there, it’s a bit reassuring. She may be not your favourite Christine, but I like her, she was my first, and I do love her voice (her acting could be better but still). And again, it adds to this feeling of having a taste of this world of West End and Broadway musicals. I assure you, musicals in France have nothing to do with those.

So to sum up. Yes we could have had someone else in the role, it could have been good to see someone else. But you know what ? I’m still happy about this casting. And I’ll enjoy the show if I get to see her (I’m going on a Saturday matinee) or if I get her alternate or understudy. I’m just a bit sad to see people confessing their disappointment or anything else, but I get it really.

Things They Remind Me Of

This is a bit different from what I usually post, but I’ve been really busy with finals and can’t write as much as I’d like. This was just a fun little thing to do in what little free time that I have left. I wasn’t going to post it originally, but I figured that I might as well. Hope you enjoy :) 

Jumin Han: Lavender, tulip-poplars, snow falling, pin stripes, silk, the color blue, cats purring, the smell of cloves, half empty win bottles on star filled nights, kind words disguised as harsh truths, uncertainty, bottled-up emotions, strawberries in glass bowls, stars shimmering through a skylight, whispers of reassurance, unexpected encouragement, awkward laughter, cold nights spent in front of warm fireplaces, unspoken words, dawn.

Jaehee Kang: Lillies, the smell of old books, parchment, roasting coffee beans, neutral colors, clean rooms, late nights and early mornings, the steam rising off a warm drink, warm blankets, gentle breezes, flowers blowing in the breeze, kind acts that go unnoticed, pen against paper, books stacked in corners, pencils scattered across the desk, determination, sheets right out of the dryer, comfy sweaters, watching plays on a Friday night, brochures from theatres and museums.

Hyun Ryu (Zen): Roses, velvet, hot summer days, the applause of an audience, soft music playing in the background, love at first sight, crepe myrtles, spotlights, old theatres with grand flourishes, peacocks, sweet nothings spoken between lovers, shooting stars, holding hands in the middle of a crowd, random kisses placed gently on the skin, the smell of vanilla mixed with cinnamon, late night phone calls, bubble baths after a stressful night, dancing under the moonlight.

Yoosung Kim: Sunflowers, the laughter of children, the smell of a home-cooked meal, puppy love, loyalty, cuddling under a large blanket with a loved one, spring time, windowsill gardens, afternoon naps, game nights with friends you rarely get to see, essays written at the last moment, puppies playing outside, cool sunny days, playing on the beach, butterflies sitting on flowers, birds singing in the morning, hot chocolate on cold days.

Luciel Choi (707): Zinnias, the tapping of keys on a computer keyboard, a sweet smell that you can’t quite identify but it reminds you of your childhood, bright screens in a dark room, lions sleeping in the sunlight, the sun peeking through the clouds, hugs that last too long or aren’t long enough, 8-bit versions of songs, vintage game systems, a kitten’s meow, shy glances stolen at a crush, the warmth of a fire, the glint of metal in the light.

Jihyun Kim (V): Forget-Me-Not flowers, bright stars in the dark sky, waves crashing against the ocean, the smell of rain, swans swimming across a calm pond, camera film, the sound of rain on a tin roof, koi fish, plush blankets large enough to get lost in, satin, camera flashes, cuddling for hours, calm reassurances, little favors done without asking, the sound of an acoustic guitar, Queen of the Night cactus, earl gray tea, soft lights in dark rooms, white lilies.

Saeran Choi (Unknown): Orchids, cherry blossom trees, rainstorms, the sound of thunder, dark colors, a leopard stalking its prey in the night, rock versions of opera/classical songs, wanting something so badly but knowing it will never come, Edgar Allen Poe poems, mint chocolate chip ice cream, being outside at night, the sound of a ticking clock, the smell of metal, sharp glares, that weird feeling you get when you’re awake at four in the morning.