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By Organization for Transformative Works

A Face in the Crowd

Relationships:  Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Lucy Lane, Veronica Sinclair, Jess, Maggie Sawyer

Additional Tags: Rockstar AU, 2 Day snapshot

Inspired by: @cozysinner the rockstar au

Summary: Kara Danvers catches the attention of rock singer Lena Luthor when she attends a concert, she isn’t a VIP that night so Lena turns to Twitter to find her.

Lena stands off to the side putting a bud in her ear, barely able to listen to the opening act. This is nothing new, she’s always nervous before they perform on stage. Her stomach clenching as the crowd’s singing or cheering gets louder. It will be easier once she is out on stage it always is. But getting out on stage, that’s the hard part. Even if it is worth it. Even if she gets off the stage feeling happy, her face flushed, her body sweaty and her limbs heavy with content. It is still hard.

A bottle of water is handed to her by someone off to the side, she knows she should give them a smile but she just takes it, grateful for the cold against her skin and takes short measured drinks before replacing the cap and handing it off. Tightening her pony tail one last time she grabs the bass being handed to her and looks for her thumbs up that the opening act has cleared and they are on. Looking at the group they all nod and she puts on her smile. It’s time to start the show.

“GOOD EVENING NATIONAL CITY! HOW ARE WE TONIGHT?” Lena points the mic out to the crowd listening to the screams, her smile has already started to feel more genuine, the stage lights giving her a new warmth, the crowds surge of energy filling her. The nerves are not quite gone, she has to get through talking to the crowd first while the group gets to their respective places and she can start singing. Pushing the bass behind her, Lena walks further out on the stage where it parts through the waves of people pushed as close as they can get. She walks along brushing fingers with outstretched hands as she continues to speak into the mic. “Are you guys excited?” Lena holds the mic down towards people standing closest to her, letting them scream at the mic. “And what about all of you at the back?” Lena points the mic high above her head to the back of the stadium. “It takes a lot of dedication to walk up all those stairs” Lena gestures to herself and those on stage behind her, “so we thank you!”

Lena walks back to her mic stand, seeing the signal from Jess that they are ready. “National City it is good to be back! You guys know this is my home town, so it’s nice that I get to come back and sing with you all tonight.”

Lena scans the faces, as she secures her mic in the stand, looking from face to face, hoping to make each person feel special. She’s always a little nervous that she doesn’t take enough time to look at the crowd, too involved in the music to entertain. But they keep coming, so she must be doing something right. Her eyes glide over faces, quickly snapping back to one face. A blonde. A blued eyed, honey blonde, with the biggest, brightest smile she has ever seen. All sounds have muffled as Lena stares her hand still wrapped around the metal of the stand. And suddenly she is brought back to reality as the intro to the song is playing around her. Counting off in her head Lena leans into the mic and starts singing, her head turning to Jess off to her right and sings with her. Grinning as each other Lena takes her mic off bringing it over to Jess so they can sing cheek to cheek.
Returning to her stand, Lena replaces the mic before moving her bass back front and joins in with the band. Lena closes her eyes as she sings, focusing on the feel of the strings against her fingers and the music around her. She can feel the drum solo approaching, fades off the bass and the mic and lets Veronica take over as she scans the crowd. Lena tries not to, but her eyes find the blonde in the crowd in record time watching her sway her arms wrapped around the shoulders of two people Lena barely even registers. She smiles enjoying that the girl is so obviously loving the music, her eyes closed as she moves in beat with the drum.

Lena plays bass off and on the rest of the concert, using every opportunity she’s not to walk around the stage singing to random faces in the crowd. More then once seeking out the blonde and singing to her, or the people in her vicinity so she can sneak looks at the girl’s lips as she sings or lip-syncs with the songs. It’s hard to tell from so far away. But part of her hopes that she is singing. Part of her hopes that when she’s not paying attention, the girl is looking at her too.

The rest of the concert passes quickly. Suddenly Lena is wishing everyone a goodnight, trying to remember why she had been so nervous. The same question she asks herself after every concert without answer. Her shirt sticks to her back as she removes her strap and hands off her instrument, smiling at faces she can suddenly see now that nerves no longer fog her senses. Grateful as they take ear buds and hand her another bottle of water. Gulping greedily Lena empties the bottle and places it in a blue bin she passes as she walks down the concrete hall towards her dressing room, hoping she has time to change her shirt and fire off a tweet before meeting VIPs.

Sitting in front of a well lit mirror Lena stares at herself a moment trying to decide if she should take the extra time to wash off her makeup or just embrace the fresh off the stage look. Shrugging she slips off her shirt and grabs a similar one off a hanger sitting on a bar full of clothing options. It feels nice not to have her shirt clinging to her skin. A peek at her phone tells Lena there’s no time to deal with her make up or she keeps everyone waiting. One last look in the mirror and she smiles and shrugs, still riding the high from the concert and excited that the blonde might be in line tonight.

As the last few people talking to Jess, Lena, Veronica, and Maggie leave, Lena finally admits to herself that the blonde wasn’t a VIP tonight. Shifting in her chair she half listens to the group chat now that it’s just the four of them and pulls her phone out of the back pocket of her skin tight skinny jeans and brings up Twitter. After scrolling through the band’s hashtags for a few minutes she hits the compose button and rapidly fires off a tweet thanking National City for a fun night that is immediately met with a succession of likes and retweets. Hitting the compose button a second time Lena types another message and hits tweet.

To the girl in the middle of the crowd with the
blonde hair…dm me ;)
#nationalcity #onebandnighttour
18/04/2017 4:32AM

Maybe someone will know who she is.