Charlie
She stands at the side of the stage, hidden in the shadow of the wings watching him perform. As always when he is on stage he is angry, spitting the words into the microphone, storming back and forth. The crowd is roaring, singing his words with him. The arena is large, with the roof closed the noise is contained and bounces off the surfaces, coming together to form an energy so that it feels more like being inside a boiling cauldron than a sports stadium.
He looks up and sees her, standing in the dark, and her breath catches in her chest. He keeps singing, but doesn't take his eyes off her, his ice blue eyes locking onto hers. She had forgotten his intensity. The unleashed power in his every move. Her mind stops, her world shrinks to just the two of them. The song ends, he drops his microphone and strides into the wings to where she is standing. Her heart begins to race, swelling with the sight of him coming toward her. He is so beautiful. His soft lips juxtaposed against his strong jaw line. She has longed to be held by him again, to feel his heat, his hard body against hers. Just before he reaches her he stops suddenly. His arms drop to his sides.
Their eyes still locked, her face begins to flush. There is less than a foot between them. She looks away, embarrassed by the strength of her feelings. She wonders what she is doing here. He is everything, has everything and has had or can have anyone he desires. She is just a girl. The relationship, which had been to her the most powerful of her life, was obviously just another fling to him.
'You're here?' he says. He reaches out and lifts her chin so their eyes meet again.
'Shad-ow, Shad-ow, Shad-ow!' The crowd is chanting, their energy growing. She longs to fall into his arms, to kiss him, instead she says,
'They're calling your name.'
There is no point in saying anything else, it is her voice versus their 35,000, all chanting in unison.
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Ted
Ted stands mid stage in the arena.
'Did you miss me?' he yells at the crowd.
