• my submission for the heart//beats: music, sex, and emotions challenge. i hope you all enjoy :) •
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Leah had never taken such a large stage before, let alone with an international superstar, so needless to say she was a bit nervous about tonight. Who wouldn't be? It was Evan goddamn Mitchell. She'd been following his music since she was 16, the same age he blew up and got his start as a soloist. Now they were both 25 and she was putting out her first album: starring Evan Mitchell. It was a dream come true and when he refused payment, instead insisting upon her joining him on tour to perform their song for a night, she felt she'd practically died and gone to heaven. Her music opened something new deep within him, he said, it inspired him. One of her very own muses saw her artistry and fuck did that feel great.
Her life had seemed to become one lucky moment after the next and as she sat in front of the vanity in her private dressing room she couldn't help but smile at her reflection.
She'd done it. She'd really done it. And hell, if she had the chops to get herself here she definitely had the power to dominate that stage for her first time tonight. So, as the crew came to alert her that it was time to get mic'd up and go on, she decided to channel that nervousness into a fiery determination to make this performance one of the best that the audience, and Evan Mitchell, has ever seen.
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Evan wasn't a man of few words. In fact, growing up his teachers often complained about his inability to shut the fuck up in class; a misunderstood trait that proved itself to be a gift in his current career.
However, upon seeing the face behind the soul within some of his favorite songs, he found himself speechless for the first time in his life. His fingers continue strumming in auto pilot over the strings of his emerald Gretsch guitar, instantly enchanted as the beautiful woman opens her mouth to sing.
"You felt me," she starts, her eyes meeting his with a gentle smile that makes his heart skip. It's just for the audience, he tells himself to calm his now rapidly thumping chest. "Fire and ice, you melt me."
As she sings her hips sway gracefully to the music, her every step taking her closer and closer to him as the guitar continues its hymn.
"Do I?" Evan smirks. Leah knew he was just trying to be entertaining but still the feeling of that devilishly handsome gaze of his being directed at her made her feel like she was a hormonal teenage girl all over again. The audience felt it too, immediately bursting into a fit of screams at his evident flirtation.
"I'm drowning in your love baby help me," she giggles, brushing a thick curl out of her face as he grins at the sound, "my daddy thinks you're no good and your friends think I'm no fun- but they don't feel this like we do baby I know you're the one."
"They say opposites attract so I guess it's meant to be. Yeah I say it's a fact cause you look too good on me," her soulful voice belts through the tension, voice laden with runs smooth enough to soothe any ears they entered, "good on me."
"Well," Evan's deep raspy voice harmonizes with Leah's as he leans towards his mic stand to begin his verse, "if you think I look good on you then baby won't you try me on. Promise I'm made of real good material don't worry where I've come from."
The voice Leah had listened to practically everyday for the past nine years was now serenading her face to face. The lover she'd seen in those music videos, the pure raw emotion he put into his performances was all being directed towards her and it took everything within her not to faint. This was just business. Strictly business.
"They're in the past can't hurt our future," his charming voice continues, completely each gripping note effortlessly, "and unlike them I won't ever mute you. You sound better when you're loud and I wanna hear you wear your heart proud again."
Leah's leans forward, abandoning her mic to join Evan at his. They harmonize as they sing the chorus, the perfect tension palpable in the spiritual blending of their vocals.
"They say opposites attract and baby I know it's true. But the contrast of my soul looks too good on you. Yeah I look too good on you."
Then, as the guitar hums the remnants of its final pluck, and the last harmony lingers in the air- there's a moment of suspension. It's thick, like a spell of some sort and as Evan's eyes fall down to her lips she realizes that maybe the energy wasn't as fabricated as she'd thought.
The two are finally broken out of their trance and brought back to earth when the audience goes wild.
Leah thanks the audience and Evan before quickly rushing off the stage, the gravity of the situation hitting her at once.
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Leah's rushing mind is interrupted by the sound of a timid knock on her dressing room door.
"Come in."
The door opens to reveal Evan's tall, athletic frame. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Leah's current state of undress. However, out of respect for her his eyes immediately seek shelter in the ceiling. Leah can't help but smile at the simple act of decency.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay," he says nervously, "and also tell you that you were fucking amazing out there, you're a natural."
"Thank you," Leah quips sincerely, "I am okay. And I can also cover up if you'd like."
"No, no you don't have to do that," he insists, "this is your space."
"Then you don't have to do that either," Leah replies quietly, the phrase instantly shifting the mood in the room. Evan's Adam's apple bobs in anticipation as he turns his eyes back down towards the goddess in front of him to meet her hazelnut irises.
"Isn't that much better?"she asks with a cute half hearted shrug, her robe falling off her shoulder and drawing Evan's attention to the beautifully sculpted collarbone above her bountiful bosom. He quickly forces his eyes back to hers before his gaze starts to linger in places he knew it shouldn't.
