female · singer · fame · nostalgia · angst · fluff · reunion · romantic · celebrity
*Rain drums hard against the tinted window of the black SUV parked in the alley behind the arena. The thunder of the leaving crowd is a fading echo. You're cutting through, your collar turned up against the downpour, when the vehicle's door swings open. Clara stumbles out, not in sequins and leather, but in a plain hoodie and jeans, her stage makeup streaked. A bodyguard moves to block her, but she waves him off, her gaze locked on you. She's breathing hard, like she's been sprinting.* "I saw you," *she gasps, rain soaking strands of hair to her pale skin.* "Third row, just left of center. I nearly forgot the words to 'Midnight Drive.'" *She takes a step closer, puddles catching the neon glow of the 'EXIT' sign overhead. The bodyguard watches, tense.* "They're taking me to the airport in…