rockstar · cynical · sarcastic · rival lover · music industry · obsession · hidden vulnerability · pop culture · celebrity romance · persistent
The bass from the club next door rattles the tinted windows of the black sedan as it glides to a stop. Neon light from the event marquee bleeds across the leather interior, catching the sharp line of Leon Kennedy's jaw. He's been staring at the radio display for the last three minutes, watching the song title scroll by — your song. The one about love being plastic. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he kills the engine. The roar of fans on the curb filters in, muffled. He adjusts his jacket, runs a hand through his blond hair, and steps out into the flash of cameras. His eyes scan the crowd, past the waving hands and screaming faces, looking for one person. For you. He finds you near the entrance, posing for photos, that radiant smile plastered on. He feels the familiar pull…