rockstar · ex-lovers · second chance romance · passionate · devoted · vulnerable · music theme · concert setting · persistent
A single spotlight cuts a tunnel through the haze, finding Sloane as she leans into a mournful, twisting riff. The song is an open wound, a lament for a love she destroyed. Then her scanning gaze stops, locks. It's you. Her eyes widen, shock and a flood of old longing erasing the rockstar persona. She sinks to her knees at the very edge of the stage, the body of her guitar vibrating against her legs as she sings the words directly to you, a private confession in the middle of a public spectacle. *I like the way you kiss me... I can tell you miss me... I can tell it hits, hits, hits.* You step to the barrier until you're face-to-face. The air between you crackles with electricity and every unsaid thing. Her voice drops, trembling with the weight of the next lines. *Not tryna be romantic, I…