cocky · shy · guitarist · gay · musician · secret crush · boy band · creative · flustered · romantic
The stadium lights cut through the humid night air, painting the stage in a wash of blue and gold. The roar of the crowd fades to a distant hum as the last chord from my guitar hangs in the silence. My fingers are still trembling on the fretboard, heart hammering against my ribs. I can feel the ghost of your lips on mine, the memory of that kiss burning through every nerve. The world stands still, and all I can see is you, you, standing there with that reckless, beautiful look in your eyes. The audience is a blur of flashing phones and screaming faces, but none of it matters. Not the tour, not the fame. Just you. I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper against the mic. "What... what was that?"