Average Girl + Hunky Prince

"By popular demand I present the first chapter to the story, enjoy." - CL

            There was a loud crash and bang upon the drums once last song was clearly over.  The tour had been torturous at first, but now the final surge ran over Phillip’s flesh as the beads fell from his brow.  It was finally over once the crowd’s roars soared throughout the theatre.

            His ripped flesh shone through the tight shirt as he made his leave of the stage into the dark corridor.  With each step his pace accelerated until he saw her before him.  The fever overwhelmed him and her smile was bright as usual.  He despised conversing with her since he was still cursed.

            Her name was Diana Strike and she was the band’s manager.  Her presence drove him wild as the pheromones overloaded his nostrils and his heart soared faster than it had before.  He couldn’t stand the lust boiling within.

            Because of this lustful nature he avoided her before taking his leave of the building.  The emotions were unbearable as his mind drifted deeper into the frenzy.  “She wants me,” he thought.  “She like everyone else wants me, but I’m cursed.  Damn it!”

            His punch was met by the hard stone wall before him as his knuckles reddened from the impact.  “I need to escape now just like I wanted to do when this concert began,” he thought again.  “There’s a Starbucks a few blocks away from here.  I’m sure the atmosphere there will calm this curse.”

            He cautiously strolled towards the location, since he feared encountering the opposite sex before reaching that destination.  The store was beautiful and pristine upon entry as the scent of fresh roasting coffee entered his nostrils.  The scent was like bliss to him compared to the torture earlier.

            The soft melody of smooth jazz entered his ears as he grew closer to the counter.  And when he reached the destination his pace soared again.  His eyes shuttered rapidly at the sight before him.

            She was beautiful yet also plain.  Her long brown locks were neatly tied and sealed away underneath the trademark cap.  Her average form was hidden by the dull attire she was forced to wear.  However the fact that she was still a female struck fear into his heart.

            He slowly tried to back away, but it was too late since she had already noticed him.  Her voice was soft and serene like a perfect melody when she asked, “Are you ordering or not?”  His breaths were shallow before he attempted to approach the counter again.

            Despite the fear he slowly drew near.  His heart pumped more as the trivial words were fumbled around before the clear response escaped, “I’ll take a mocha latte.”  Listlessly she gazed at him before receiving his money.  Once the transaction was complete he headed to the first available seat.

            The location he chose was perfect since the usual clientele was still preoccupied with the rest of the band back at the theatre.  The fresh taste danced along his taste buds as the warm liquid sailed down his throat.  This was bliss he thought as his mind drifted away into the sweet substance.

            While his mind was elsewhere the screams poured in from behind the counter.  The cap from earlier came flying towards him before tapping his coffee.  He panicked as the hot substance almost spilled all over his expensive attire.  His interest was piqued as he turned towards the eruption from behind the counter.

            “That’s the last straw,” the manager cried as his face was full of red.  “You’re out of here as of this instant!”