The concert hall soon started to fill with people, chattering voices, and the scrapping of chairs could be heard behind the red curtain. I peeked nervously out, I was slowly being made up with make up, I pulled the curtain back, and allowed the makeup artist, to complete the task of getting me beautiful.
The bell rang overhead, and everyone started to gather, the dancers, and performers, all lined up ready to enter the stage and put on a mind blowing show. I stood nervously, and the curtain drew open, darting out in the dance I was taught so well, we welcome behind us the dancer, the one that everyone really had come to see. The lights beaded down on us, and I could already feel myself sweat.
The performance when very well, and breathless we all gathered backstage for the handful of people who were invited for the party to celebrate our ending night.
Gripping the tall glass, I drunk down the contents and I scanned the room, I didn't see him at first, he looked out of place being here, his face wasn't a face you'd see around an after party. I wondered instantly who he was and if he enjoyed the show.
He made his way over, he had long legs, and long arms to match, he had broad shoulders, and a masculine body, I drew in a sharp breath as I saw he was much taller then I was, it was a few inches, but a few inches for me was a lot.
His eyes looked right into mine, he waved his hand in front of the waitress who offered him a drink, he said nothing, he stepped right around her, eyes locked on to me. I felt scared all of a sudden, and felt unsure about him, there was something in the corner of his eye, that I just didn't like.
"How are you Love?" he spoke with a Doncaster accent. I swallowed, in my fright and returned the greeting casually.
"Good, did you enjoy the show?" I had invited a discussion I realized, and I suddenly hated myself for it.
He took the glass from my hand, putting it on the tray of a passing waiter.
"I'm Louis" he told me, his eyes were looking into my eyes, so deeply, as if they were scanning me.
"I'm Grace" I told him.
"You were center stage?"
I shook my head, feeling myself unsure of where he was taking this.
"I am a backup dancer, Mia is centre stage"
He wrapped his hand around my wrest pulling my breathlessly close.
"No Love" his voice made me tingle the look in his eyes breaking my will down, making me melt in his hands "Your center stage" he spoke.
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Centre Stage (LouisTomlinFF) (Completed)
Fanfiction"How are you Love?" he spoke with a Doncaster accent. I swallowed, in my fright and returned the greeting casually. "Good, did you enjoy the show?" I had invited a discussion I realized, and I suddenly hated myself for it. He took the glass from my...
