- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- - Fantasy
- Sci-fi
- Horror and Thriller
- Romance
- Modern (with a twist)
- Magical
- Historical
- Almost anything really
It was a balmy Saturday evening. The Lion's Mane concert venue, which had only an hour earlier been filled to the brim with concertgoers, was now mostly empty. A line of people, mostly young women and teenagers, poured out from beyond a door to the band's green room.
In that line stood Bea, the certifiable biggest fan of Maverick. Her ears still rang from the deafening concert earlier, but it didn't bother her. She had been in the first row, so close to the stage she could even touch the band members when they came to its edge. She'd shown up hours early to camp for her spot in the front, sustained by nothing but her fanatic love for the band.
Anxiously, she clutched her VIP ticket tightly. Living on a bartender's salary, she never could have dreamed of buying a VIP pass on her own. She had won hers from a radio giveaway the weekend before. All weekend, she sat by the radio with her phone at the ready. Within seconds of hearing a Maverick song, she'd dial into the radio station, hoping desperately she'd be the lucky caller. Winner after winner made it through and she had begun to lose hope but refused to give up. Finally, just as the beginning chords of "Your Love" pierced through the air, she dialed the number one last time. The dial tone was deafening as she waited, but when she heard the words "congratulations", she screamed. Finally, finally, she had won. She would get to meet the members of Maverick.
She'd been obsessed with them for years. It all started when she heard one of their songs while going through a tumultuous breakup. Something about the lyrics, especially in the lead singer's voice, spoke to her. As he sang about his own heartbreak, Bea couldn't help but imagine he was singing directly to her. The rest was history. She quit her bartending gig, packed everything into her car, and began traveling the country following Maverick's tour. She worked odd jobs to sustain herself, but besides food and lodging, all of her money went towards buying tickets to see their shows.
That was three years ago. Now, as a burly bouncer checked her ticket and waved her through, Bea felt as though she might faint. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she practiced the speech she had prepared to give Maxwell, the lead singer. His songs had been there for her when no one else was.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking desperately for the singer. Then, she saw him.
Instantly, it was like the world had stopped turning. The ringing in her ears cleared and it was as if she couldn't see anything else, just him. He was as gorgeous up close as he was on stage and Bea could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she smoothed her hair down and approached him.
She opened her mouth to speak, ready to bare her heart and soul to him, but nothing came out. She was thoroughly starstruck.
She stood like that for a moment before finally, she mustered the courage to speak.
"I'm Bea," she blurted out, extending her hand. "I… I love your music. It's just so…" she trailed off as his steely brown eyes met hers, butterflies exploding in her stomach. "Beautiful," she breathed.
In that line stood Bea, the certifiable biggest fan of Maverick. Her ears still rang from the deafening concert earlier, but it didn't bother her. She had been in the first row, so close to the stage she could even touch the band members when they came to its edge. She'd shown up hours early to camp for her spot in the front, sustained by nothing but her fanatic love for the band.
Anxiously, she clutched her VIP ticket tightly. Living on a bartender's salary, she never could have dreamed of buying a VIP pass on her own. She had won hers from a radio giveaway the weekend before. All weekend, she sat by the radio with her phone at the ready. Within seconds of hearing a Maverick song, she'd dial into the radio station, hoping desperately she'd be the lucky caller. Winner after winner made it through and she had begun to lose hope but refused to give up. Finally, just as the beginning chords of "Your Love" pierced through the air, she dialed the number one last time. The dial tone was deafening as she waited, but when she heard the words "congratulations", she screamed. Finally, finally, she had won. She would get to meet the members of Maverick.
She'd been obsessed with them for years. It all started when she heard one of their songs while going through a tumultuous breakup. Something about the lyrics, especially in the lead singer's voice, spoke to her. As he sang about his own heartbreak, Bea couldn't help but imagine he was singing directly to her. The rest was history. She quit her bartending gig, packed everything into her car, and began traveling the country following Maverick's tour. She worked odd jobs to sustain herself, but besides food and lodging, all of her money went towards buying tickets to see their shows.
That was three years ago. Now, as a burly bouncer checked her ticket and waved her through, Bea felt as though she might faint. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she practiced the speech she had prepared to give Maxwell, the lead singer. His songs had been there for her when no one else was.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking desperately for the singer. Then, she saw him.
Instantly, it was like the world had stopped turning. The ringing in her ears cleared and it was as if she couldn't see anything else, just him. He was as gorgeous up close as he was on stage and Bea could feel heat rising to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she smoothed her hair down and approached him.
She opened her mouth to speak, ready to bare her heart and soul to him, but nothing came out. She was thoroughly starstruck.
She stood like that for a moment before finally, she mustered the courage to speak.
"I'm Bea," she blurted out, extending her hand. "I… I love your music. It's just so…" she trailed off as his steely brown eyes met hers, butterflies exploding in her stomach. "Beautiful," she breathed.