Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(34)

I remember them being my idea.

I lift the guitar, putting the strap over my shoulder, my fingers gently touching the strings. I can do this. I watch Troy’s shadow stand in his spot, then I see Nate stand in the middle of the stage. I look in front of me, seeing the crowd screaming.

Chanting over and over.

Holy shit, this is happening.

This is actually happening.

Light beams on top of Nate. I hear him talk to the crowd, introducing the band and himself. When the drums start behind me, my hands sweat up. I close my eyes, blocking everything out.

It’s just me and the music, I chant in my head.

Just me and the music.

Soon my fingers strum over the strings, letting the music, the beat, Nate’s voice guide me. With each song we play, I keep my eyes closed until I feel my body relax. When I open my eyes again, my body is full of adrenaline.

I move my body to the music, as I know for the first few songs I’ve stood like a statue. The crowd is screaming, their energy flowing through me. Nate is singing a very seductive song about sex and pleasure. I watch as he walks from one end of the stage to the other.

Fans reach their hands out on the chance of being lucky enough for him to touch them.

He smiles down at a few women, smirking at them, making different fantasies roll in their minds before he turns and looks at me. Sweat covers his forehead, soaking his hair, his T-shirt clinging to his body. It is such a sexy look that images of him and me enter my own head.

I see his chest moving in and out fast, my mouth going dry. He walks toward me, singing the song to me. When he stands in front of me, making my body heat up for a different reason, my body starts to ache.

His voice is always my undoing.

He could sing to me now telling me to fuck him on this stage and I probably would, at this moment in time. With how he is looking at me.

He comes in closer, his eyes watching my fingers effortlessly glide up and down the guitar head. I’m surprised I’m able to keep playing while I feel this is some sort of foreplay.

When he sings a line about making me scream, I continue strumming until he sings about making me beg. I move the guitar to my side, wrapping my hand behind his neck, pulling him closer to me, as he continues to sing. I press my forehead to his before my lips go close to his. I pant against his mouth before I let him go, stepping back, playing my guitar once again.

I see the look of surprise on his face, but there’s also need.

The look that I’m starting to see from him is like a drug.

A drug I want to keep using.

The crowd is screaming even louder by what just happened. Jeffery wants the world to guess Nate’s and my relationship, so I guess this will do just that.

If I’m going to be leaving in three weeks, no harm in having a little fun before I go.



The rest of the show went in a blur. It’s the last song of the night, so I wait for Nate to tell us which song he’s going to sing. He never plans on the song. He goes by what he feels in that moment.

He decides on Disturbed, “Sound of Silence.” I look at him and his eyes won’t connect with mine. We take our spots and he stands back in the middle of the stage, holding on to the microphone.

He sings the song so beautifully that I can’t look away. The man who was seducing the crowd is now gone, replaced by a sad person. His voice gets stronger. When it’s my part to join in, I strum the strings gently, making sure I mesh with his voice. The crowd is silent as they listen to him sing this haunting song, most of them swaying the torches on their phones.

I wonder what he is thinking.

What he is feeling to want to sing this song.

His voice is piercing my very soul, making me want to cry. Tears prickle my eyes. I have to stop for a moment to wipe them away. When I take hold of my guitar once more I didn’t realize he was watching me.

He sings the rest of the song to me, and I play alongside him.

Once he is finished, I set my guitar on the floor, quickly pulling him into my arms, hugging him. Not caring we are on stage, that we are in front of hundreds of people. I just know I have a huge urge to hold him.

To comfort him.

He hugs me back, his cheek pressed against my shoulder.

I don’t know how long we stand like that, but soon we hear the crowd roaring with applause. I step back. Nate takes hold of my hand, taking me to the front of the stage with him. He lifts our hands in the air before taking a bow. The crowd goes crazy.

I smile out at them.

“Meet Star.”

I give a little wave. The crowd starts chanting my name over and over, causing me to laugh. I see a few flashes of people’s phone taking our picture.

“I hope you liked the show.”

I swear I’m going deaf. I look behind me at Sam and Troy, signaling them to join us. They jog over and I take hold of Sam’s hand, as Sam grabs Troy’s.

“We are Blacken Hart.”

We bow again then start leaving the stage.

“You were great.” Tegan pulls me into her, looking at me proudly. I’m still getting used to seeing her nicer side.

“That thing you did with Nate was hot,” Naomi adds.

I still don’t know what came over me.

I can’t believe I did that.

We head to the meet and greet room, but I tell everyone I’m going to grab a quick shower, as I’m sure the guys want to do the same.