(A/N): This is a rockstar fic. I'm pretty sure that it will become evident whose (whose vs. who's - which is right?) POV it is about halfway through. Hope you enjoy it; I had a lot of fun writing it! Read, review, ENJOY! =D
Disclaimer: *Dancing* SORRY; I CAN'T HEAR YOU! THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD! *Cabbage Patch* STILL CAN'T HEEEAAAAR YOU! *Not owning Glee*
I could hear the insanely loud cheering from the audience. The sound assaulted my ears, and it scrambled my brain. I was pumped. I reached up, about to wipe the sweat off of my forehead, but the stage manager caught my arm. She gave me a look, shaking her head.
I remembered that I wouldn't be able to hear her if she spoke. And I remembered that I was wearing all of my stage makeup. Didn't want to mess that up.
Instead, I nervously flicked at one of my lip piercings with my tongue. I reached up, and fingered the hole left in my ear by the gauge. I grinned suddenly; I must have looked hot.
I felt a hand on my hip, alerting me of the presence of someone else. I turned to look, and found myself face-to-face with my designer. He slapped away the hand that was fiddling with the tight black leather of my pants.
"If you have a wedgie to pick, let me," Kurt hissed, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "You stretch that leather the wrong way, and your ass will have a huge wrinkle running through it."
I just stared at him for a moment, then laughed at his concern.
"The only person I'm worried about impressing with my ass is you," I whispered, turning to lick the shell of his ear.
"Down boy," He muttered, blushing. His pushed me towards the stage, swatting my ass as he went. "Go rock the set; there's plenty of time for that later," his eyes smoldered at me, and I winked.
"I sure hope so," I said to myself. I grabbed my guitar from the rack, walking out onto the stage.
I felt like I was on top of the world – and not just because I was wearing 5-inch platforms. I glowered out at the audience, taking a sweeping view of all of the screaming, death-metal fans.
I solemnly raised one arm up high, making the global 'rock on' symbol with my hand. The people went crazy.
"ANDERSON, ANDERSON, ANDERSON!" They all chanted loudly.
I turned to look to the side of the stage, where Kurt was standing, watching with amusement.
I faced back to the audience, and brought my hand down quickly over the strings of my guitar. The noise blared viciously over the stadium. I heard the music kick in from the band behind me, and I lost myself in the first set.
(A/N): So... yeah! Completely random? Yeah... I know. Anyway! Hope you liked it!
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