Disclaimer: I do not own the Daughters of the Moon or the Sons of the Dark. If I did…Chris would live, dammit!
Summary: In the music business, one moment is a lifetime to live in. They lived in that moment, together, with one another. Obie x Vanessa. One-shot.
The club was loud and wild, like any other show he had been to. Usually, crowds like these were cheering for him, yelling for his attention. Tonight was different. Tonight he was scoping out other local bands.
He stood in the back of the crowd, letting his blonde hair fall into his face. He was being inconspicuous, and so far, it was working. But being in the back also meant he couldn't see the band that was playing.
The lead vocal was female, definitely, but it wasn't overly feminine. He found himself swaying to the hum of her voice. A voice meant for rocking out, for being pushed outside the limit. The band with her, playing behind her, was excellent, but that voice was fit for a goddess.
He stepped forward, moving through the crowd to get closer to the stage. When he could see her, he stopped. He just watched. Watched the way her long, blonde hair caught the overhead lights and sparkled like rain. Watched the way her eyes, the color of a perfect-day sky, lit up with her music. Watched as her body lured in her fans as her voice belted out the lyrics of a song about a demonic lover. He felt overwhelmed, not by her sheer beauty and stage presence, but by that huge and ethereal voice coming from such a tiny thing.
He wanted to get up on stage, too. He wanted to start singing with her. He wanted to see if that voice could carry the songs her wrote for his band. Because, really, what is beautiful, mind-blowing music without an amazing voice coming together with another?
It was then, as he was thinking about how her voice would sound on one of songs, that her head turned. That golden rain of hair lifted as her face moved directions, and all of a sudden, those prefect-day sky blue eyes were on him, looking into his own blue eyes. He could feel her, the pain and regret she carried in her soul through those pretty eyes. In that moment, the songstress was his, and he hers. They belonged together.
And then the music was over. The guitarist(?) stepped forward, and she turned her attention on him. He kissed her cheek, a tender kiss, a familiar kiss, the one of lovers.
"Hey, Los Angeles! I'm Michael, and this gorgeous girl is Vanessa, and we're—"
"Obie, man! We've been looking all over for you," Dacey yelled, lifting his hand up so that the observer noticed him. The rest of Pagan followed Dacey.
"I was here," cam Obie's short reply. He glanced back up onstage. "You guys check out the band? They're good."
"Singer's hot," Nolo commented, nodding.
"Let's get out of here," Dacey suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.
Obie watched her, the goddess of song called Vanessa. She was taken, both by a band and in a relationship. That was okay. So was he. And in the music business, a moment was all it took to have and to lose. That's what they had that night. Their own moment, where two voices could have been one.
"I'll see you around, Vanessa," he promised in a whispered voice.
Funny, how at that exact moment, as he said those words, a smile lit up her face as Obie left with Pagan and her band was going for another set.
AN: I can't remember. Doesn't Michael play the guitar, too?
I wrote this story, a little Obie/Vanessa because that would be so cute, those two together. Think of it. A barbarian and a Daughter of Pandora. Lol. Review, review, review! I like reviews! Rawr.