Hey guys! So here is chapter 2! Yay! Guess who appears in this chapter?! ;D Starts with an I...
And don't worry. You'll see Mr. Mischief himself veeeeery soon.
P.S. I strongly encourage you to Youtube Lindsey Stirling when you think of my OC's violin music. She's just. Freaking AMAZING. K. I'll shush now. C:

ENJOY!


Chapter 2: Bass and Sweat

As she stepped behind the curtain, Finn's name was announced and the party-going crowd let out loud whoops. Finn stepped out onto the stage, bright lights pounding around her. Rolling her shoulders back Finn stepped up to the microphone, and flashed the crowd the sweetest grin she could.

"Hope you all like to dance." She simply stated, winking as she stepped back, and allowing the pounding music to start.

As her dubstep-esc music pounded behind her she raised her violin and started to play as fiercely as she could. Within moments the crowd was cheering and dancing.

Finn's nervous grin relaxed and widened, allowing herself to completely immerse in the sweet sound of violin, along with the pounding bass that thrummed through her entire body. Finn deftly swayed and danced with the music, unable to stand still while she played.

Soon Finn was lost in the pounding music, the cheering crowd and the stuffy, colorful strobe lights flashing to the beat.

After her first song, the crowd cheered for more. As the next beat came into play Finn moved closer to the edge of the stage, finally feeling confident enough to stare out into the crowd.

The crowd moved like a horde of fish, some moving in sync with others while others helplessly flailed by themselves. Most of the crowd just seemed to be ordinary people, until Finn starting spotting celebrities into her 3rd song. Finn nearly tripped over herself when she saw the Tony Stark in a private booth, bobbing his head to the rhythm, while two ditsy looking girls hung off his arms. As she stared at him he caught her eye and gave her a thumbs up and a playful wink, which nearly made Finn scream. Eyes widening she tilted her head and flashed a smile at his in response, fluidly positioning her body to the other side of the crowd.

As Finn caught glimpse of some of the women in the club, she suddenly felt under dressed. But then again, she didn't own anybody tight dresses, which she didn't really like anyway.

Finn mentally shook her head and tried to focus. Her thoughts were everywhere and at this rate, the crowd would go home with the urge to change, and scream because Tony Stark winked at them.

At the near end of her 40 minutes she finished with an extremely fast and complicated song, her hand moving so fast over the violin half the crowd stopped and stared at her in awe. Finn closed her eyes as she played furiously, every fiber in her being willing this song to be great.

With a sharp and fluid stroke she ended the song, lifting up her hands and panting like a dog. For a horrifying moment it was silent, and then the crowd broke out in an ear deafening cheer. Finn's grin widened to the point her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. She bowed slightly to her left and right, glancing at Tony Stark for a moment to see him standing and applauding generously. Finn's chest filled with joy as she straightened up.

The DJ to her left let out a loud whoop into his microphone. "AAAW MAN! Did you guys HEAR that!? That was SICK girl. I don't think I've ever heard a violin sound like that in my entire life. Let's give it up to this lovely lady!" The DJ tilted his head with a huge toothy grin, and clapped with his huge hands.

The crowd followed suit, as Finn poked her head over to the mic and gave a soft and joyous thank you. As her eyes searched the giddy drunk crowd, a tall man with ink black hair stared up at her, his eyes flashing at her with unusual brightness that startled her. Before Finn could squint for a better look, she blinked and the man was gone.

As the crowd's cheers slowed down Finn softy placed one hand on the mic, "Thank you all so much. You've all been amazing!" Finn laughed nervously and continued, "My names Finn Fairheart, and I hope you check my music out and support me. Thanks so much!" With a huff Finn looked over to the DJ with a nod as the crowd cheered out again.

The DJ pounded the microphone with his fist, "Yo yo! We got more awesome live music to come, but ya'll can rest assure this crazy thing over here will be back to visit us soon!" The crowd all whooped as Finn stared at the DJ. The way he stated that, didn't sound like he was saying it just to say it, he was serious. They wanted her back.

Before Finn could walk off the stage, suddenly the DJ pressed a finger to his headset. "Oh hold up girl! Looks like Mr. Stark here wants you to play one more song. Let's go girl!"

Finn made a choking noise and turned back to the gleeful crowd, staring at the man in the private booth, who flashed her another dazzling smile and wiggled his fingers at her. Finn was sure she had a completely daft look on her face as she stared back at him.

With a dazzling grin Finn stepped back up to the front of the stage, and broke out into another ferociously fast song.

After many pats on the back and the manager giving her a card and a promise to have her back soon, she was ushered out into the pounding crowd. The music overhead suddenly seemed ten times louder than it did on stage, and even more crowded.

People all around her stopped to speak with her, and quite a lot to hit on her. Finn awkwardly shied away from the guys plainly checking her out, suddenly feeling the urge to run out of the club screaming.

Dying of thirst Finn attempted to wedge her way over the bar, feeling horribly uncomfortable as the sweaty, drunken bodies smashed and grinded on her. When Finn finally made it to the bar she slammed her hands down and hopped onto a stool panting. It was horribly stuffy in the club and smelled like tequila and sweat. I guess just because it's a popular bar doesn't mean it has to be sanitary. . . Finn thought to herself. Or well ventilated.

As Finn asked herself these questions the young handsome man behind the bar flashed her a huge grin.

"Hey! I loved your music. Like, seriously. LOVED it." Finn blushed and repeated an honest thank you for the hundredth time that night.

He grinned back at Finn, "So, what do you want? Everything's on the house for you." Winking as he completed his statement.

She smiled back at the man, "Do you have any Ginger Ale? I don't drink."

He laughed as he bent down under the bar, "You don't drink? Ha ha, alright then. Here you go."

Finn shot him a look as he handed her the soda, annoyed that every bartender seemed to have a comment on her dislike of alcohol.

Gulping down half the soft drink in one long swing, Finn twirled around on her chair to stare out at the crowd. She wished Serena had been here to keep her company, so they could save each other from creeps and shameless flirts. Then start hysterically laughing at each other, especially since Finn had a knack for being oblivious to blatant flirting sometimes.

As she stared out into the whirl of dancing bodies, Finn spotted those same piercing eyes watching her. Finn stared at the man, who appeared to be tall and well dressed with slick hair, but his face was a blur from the lights and bodies.

Finn sipped on her drink and swiveled her stool back around, hoping no one would try sending her a drink, unusual eyes or not.

As she swung back around she looked to her left, nearly choking on her soda. Somehow Tony Stark had made his way to the bar and was sitting one chair away from her. Her eyes locked onto him, unsure what to do. She was surprised he wasn't being mobbed by avid fans wishing to marry him.

Maybe he paid everyone off in here…Or everyone's just too drunk to notice… Finn stared at him blankly as she mused these thoughts.

Suddenly he turned to her, and gave her that wicked grin again. Finn's stomach lurched into a tight and painful knot. She wasn't one to freak out in front of celebrities; she just saw them as people with a butt load of money. But this man was different, he was Iron Man. He was Stark Industries. He was gorgeous, and could probably buy and sell everyone in the city. Finn was merely spare change in his eyes. Or, wallet.

While Finn lost herself in thoughts Tony Stark had scooched his way over to the stool right next to her.

Finn thought she was going to throw up, or have a seizure from her violently shaking hands.

The man held his grin as he stared at her and held out his hand.

"You probably already know who I am, but I'll say it again just in case. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

Finn fought with herself inside as she took his hand, his grip strong and firm.
"Finn Fairheart. Orphan, singer, violinist, philosopher, witty greetings."

Tony laughed and pointed his finger at her. "I like you. Not just because you are cute."

Finn's face flattened. Somehow in hear head, she thought that would have sounded better than it actually did. "Thanks?" Finn said simply.

"You're welcome. Anyway, you're talented. I like that. I like your sound. So, how about you write a song for me?"

Finn stared at him. "Like, singing about Iron Man like that other band did?" Tony stared at her intently and nodded.

"Well, I actually have written a song inspired by Iron Man…Or err...you." Finn said hesitantly, she was still surprised he even liked her music.

Tony held his palm out to her and wiggled his fingers, "Ooh, lemme hear it."

Finn fumbled with her phone trying to find the song until Tony snapped it from her hands and flipped through it himself. "Hey!"

He held up his hand, "No no. I wouldn't want to be rude. I'll find it for you."

Finn stared at him incredulously. Is Tony Stark blatantly going through my phone?

"Oh, you're single. That's good to know." He laughed after this, "Even though I'm sure I'd triumph any one you might have been in."

Finn suddenly felt the urge to punch him, "What are you doing on my Facebook?! Give me that!"

With her fast reflexes Finn plucked the smart phone back from him, leaving Tony staring blankly at his empty hands. Suddenly losing all her nerves she quickly tapped onto her music and found the song.

"Got any headphones?" She asked him shortly.

He still seemed to be in shock that she plucked the phone out of his hands. "That was fast."

"Huh?"

"I didn't even see your hand." He suddenly stared at her with a different kind of intensity.

"Well maybe you were too busy invading my privacy." She retorted.

"Baby, Facebook is not private, and second, I'm Iron Man. I'm not oblivious." Now his stare was just making Finn want to disappear into the shadows.

Finn swallowed hard, "First, don't call me baby. And second, that doesn't mean you see everything." crossing her arms Finn stared back at him.

Apparently no one ever talked back to the playboy, and Finn suddenly realized this was only fueling his interest. "Honey, it does." He leaned closer to her looking down at her.

"I don't like being called honey either." Finn glared up at him.

"Sweet cheeks? Sugar plum?" He asked sarcastically.

"I prefer the terms; gorgeous, beautiful…buzz off." Finn emphasized the last words giving him an irritated look, wanting to leave. Only Serena had figured out she had powers and she certainly did not want Tony Stark figuring it out.

Tony laughed, "I don't think a woman has ever actually told me to buzz off. But, I'll stick with gorgeous."

Finn continued to glare at him. "I think I need to leave now."

Tony leaned back on his elbow and placed his head on his knuckle, tilting his head at her. "Now now, you aren't trying to hide anything are you?"

Finn folded her hands in her lap, "No. Why would I?"

"Because you're afraid of what I could do." Suddenly his eyes changed, full of seriousness and an unknown suggestion that scared Finn.

Finn couldn't resist the urge to run anymore, "You're just trying to pick me up or something. I need to go now. Thanks for the chat." Finn stood up a bit too quickly, startling Tony.

"First you tell me to buzz off and now you are walking out on me?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yes. I am. Goodnight, Mr. Stark." As Finn turned she felt a tug at her coat but continued towards the throbbing crowd of bodies.

Ignoring any protests Stark might have said to her were lost as Finn lost herself in the thick crowd. It was days like this Finn was glad she was only 5'3.

As she moved through the crowd Finn once again felt those striking eyes watching her intently. Chills ran up her spine as she cast her eyes down, now shoving her way through the crowd.

When Finn emerged from the crowd she looked back to see Tony attempting to push the crowd, which only resulted in the drunk crowd recognizing who he was. A sly smile crossed her face as she saw the irritation on his face from the crowd blocking his path. Satisfied he was trapped and those startling eyes were no longer on her she slipped out of the pulsing club, welcoming clean air.


When Finn finally slammed the door shut, she slumped to the ground. She was glad to be home, and was still having trouble hearing from the obnoxiously loud music at the club. Finn closed her eyes and sighed, exhausted from her encounter with Iron Man.

Finn was no super hero and never wanted to be noticed, well, not at least for her powers. Finn may have always felt a draw to fighting, but always assumed she'd be the hero that would end up dead if she tried.

Not even bothering to put any of her things away, Finn dragged herself into her room and flopped onto the bed, drifting off to sleep in moments.