Chapter 6

The spotlight turned on, all eyes on me. The beat drops and the bass is booming loud, the crowd chanting, "Starchild! Starchild! Starchild!" over and over again. I start singing, the crowd goes crazy, screaming their heads off. I smirk sexily and the whole front row faints. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I feel the song dance through my nervous system. As I reach the end of the song, I look into the front row at the only remaining person. He's smiling as I passionately sing the last line of the song to him. His eyes sparkle and my heart melts as he wrap his arms around my neck. I've seen these eyes before, but at the moment, nothing matters but us. I grab his face and pull him into a deep and loving kiss, the crowd cheering and screaming with delight as I run my fingers through his soft brown hair.

I awoke with a gasp, panting, my sheets in knots and my pillow covered in sweat. I put my face in my hands and groan in annoyance with myself.

"Get it together, Elliott." I said, "You have to focus on the most important thing right now, and that is not a guy, it's becoming famous. No matter how sweet, funny, adorable..." I caught myself and grunted. "Ugh! Stop it Elliott!" When I first arrived in New York, my path to success did not include finding a boyfriend. I was independent and self-sufficient, not going to rely on anyone to get me anywhere or let anyone interfere with my plans. But ever since Kurt drove me back to my apartment, the thought of having someone to walk down the red carpet with me didn't seem so bad. As I got up to put my makeup on, I thought more and more about Kurt. He was younger than me, but only by a couple years, so it wasn't like it was wrong to like him. Although, there was one issue. Santana had said that he had a fiance. I sighed as I changed into my black sweater and a pair of navy blue skinny jeans. Of course he had a fiance already. I mean, no one could deny that he was amazing. So kind and caring, with a perfect face to match, and I bet he had the sweetest and most melodious singing voice. I swooned lightly at the thought of Kurt singing a ballad. I grunted and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Forget it," I said to myself, "Just focus on the music." I grabbed my glasses, put them in my satchel, and left my apartment. Suddenly, I heard a loud beep that made me jump. It was Kurt's car, parked in front of the building. Kurt stuck his head out of the window.

"Hey spazz!" He giggled. "Thought you might need a ride." I laughed and walked up to his window, clutching the strap of my satchel tight out of nerves.

"You didn't have to do this. I was perfectly fine with walking."

"Well, if you wanna know the truth, I adore the shoes you wear and if I ever am going to borrow them someday, I can't let you wear them down by walking everywhere, now can I?" Kurt tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger. I smiled and laughed lightly.

"I guess not." Kurt flashed me a smirk and pointed to the passenger seat.

"Get in here, Starchild." I smiled and got into the car, blushing beyond belief. "Eh hem?" Said Kurt, staring at me seriously.

"What?" Kurt put his hands on his hips.

"I am not driving this car until you put a seatbelt on. I won't have the newest member of my band flying through the windshield!" I laughed as I put my seatbelt on, imaging myself flying.

"Alright, alright! Happy?" Kurt smiled.

"Yes, very." It took about 15 minutes to get to his apartment, where I was greeted by a wave of girls.

"Hi!" Said the girl who I recognized to be the guitarist from my audition. "My name is Dani! Nice to see you again, Starchild." I giggled.

"Actually it's E-"

"His real name is Elliott everyone!" Exclaimed Kurt with a smile.

"Ooooooooh!" Said everyone in unison, making me laugh. Another girl, with brown hair and tan skin, approached me and shook my hand with a strong grip.

"My name is Rachel," she said, "Rachel Berry. Pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine!" I said, pulling her into a friendly hug. She blushed and pulled away gently.

"So," said Kurt, "first order of business is to come up with a band name. I have ordered pizza to help energize our brains, so let's get started!" We sat in the living room, staring at each other for hours with no luck at a band name.

"We'll never get a name with Kurt shooting down every idea we have!" Yelled Santana.

"Hey! I'll know the right name when I hear it!" Shouted Kurt. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Kurt's apartment was much bigger than mine. There was certainly a lot more room and they had much more furniture than me.

"They're so lucky," I thought to myself. "They must be doing so well to have all this stuff. I'm happy for them." Just as Kurt was about to call the meeting to an end, Rachel said,

"Why don't we call ourselves, 'Pamela Lansbury'?" She laughed afterward, but everyone gasped. "Guys, I was kidding!"

"No, it's perfect!" Exclaimed Kurt. "A band with the raw sex appeal of Pamela Anderson, mixed with the quiet dignity of Angela Lansbury!" Everyone nodded and smiled, silently agreeing with Kurt. "Rachel, you're a genius!" Rachel blushed and covered her cheeks with her hands. "Come on!" Said Kurt, hopping off the couch in excitement. "Let's go practice!" He skipped into another room, leaving the door open so we could follow. I chuckled as I watched him leave, admiring him from afar. I followed after everyone else, hearing the mics warming up and the guitar being tuned. "Ok," said Kurt pointing to different positions, "Santana you stand here, Dani you go there, Elliott you stand between them, I'll be here, and Rachel you come next to me." Everyone went where they were told and Kurt nodded to Dani, signaling her to begin playing. She started playing Roar by Katy Perry and Kurt began to sing. My eyes widened hearing his voice. It was angelic and it flowed through my mind like a river. I couldn't hold in my emotions anymore, I began to sing along with him. The feeling of ecstasy returned to me as I did so. It felt so good to sing my emotions, to feel the music ripple through my body once again. I closed my eyes and couldn't help but dance to the rhythm, rolling my body and swaying my hips to the beat, letting the music guide me as I sang. I opened my eyes and noticed Kurt, resting his eyes upon me. His eyes were wide, his face blushing red, and his mouth open in awe. I smirked and licked my lips, acting sexy so he could see. He giggled and closed his eyes, looking down with a smile. I winked at him as we all sang the last line of the song.

"That was great guys!" Said Dani, out of breath from her high note. I beamed with delight. I had never felt so good!. I walked over to Kurt, who was facing the other direction, talking to Rachel.

"You're a really great singer Kurt," I said. "I'm impressed by your vocal range. You think you could teach me to hit that high?."

"Yeah, yeah," replied Kurt, his eyes focused on the floor, "I don't know if that's gonna happen. Practice is over for today anyway."

"Oh," I said softly, "Well, maybe we could get together some other time and-"

"No!" Replied Kurt swiftly and rather loudly, making me flinch. "No, we can't do that..."

"Well," I said disappointed, "can I get a ride home?" Kurt turned away from me.

"I don't have enough gas, sorry Elliott." He walked away from me quick and went into the other room. I didn't understand. I thought everything was okay.

"Come on Elliott," said Rachel, grabbing my hand, "I'll drive you home. I need to talk to you about something."