Chapter 7

"Who are we actually going to see, anyway?" I asked, while sitting in the passenger seat of Klavier's leather-lined Volkswagen Eos. I was sure he was driving way past the speed limit, but didn't dare to look.

"You will have to wait and see," he said, smiling, but thankfully keeping his eyes on the road. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my seat. The chairs were ridiculously comfortable for a car; surely something this soft should be reserved for lounges.

About an hour passed, while I quizzed Klavier on many of the things I didn't know about him. Where did he live, for example. When I asked about his family, however, he chose to stay silent before quickly changing the subject. I had a feeling I had touched a nerve, so forgot it and moved on.

I was starting to run out of questions to ask him, so I was glad to have arrived shortly later. I didn't recognise the city we were in, but I had my trusty pepper spray in a bag clutched to my side, so all was well.

Klavier parked his car in a huge complex, and before I could blink, he was around my side of the car, opening the door for me. I blushed, again, and grabbed the hand he was holding out to help me up. Surprisingly, he held on to my hand, and he led me out of the multi-storey and towards what I could only assume to be an arena of some sort.

Almost getting mobbed by hoards of teenagers, we entered one of the many doors into the arena. I automatically went to follow the huge groups of people who all seemed to be going in the same direction, but Klavier tugged on my hand and took me in a completely different direction. I shot him a puzzled look, but he just grinned at me and pulled me closer to him. I obliged, naturally, and he put his arm around my shoulders while he led me through a grey corridor packed with electric musical equipment.

"Are you sure we're meant to be here?" I asked him, not doubting that he wouldn't be the slightest bit bothered at getting us in trouble. He looked at my face and, upon seeing I was serious, laughed heartily.

He stopped laughing, and stopped us walking. He turned to face me, and lowered his head so it was level with mine. I could feel his sweet breath on my face as he spoke. "Ema, you seem to be forgetting. I am Klavier Gavin. With me, you can go anywhere." I nodded, incapable of speech, and took hold of his hand again. I trusted him.

He smiled at me earnestly, apparently just realising the same thing that I did, and put his arm back around me. He steered me into what looked like a dressing room, shut the door behind us, and pressed my back up against it. His hands burned holes in my arms where he was holding them still.

Silently, he leaned towards me, and kissed me. Not like the other day, when it was just a brush on the lips. No, this was very different. He pushed his lips as hard as he could against mine, while my arms fought to respond. Realising he still had them held still, he released me, and my arms found their way up his back, to his neck, in his hair. His tongue entered my mouth and he ran it over my bottom lip. I shivered.

Eventually breaking apart, he grinned triumphantly. I coughed a laugh, and looked at the floor, a little embarrassed. He just lifted my head up with his finger, as he had a few days ago, and looked into my eyes, though it felt like he was looking into my soul.

He seemed to suddenly remember where we were, and explained it to me. "So, Ema, in case you had not guessed, this is a dressing room."

"I gathered," I muttered, looking around the room. I had no idea what it looked like, considering I was completely engulfed in my… previous activity, until just now.

"Do you want to see the stage?" he asked me, his eyes lighting up. I had a feeling this was something he would love to do; it was his area, after all. Concerts, I mean.

"Sure," I agreed, grabbing his hand again. "It might give me an idea of whose concert we are actually at, anyway."

Bringing me through a series of doors and corridors, we arrived at the side of the stage. Peering out, I could see millions of fans gathered in seats and on a floor, looking up to the stage eagerly. It gave me stage fright, and I wouldn't even be the one performing!

While I was still looking around the wings of the stage, Klavier picked up a guitar from the side and began to strum. Before my eyes, he played an impossibly complicated guitar solo, and watching his fingers dance around the frets was like watching magic in action. I stood, awed, and continued to look at him, even after he was finished. His eyes met mine, and I wanted to prove how amazing I thought he was. But now was not the time.

Suddenly, the crowd went into action. Screams came at me from every direction, and people were standing up, waving their arms and clapping noisily.

Completely oblivious, I hadn't even noticed one of the band members walk onto the stage from the other wing. His hair made the naturally impossible shape of a cone out to the front of his head. He waltzed up to the microphone in centre stage, and began to speak.

"Good evening, everyone," he growled into the mic. The crowd screamed even louder than I thought possible. Klavier saw me wincing next to him, and couldn't help smiling.

Without further ado, the man on stage began to play his guitar. Nothing as impressive as Klavier's previous jam, but pretty amazing all the same. I clapped along with the fans as he concluded.

Other band members walked onto the stage one by one, until there was only one empty spot on the stage. Klavier pulled me closer to him for a second, before leaving my side and grabbing the guitar again.

"What are you…" I managed to say, before realisation hit me. This was his concert. I was at a Gavinners concert, watching from backstage while Klavier took his space next to the other guitar player, whose name (I suddenly remembered from reading the CD cover) was Daryan.

All of the members suddenly started playing in unison, without so much as a nod between them. The syncopated rhythm shook the stage, and I found my heart beating much faster than its normal.

As Klavier raised his head to the microphone to sing, I anticipated it. I wanted to hear that beautiful sound come out of his mouth, and not just over a disc like I had already. I was not disappointed; his smooth voice drifted in and out of the melody like that was what he was made for.

I cheered, screamed and sang along with the crowd as I saw fit. Once the concert was over, Klavier came back to greet me with another mind-spinning kiss. I almost passed out right there and then, and not just from the heat backstage.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I remember sitting in the front seat of Klavier's car again while he drove me somewhere which was definitely not my home. I also remember lots of loud music, and drinking something… Something stronger than I was used to. I remember being in Klavier's arms, while he placed me back in his car. And I remember him unlocking my door and gently putting me in a heap on the couch. The remainder of that night, or should I say early the next morning, I did not remember at all. And that scared me a lot more than it should.

A/N: Sorry, not much actual dialogue. More next chapter, promise!