I was wearing my band tee from the first of their concerts I attended. Overhanging on my ripped black jeans was my black tee that read 'crush crush crush'. I felt like I was ready to go. That was until Demi stepped out of the bedroom. My eyes were glued to her as she strutted over to me wearing impossibly tight jeans, paired with a plain white tee with the sleeves rolled up and a flannel hanging off her hips. Demi had also added some blue to her stunning brunette locks and she looked gooooood. She smirked as she noticed the affect it was having on me. This girl never failed to take my breath away.

"You likey?" She asked when she was close enough to run her hands up and down my arms, eliciting a whole other set of reactions from me.

I tenderly took some of her hair between my fingers, being gentle with it until I had a better idea. I tangled my hand in her new locks and moved her backwards until she came into contact with the wall, pinned between that and the lustful state of my eyes. I watched as her gaze shifted from my eyes down to my lips, licking her own unconsciously. That drove me wild. I charged at her lips and immediately snaked my tongue into her mouth. It was a heated exploration and it was hard to tell who's moans belonged to who. After a few minutes I was forced to pull back for air, satisfied by how swollen her lips looked and how dazed she now appeared.

"We're going to be late," Demi insisted without much conviction.

I shrugged, feigning acceptance and began to walk away towards the door. Before I got too far I felt Demi latch onto my forearm. I was pulled back roughly and collided with her body once again, forcing her further into the wall.

"So...I can continue to do this?" I ask as I slip my leg between hers and latch onto her neck.

"Y-yes," she stuttered out, her breath shaky. "God yes."

I decided I'd push my girlfriend to the limits, wasting no time in grabbing roughly at her ass and pushing her higher up the wall. She clung to my shoulders and her nails pierced into me. I moved my mouth up her jawline until I found her soft pink lips. Taking her bottom lip between my teeth I began to suck and nip and earn the most evocative of moans from Demi. I figured if we were to make the show I had ten minutes max, but by how blown out Demi's pupils were I was convinced it would be more than enough.

We made it to the concert just as Paramore was taking the stage. Spotlights circled the arena and smoke machines oozed out fog as the band appeared. Hayley Williams was sporting hair not much different to something Demi would do; a punk haircut dyed red. Actually there were a lot of similarities between the two rockstars now that I thought about it; they both had amazing live vocals, both engaged the audience magnificently at a show, dressed similarly, and held up impossibly high levels of energy on stage. The main thing that appeared to be different was Hayley didn't engage in the same sexy, provocative dancing that Demi did when she performed; not that it would have the same effect on me if she did. Demi was the only one who could hypnotize me and turn me on with the slightest sway of her hips.

The band was on their A-game tonight and I loved that they were playing songs across all their albums. About halfway through the band started playing the first verse of a song I recognised as 'Misery Business'.

"Hello LA!" Hayley called out to the audience, and I knew where this was going because she did it at every show. "This night is not just about Paramore, it's also about the people who come to see Paramore. So if you don't mind I'd like to put a fan on the spot right now. Probably someone in a Paramore shirt so I know you came prepared," she stated as she walked the stage looking for someone. "Let me just go over here to this side...there we are, I knew I would find you."

Hayley pointed right at me and my eyes almost popped out of my head. She smiled as she took in my reaction and nodded encouragingly at me, beckoning me to the stage. The funny thing is if she had just looked one person to my right she could have had a singer a million times better than me. Demi was all for it though, giving me a swat to my ass and pushing me forward. When I climbed up on stage Hayley gave me a hug and had me tell her my name.

"Alright guys," Hayley called out, "this is Grace. I've got a microphone for her and in a minute she's going to rip into this chorus."

The band counted me in and I felt the adrenaline take over.

Demi POV

My girl looked incredible up on that stage. Grace had often told me she didn't like her voice, singing or otherwise. I was beginning to realise though maybe she was just shy around me because she really took control of the song. All eyes on her, in that moment she was a force to be reckoned with and I couldn't be more proud that she was mine.

Grace sang alone, and held tune amazingly well. Hayley eventually joined in and I smiled as the two strutted about on stage, head banging and the like. From the look on Grace's face I'm sure she could feel the incredible sensation I felt when I performed. The song came to a close and Hayley gave my girl another hug before having the audience give her a big cheer. I yelled and clapped as loud as I could, earning a few stares from those around me.

Grace was buzzing when she joined me back on the floor. She immediately jumped into my arms and, though taken by surprise, I managed to catch her. I spun her around, narrowly missing the other people around us. Coming full circle I put her down in front of me and she kissed me with fervour. It was clear she was on a whole other form of high than the one I normally saw.

"You were amazing baby," I shouted over the crowd.

"Really?" She said looking torn.

"Yes...really," I confirmed with a squeeze of her hand.

I turned her around so she could face the stage and we watched the rest of the show with me standing behind her, my arms wrapped tightly around her waist.