She stood backstage, humming along to the music. She wrapped her
arms around herself as if trying to shield her naked arms from the wind.
Outdoor stadiums didn't tend to have very protected backstage areas. Her
eyes moved around, trying to find a clear path to the stage. Everywhere
her eyes fell was a box, or extra equipment, or something else in her way.
But it was ok. She didn't need to actually see the star to know what he
was doing. She had seen him enough times to know his routine. On and
offstage, she knew his routine.
Now, the glitter. He'd be pouring it onto his bare chest, the shimmering fragments showering down onto his leather pants. She smiled, thinking of every other time he had done this particular stunt. It looked wonderful on him, and it got all over her every time, without fail. She crossed her arms and swayed gently back and forth, letting her shortish black hair fall over her closed eyes. She pictured in her mind the scene that was going on onstage. It was nearing the end of the show, and he was drenched in sweat. His tight leather pants were molded perfectly to his body. Gold glitter clung to his chest and stomach, as if enough attention wasn't drawn to them just by being visible. His damp hair would fall in his face, sweeping across his beautifully lined eyes. The black eyeliner on his lower lids might even be smudged onto his cheek.
The closing chords of the song echoed through the enclosure backstage, shaking her out of her daze. She remained with her eyes closed for a moment before opening them and stepping forward to look for him. She cried out his name as he jogged off the stage.
"Curt!"
"Stella, baby!" he said, grabbing her up and spinning her around in a spray of sweat and glitter.
She squealed as he picked her up, and continued to shriek and laugh as he spun her. He lowered her slowly back to the ground, holding her until he was sure her platform boots were flat on the floor. He let go and she took a small step back from him. She looked him over from his head all the way down. Reaching up and running a hand through his longish dark hair, she smiled and spoke again, softly.
"You did a great job tonight."
"Just you wait," he said teasingly, a small smirk playing on his face.
She laughed, dropping her hand back to her side and brushed her lips lightly over his.
"We'll see, sweetie. Now lets head back to the hotel and clean you up."
He nodded and swept his gaze around, looking for what needed to go with him. He walked over to an extra amp sitting along the outer edge of the enclosure and picked up a tee shirt that had been laying on it. Stella watched him, studying his every movement. Curt pulled the shirt on and grabbed a duffel bag that was lying nearby.
"Let's go," he said, turning back to Stella.
"They got everything else?" she asked, walking over to him and taking his free hand. The "they" she referred to was the roadies and crew.
He nodded and they began to walk. They went down the steps next to the stage and walked out to the parking field on the opposite side of the barrier from the crowd. Most of the people there were watching the show, although a few did take notice of them. Curt waved to a few fans as he went, but kept on walking. They were almost to the very back where the car was parked, when Stella stopped dead in her tracks. Curt took another step before feeling the pressure on his hand and realizing that she had stopped.
He turned to look at her, and saw her staring off into the crowd.
She had been glancing out into the sea of faces as they walked, seeing mostly the profiles of the people there watching the next performer. She had stopped when she had spotted a face turned towards them, it's light eyes fixed right on them.
"Babe, are you alright?" Curt asked, a little concerned.
"Yeah.fine," she answered, not turning towards him.
"Then why are you still standing here, staring?"
She didn't answer right away, but stood there looking instead. The face she saw was effeminate without losing its masculinity. It was framed with long brown hair, which if it felt anything like it looked, must have been as soft as silk. His hair tumbled over his shoulders, onto the purple frock he wore. Her eyes moved over him, taking everything in. Something about him had stunned her for a moment, as if he had some sort of magnetic power, an ability to catch your attention, just like that.
She turned to Curt and smiled faintly. He smiled back, but his eyes still showed a hint of both concern and confusion.
"What was that?" he asked, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. He had followed her gaze to the young man. A quick once over had told him that he was attractive, and that he was staring at himself and Stella. They were a good distance apart, so he couldn't tell much else.
Stella smiled and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
"Don't worry honey. Just an odd feeling I got. I've never seen that man before, but when I saw him, I got a feeling like he'd somehow be significant at some time."
She shrugged and took hold of his hand again, and began walking. The two of them made their way back to where the car was waiting for them. Stella glanced back once to see those two blue eyes following them. She shivered slightly, wishing the chill running down her spine would disappear. She let Curt open the car door for her, and then slipped inside. She was sure the young man she had seen would come up in conversation later. For now, she'd worry about getting her Curt home and cleaned up.
Now, the glitter. He'd be pouring it onto his bare chest, the shimmering fragments showering down onto his leather pants. She smiled, thinking of every other time he had done this particular stunt. It looked wonderful on him, and it got all over her every time, without fail. She crossed her arms and swayed gently back and forth, letting her shortish black hair fall over her closed eyes. She pictured in her mind the scene that was going on onstage. It was nearing the end of the show, and he was drenched in sweat. His tight leather pants were molded perfectly to his body. Gold glitter clung to his chest and stomach, as if enough attention wasn't drawn to them just by being visible. His damp hair would fall in his face, sweeping across his beautifully lined eyes. The black eyeliner on his lower lids might even be smudged onto his cheek.
The closing chords of the song echoed through the enclosure backstage, shaking her out of her daze. She remained with her eyes closed for a moment before opening them and stepping forward to look for him. She cried out his name as he jogged off the stage.
"Curt!"
"Stella, baby!" he said, grabbing her up and spinning her around in a spray of sweat and glitter.
She squealed as he picked her up, and continued to shriek and laugh as he spun her. He lowered her slowly back to the ground, holding her until he was sure her platform boots were flat on the floor. He let go and she took a small step back from him. She looked him over from his head all the way down. Reaching up and running a hand through his longish dark hair, she smiled and spoke again, softly.
"You did a great job tonight."
"Just you wait," he said teasingly, a small smirk playing on his face.
She laughed, dropping her hand back to her side and brushed her lips lightly over his.
"We'll see, sweetie. Now lets head back to the hotel and clean you up."
He nodded and swept his gaze around, looking for what needed to go with him. He walked over to an extra amp sitting along the outer edge of the enclosure and picked up a tee shirt that had been laying on it. Stella watched him, studying his every movement. Curt pulled the shirt on and grabbed a duffel bag that was lying nearby.
"Let's go," he said, turning back to Stella.
"They got everything else?" she asked, walking over to him and taking his free hand. The "they" she referred to was the roadies and crew.
He nodded and they began to walk. They went down the steps next to the stage and walked out to the parking field on the opposite side of the barrier from the crowd. Most of the people there were watching the show, although a few did take notice of them. Curt waved to a few fans as he went, but kept on walking. They were almost to the very back where the car was parked, when Stella stopped dead in her tracks. Curt took another step before feeling the pressure on his hand and realizing that she had stopped.
He turned to look at her, and saw her staring off into the crowd.
She had been glancing out into the sea of faces as they walked, seeing mostly the profiles of the people there watching the next performer. She had stopped when she had spotted a face turned towards them, it's light eyes fixed right on them.
"Babe, are you alright?" Curt asked, a little concerned.
"Yeah.fine," she answered, not turning towards him.
"Then why are you still standing here, staring?"
She didn't answer right away, but stood there looking instead. The face she saw was effeminate without losing its masculinity. It was framed with long brown hair, which if it felt anything like it looked, must have been as soft as silk. His hair tumbled over his shoulders, onto the purple frock he wore. Her eyes moved over him, taking everything in. Something about him had stunned her for a moment, as if he had some sort of magnetic power, an ability to catch your attention, just like that.
She turned to Curt and smiled faintly. He smiled back, but his eyes still showed a hint of both concern and confusion.
"What was that?" he asked, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. He had followed her gaze to the young man. A quick once over had told him that he was attractive, and that he was staring at himself and Stella. They were a good distance apart, so he couldn't tell much else.
Stella smiled and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
"Don't worry honey. Just an odd feeling I got. I've never seen that man before, but when I saw him, I got a feeling like he'd somehow be significant at some time."
She shrugged and took hold of his hand again, and began walking. The two of them made their way back to where the car was waiting for them. Stella glanced back once to see those two blue eyes following them. She shivered slightly, wishing the chill running down her spine would disappear. She let Curt open the car door for her, and then slipped inside. She was sure the young man she had seen would come up in conversation later. For now, she'd worry about getting her Curt home and cleaned up.