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My ears are still ringing from the concert when a guy in a black suit and sunglasses stops me at the exit of the venue. "You need to come with me," he tells me sternly, reaching to grab my arm.
I duck away, knocking slightly into someone in the crowd behind me. "What?" I ask, thoroughly confused. I am a bit of a bad girl, but tonight I had been on my best behaviour. Anything for our Queen and Saviour, Renee Rapp. I should not have even been on any security's radar tonight, and yet…
"She wants to see you," the security guy tells me, reaching for my arm again.
"Who does," I ask with a spark of hope fluttering around in my tummy. But I don't get an answer. He just keeps trying to grab me and I just keep having to duck away.
This is not how I imagined my night going. I had imagined a night full of fun and singing Renee's songs back at her, hoping that my enthusiasm would get me noticed. I did not want to end my night with the prospect of getting kidnapped.
"She's resisting," the guy says into his walky-talky. "Bring her out or we might lose her."
The spark of hope ignites, the chance of being wanted, being noticed, by Renee Rapp has gone up higher than I ever expected it to. There's no way it's not her. Who else would have security here? And I really was attention catching tonight with my red lacy skirt and denim tank top, hair rolling in waves down my back occasionally hiding the gold glint of my big hoop earrings.
All of a sudden the remaining crowd parts with a gasp. I turn around to look at the commotion and that's when I see her. Renee looks stunning tonight, wearing the same asymmetrical skirt from when she was performing, but a more casual halter top now. Her blonde hair glitters under the artificial light of the concert hall. My own chocolate brown eyes lock with her stunning blue orbs. She's looking right at me with a small smirk hugging the corner of her mouth. I blush under the intense gaze, mouth dropping open a bit as she stalks closer, hips swaying tantalizingly.
"Hey," she greets when she gets close enough. "You're that girl."
"That girl?" I practically whisper to myself in shock.
"Yeah," Renee says like she hears my whisper. "You're like really hot," she tells me pointedly. I blush even more, my breath getting more shallow.
"You think I'm hot?" I ask with a smirk, gaining more confidence as the time passes. This is exactly what I wanted, so why not take it while it's available? I'm hot and confident and totally a legal age enough to bag Renee Rapp (AN: Happy 18th M).
"Who doesn't," Renee talks quietly, almost distracted running her eyes up and down my body. "What's your name?" she focuses back on my face, catching my eyes and never letting them go.
"It's Y/N."
"Do you want to go on a date with me, Y/N?"