Genya

The crowd was going wild, the stadium drumming with energy. The show was going to be a mix of all the songs you wrote with Genya, indie, rock, pop, you guys didn't really stick to one genre. You were putting the last final touches on your makeup, adorned in a short, bell-sleeved sage green dress, embroidered with pastel pink flowers. Leather arm guards were tied tightly on your forearms, and the boots you wore were black, high past your knee. Your golden brown hair was pinned into a messy bun, a flower crown surrounding it. If you really though about, you looked like a forest spirit. Just as you put the makeup back in the bag, Genya walks in, his guitar strapped along his back. His deep purple eyes, his soft fluffy Mohawk, the jagged scar running across his face, he was truly just beautiful, making your heart skip more beats then deemed healthy. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with ripped skater jeans, the tight shirt underneath showing each of his muscles rippling under the fabric.

"Are you ready kotori?" The way your nickname fell from his lips... little bird.

You nodded your head, trying to ignore the way he affected you. You were sure he only saw you as a friend... a co-worker.... Your eyes went downcast, looking at your feet. "Sure am," you replied, pushing away dejection. "Is there something that you needed? Something happened with your guitar?"

"No no, my guitar is perfectly fine. I'm honestly offended you think I would anything happen to my darling child." His tone was playful, joking, yet a hint of seriousness underneath. "I was going to ask you... if I could perform, on my own, a song that I wrote? It would be a nice surprise for the fans."

A... new song? Odd, but you shrugged it off. "Yeah no big deal, I'm excited to hear it." You know you meant it, but it had you nervous, why didn't he share it with you before? Those were the thoughts that consumed your mind as you went on stage. Those were your thoughts as you performed, moving in ways to show off your body, to catch a male's eye. The only eye you were gunning for was Genya's though. What a shame, he was so focused on his guitar. A pang of sadness and insecurity jolted through your chest, but you plastered on a smile and kept performing. Right before the intermission, Genya stepped up to the mic, and with a smile said,

"I have a new song to share with you guys, would you like to hear it?" The crowd went wild in responds, fangirls screaming their hearts out. "It was made with a specific person in mind." He sent a glance back at you, one that you didn't catch, didn't see. You were zoning out, trying to figure who he wrote it for. You couldn't focus missing the signs right in the song, until the very end of it.

"If I chase you away. I’m back to chasing tail. Running circles after what was real. And maybe one day I’ll catch it, and I’ll cry. Wishing that little songbird was still mine"

Your mind stopped, little songbird? That was to close to his nickname for you, what did that mean? As your thoughts went into overdrive, the lights dimmed and the stage started lowering, bringing both of you backstage again. Before you could ask Genya why he used your nickname in a song that he wrote, he was halfway through the crowd of assistants and stylists. His frame was getting farther away. And you stared. Wondering what to do. Then you started after him, not caring that the break would be over soon