Oscar ‘

he’d step in, getting a ticket. For his exes concert… Damn he misses you. He’s never heard your music before, you just started and you’re already so famous. Hundreds of people come in, clapping as they’re so excited. Your names Grace. Shit, there she is, sitting at her little wooden seat on the stage. Then thousands of people start entering, sitting in their seats patiently. She waves, smiling as she holds her guitar. Everyone smiling and waving back happily. Back up singers, men and women come to the stage as the back up singers and dancers. Shes wearing a tight black strapless leather dress, showing her curves. Black high heel boots. French tip nails shining in the dim light as it flashes onto the stage, where she gets her guitar ready. “God wonder what she sounds like…” Oscar says to himself. Fluffy brown hair messy over his head. Grey eyes shining on her body as he sits in his seat. Her long wavy brown hair, dangling over her shoulders. He’s wearing a tight leather jacket as he gets ready to hear her for the first time. Muscles flexing underneath.