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Famous Baby (blurb)

The Concert

Song: “Silent” by Ashley Kutcher

The amount of times Auston called you overrated was roughly the same amount of times you called him self centered. So you never expected him to use one of the tickets you gave him for your show on himself, but there he was, surrounded by the five other ticket holders.

“Hey.” You greeted as politely as possible knowing this was his family surrounding him.

“Hey, these are my sisters Alex and Bre.” Auston first introduced you to the two girls you’ve seen in pictures.

They both sent you a wave and a smile which you thought was as far as it was going to go, but the younger one pipped up.

“When Auston gave us the tickets and told us he was friends with you, we didn’t actually believe him at first.”

“Bre.” Auston’s tone came off as a warning.

“Oh did he?” You laughed looking over at Auston for an explanation.

“I never used the word friends.” Auston clarified.

“Yes you did!” Bre exclaimed, “He surprised us with the tickets at a family dinner and when our nana asked who you were he said you were friends and a really talented singer.”

Your smile only grew as you gently nudged Auston’s arm, “talented huh?”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

“Sure it is.” You agreed sarcastically, but put an end to it by turning your attention to the younger girls who were the main reason for the invite.

“Hi!” You smiled brightly greeting the younger girls in front of you. They couldn’t be older than 10.

“This is Gracie and this is Paige.” Auston introduced the two girls.

“It’s so nice to meet you both, my name’s (y/n). I’m so exited that you could make it tonight.” Despite your best efforts the girls remained quiet and needed lots of prompting from there mom to talk. Nevertheless, you continued to talk about the show and asked them questions as well.

Auston would rather do skating drills before he ever admitted that he liked watching you interact with his family, but he did. The way you told his cousins the first song you were going to play but they had to promise to keep it a secret and how you included his sisters in choosing your outfit, those little things stuck with him.

Shortly after your introductions it was time for them to head to their seats and you to finish getting ready.

“Alright, popstar, let’s see what kind of overrated concert you put on.”

“It’ll be the best one you’ve ever been to, Matthews.” You reassured him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Auston warned you.

“Sit back, relax,” you smiled “and most importantly, enjoy.”

“I’ll try.”

“Oh you will.” You sent him a playful wink as you watched him walk away.

As your opener finished up on stage you took the time to compose yourself as best as you could. Despite years of performing you still got nervous before every show.

With one last final look in the mirror and a self encouraging mantra you were swept up by a stage manager. He held your waist as he practically carried you while speed walking down the hall.

“(Y/n) on the move, we’ll be at the starting marker in T minus 20 seconds.” He talked into his walkie talkie as he guided you down the hall.

“Lights have went down and band is in place.” You heard come back through the walkie talkie.

“Dancers are moving onto the stage now.” Another voice informed.

“10 seconds, countdown has started on the screen.” You could hear the screaming from the crowd intensify as your arrival on stage was now imminent.

“(Y/n)’s standing by ready to go.” You looked toward your team one final time to ensure that everything was in place.

“Good luck kiddio, leave it all out there.”

You placed your inner ear in which allowed you to hear yourself while singing as well as cues from the stage managers. “5….4….3….2….1, let’s have a good show everyone.”

As you entered through the side stage the screaming reached a level you didn’t even think possible. You took a second to feel the energy and the crowd before standing in position. You smiled singing your intro song, before taking a pause to greet the crowd.

“Hi Glendale! How are you feeling?” You were met with an explosion of screams and cheering, “It’s so nice to be here with all of you tonight!”

The night continued with you performing all of your tops hits. Song after song left you feeling more excited and satisfied as you fed off the crowds energy. Maybe it was the warm weather or the outdoor stadium, or the summer evening, but this show felt better than the last few. The band was playing at their best, all of the dancers were sharp and purposeful and you could feel that the show was a success even before it ended.

Your favorite part of every show had to be interacting with the audience.

“Okay this next song is about cursing an entire generational line.” You laughed as everyone started screaming knowing what it was from previous shows you’ve done with the same intro.

“It is a tribute to all the boys,” you emphasized the word boys “Not men, boys, because a man wouldn’t act like this.”

“And I want…” you scanned the front row on the left side of the stage, “you,” you pointed at a girl who just about passed out once she realized you were looking at her, “to introduce this next song.” She immediately handed her phone to her friend. “You can talk about a boy who ruined your life or just say you hate men, whatever works.”

You extended the mic to the security guard in front of the stage to hold for her.

“This next song is for all the lame ass boys who fumbled (y/n), it’s your loss, this is ‘Tummy Hurts!’

You laughed as the mic was handed back to you and your band began playing the intro to the song.

Auston couldn’t help but move his head to the beat of your catchy songs and at times he even hummed along to the ones that were on repeat on the radio.

It wasn’t just your voice that was amazing, but the lighting, the backgrounds, the choreography it was all mesmerizing. Auston thought it was overall a really good show. Even during the songs he didn’t know your stage presence was enough to keep him locked in.

“I have a new song to play for y’all if that’s alright?” Your question received a wave of people screaming yes which made you laugh. “Okay, it’s one that I’ve been writing and working on since tour has started. And we won’t end on this song I promise because it’s kind of a slower one, but I’m excited to share it. This is called, Silent.

You felt a mix between anxiety and excitement. You knew they would like the song but this is the first time anyone outside of your band would be hearing it. The thought of being this vulnerable made you not want to perform it at all. But you knew if you didn’t do this now, you would never release the song and it would end up never seeing the light of day.

You sat down on the chair placed in the middle of the stage and began strumming the opening chords on your guitar. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes you began singing.

‘It’s 6 a.m. and we’re in your bed

And you're just looking at me with everything unsaid

I should go to sleep or just up and leave

I should call a car before I say what I might mean’

Auston’s heart began thumping in his chest. It was just the beginning of the song, but these lyrics were hitting a little too close to home.

Early in the morning with only a few hours of sleep in your system, you smacked Auston in the arm complaining about his snoring and how it was keeping you awake. He quickly shot back with the fact that you stole all the covers. And despite the darkness and your fighting you both laid there facing each other, anger giving way to another feeling. No words were spoken, but there was also an understanding that things were somehow different between you two.

Or is it just a combination of this late intoxication?

And these thoughts won't quit, oh, is it worth the

Conversation of a hopeless situation?

And these thoughts, we're probably better off keeping it silent

The song was actually very easy for you to write, once you got the chorus done the rest flowed. You had a rough version recorded on your phone within two hours.

Nothing can go wrong when you keep it quiet

No one needs to know just where my mind's at

That's for you to guess, I'll keep it private (keep it)

Keep it (keep), keep it (keep)

You continued to sing refusing to open your eyes. You knew it was impossible, but you were scared if you opened them, you would make eye contact with him and that would make it all real.

You want to know, but I keep it close

Rather be the mystery than just the punchline of your joke

You can say the words, or I never will be yours

Rather be the one that got away than have to say it first

You were certain you didn’t have actual feelings for Auston. Whatever you were feeling from that night needed to come out or it would never stop bothering you, so you put it into a song.

My friends think you're no good but damn, I'm biased

But you don't need to know when I've been crying (crying)

I don't know how you keep it cool, I'm dying

Keeping this, you know me

No one knows what happened that night, you never told anyone and you assumed he didn’t either because when you saw each other again for the first time it was like it never happened. He made a comment about how he wished better music was playing when it was your song. To which you replied you wished he would stop talking.

But as time passed and the memories from that night replayed in your head over and over again it became unbearable to not talk about it.

So you confided in your mom. You kept the person and situation very vague, but even that was enough to make you burst into tears. Up until that point, your relationship with Auston was very clear, you didn’t like him and he didn’t like you, but that night made your very distinct relationship blurred.

You slowly faded into the end of the song finally allowing yourself to open your eyes and breathe. From the beginning of the song till now you forgot where you were, but the loud cheers and applause served as a reminder. You quickly wiped away the tears that began to flow and took a long drink from your water bottle. You needed the 3 seconds to compose yourself before speaking in the mic again.

Auston also felt like he was holding his breath during the whole song. At the end, while everyone around him began cheering he felt like he was going to throw up.

The morning after your night spent together, Auston woke up alone. He had the day off, but spent the rest of the day thinking about the night before. There was no denying the moment you two had, but he worked overtime convincing himself that whatever he felt for a split second wasn't real. However, in this moment, hearing you sing about it, it was more real than ever.

Auston's feet were moving before he knew what was going on. He recalled mumbling something to his sisters about waiting in the car, but he didn't wait for a response. The ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart only intensified as he pushed through the crowd. He didn't look back as he walked away from the stage, the away from the stadium, away from you.

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