Alone On The Stage の小説・ストーリー

She just needs one person to see her, then she will be invited to those events as a guest, not a waiter. Getting ready, she walks to the club, Maci waving at her as she walks in. “You’re okay dancing alone today?” Anais bobs her head in agreement. “I am. I need to get over my stage fright, so yes, I will dance alone.” She walks through, her night once again spent dancing. Slowly the nerves of being on stage evaporate and leave her alone. “Your phone was ringing.” She looks towards Maci, rushing through she answers it.

Her eyes were flitting with questions, but unfortunately, I had no answers. “I’ll be fine here,” I mumbled and squeezed both female’s hands, and they let go of their hold on me. I walked up the stage alone. I told myself I should get used to being alone again. Because after this, there was no way I would let Austin back into my life again. I took the microphone I saw and stood in the middle of the stage. I flashed everyone a smile — something that didn’t reach my eyes. “Good evening, everyone.”

"And don't come alone. Come out here with your partner." Talon nodded in head in disapproval. He bluntly refused to go on the stage with me. I was even more embarrassed. I had no other choice than to go on to the stage and perform all by myself.

The customers were screaming so loudly, as their hands only tried to reach for us but couldn't. When we landed on stage, the light switched from one single white spotlight to different colors of light. The music began, we didn't use a separate stage but all in one stage. I made my way down from the stage and let the girl do their thing. They had told me back in the dressing room that they had come up with a dance route and would like to perform it on stage. I love their dedication, so stepping down, I let them dance. They danced beautifully but I wasn't able to keep my eyes on them not when someone's gaze was boring a hole into my body. I turned to meet Mr. Lance's eyes.

“Is that even allowed?” “Money allows a lot of things.” Before she could respond, a waiter tapped her shoulder. “He wants you back on stage.” Her pulse jumped. “Right now?” “Right now.” The room felt enormous and empty with only one audience member as everyone left. Maestro sat in the center seat with his hands folded and his gaze fixed on her. Nyla stepped onto the stage, trying to ignore the way her heart pounded. Then the music started again, slower and familiar. She danced.

Smiling at her, I straightened my back and held my head high as I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight. This was a stage that belonged to me alone.

“When I finish playing I’ll want like six, immediately. But before, no.” “Such an artist,” Anton murmurs, his voice light and playful. “So serious about her craft.” I smirk a little and send him a sharp glance that makes him smile. Laila has a few calm words with the woman on the stage and the spotlight goes off as the woman hurries away, leaving Laila alone. We all wait in dark silence for a long moment before music begins to swell, and the stage lights come up.

He called. I avoided people's eyes, keeping my eyes on the ground as I walked towards the stage. Shawn walked beside me with a hard expression on his face. There was no form of playfulness in them as he made the crowd part way for us. Knox's eyes darkened in warning. “Is that how you welcome your Luna Queen? No applause or cheers?” Knox growled, his voice cut through the murmurs. Reluctantly, the crowd began to clap. As I climbed on the stage, I kept my eyes on the ground, afraid of what I would see if I lifted my eyes.

Till then, I’m just going to live with my little secret life in happiness. I will relish in the sensations I get from my dreams of Mr. Perfect. They are safe this way. They can’t hurt me… and besides, nothing good really lasts forever. Right? “Hey! Flower girl…You ready? You’re up!” Josh the stage assistant calls to me. I give him a thumbs-up, and take a deep breath… ‘Here we go’. I walk on stage, take a seat on the barstool, and position my guitar. I wave my caramel blonde hair out of my face.

Every movement makes the slick between my thighs worsen, and they know it, that's how they want it because they planned it. “You will walk the stage, don't make eye contact, no growling whatsoever, and present when the auctioneer says.” I nod, my head bowed. “Good bitch,” he smirks, unlocking my chains. The door opens and the lights blind me immediately. The stage is elevated and shaped like a dome, with a glossy black floor that reflects the spotlights and my bare feet. The crowd is already murmuring. Hundreds of Alphas. Some wealthy humans. A few elite betas with power fetishes.