Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

Alyssa couldn't help but sit up straight, her heart pounding as she fixed her gaze on the stage. Miley instantly picked up on the change in Alyssa's behavior as they were seated next to each other. The look in her eyes deepened. All eyes in the room shifted from Jameson to the stage. Underneath the stage, Newton gleefully patted Jonah and Victor, who were seated beside him. "Heh heh! It's time for my grandson's gift!"

This was a reckoning. He stepped alone onto the stage. No podium, no teleprompter. Thick, expectant hush descended. He stood for a moment, his hands at his sides, his eyes sweeping the audience. He didn't look like a billionaire CEO. He looked like a man who'd been struggling in the trenches, his expensive suit a poor disguise for the weariness and resolve etched on his face.

He was already hazy and drunk. On the stage in the middle, there has always been vigorous singing and dancing. In such an environment, it is easy to make people enthusiastically. Riley stepped on the futile steps, pushed Alice's hand away, and walked towards the stage: "Alice, I also want to go Have fun. " "Ah, Riley ——" Alice could only keep up. Along the way, all the way, but such a choppy beauty came over, the men gave her a way out. When Alice chased down to the stage, Riley had already climbed up the stage, surrounded by a steel pipe, and slowly walked around.

I touch his mask which covers only the upper half of his face, "do they please you?" "I have eyes only for you, now pay attention." It’s easy to ignore the tone of his voice, he doesn't allow me to bask in the euphoria of his reply before redirecting his gaze to the stage, I pout and my eyes mimic his actions, focusing on the entertainment for the evening. The girl is still on the stage, this time, she is on her feet, hands tied behind her with a rope connecting to a hook on the ceiling. She is naked.

“Damn. Girl, you must’ve really got under his skin.” Sybil let out a loud scoff across the room. “Or under his dick.” The whole room chuckled. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confessed. “I’ve never been on a stage in my life. I’ll look like a joke.” She touched my arm. “You won’t. You don’t need to do anything. Just walk out there and exist. Your face, your body, he already chose you. That’s enough.” Sybil tossed a pile of fabric at me, if you could even call it fabric.

She didn’t have time now, she thought, to deconstruct her look. “No way, it is perfect.” James pulled a curl straight and watched it spring back. “The guys will be creaming in their pants. Good timing, too. Aaron has just called us onto the stage to give a test run. Has Owen seen you in this? He is going to drown in his own drool.” She could see that Owen and Jeremy were already on the stage with their guitars, plugging into the amps. They wove their way across the room, seeming to be far more crowded now than it had been before her shower, and she could feel the burn of eyes on her back.

He was just there, like a pillar that didn't get in the way but also didn't let me feel alone. I glanced to the side, watching him in the dim light. His jaw was set, his eyes focused on the stage, his hands folded in his lap quietly. There was no pressure. No demands. And I could breathe a little easier for the first time in days. I stare back at the stage, letting the opera take me away. For one night only, I wanted to forget everything. ♡ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ˚｡⋆ ♡

Alora replied and walked up the stairs. ^^^ Alora’s POV I was bored beyond my mind, I decided to play make believe with myself, I got up on the stage with the other girls staring at me like I was stealing from them but they couldn’t do anything. I looked down at Zemia. It was quite a large stage and a lot of empty seats, with no one there except a man I just met a few days back and a couple of girls I don’t know. I am sure I would get stage fright.

“That’s the plan.” Her friends snickered. Alana stepped closer until I could see her reflection hovering over mine in the mirror. “Cute. But this isn’t New York, sweetie. We don’t just hand the main stage to anyone. You might want to sit this one out before you embarrass yourself… and your partner.” Zach straightened up beside me, eyes flashing. “She’s not going anywhere,” he said quietly. I forced a calm smile. “Thanks for the advice, Alana,” I said, standing. “I’ll remember it when I’m on stage.”

My parents' friends, friends from school, people I'd known for years, were all out in the audience. "That doesn't matter. When you're out on the stage, it is just you and the music," Bennett said. He nudged my back and I took a step out on the stage. The audience erupted in applause at seeing me. I waved delicately. I couldn't back off the stage now that they'd seen me.