Alone On The Stage Novels & Stories

Alfred was also speechless, but for an entirely different reason. The stage was stunning, they’d give Jonathan that much. A deep mahogany floor shone against the twinkle light that ran along the back and all along the top of the stage. The curtains were a thick, deep purple and a wide array of expensive equipment was strewn everywhere. It was enchanting, the kind of stage a young performer dreamed of singing on. And Jonathan – he could really play. Alfred hadn’t known that Jonathan was a musician. As an artist himself, he respected all who dappled in the arts.

He placed me on a chair at the door as Anastasia’s eyes darted between the two of us. “But what about showing me the fountain?” she asked as she followed behind him. I paid no attention to what happened since the lights immediately went dim and a slow song started. For some reason, I got excited and disobeyed Colton’s rules by getting up. My feet took me to the stage area, and I had no idea how nobody saw me. I stood in the centre of the stage behind a mic, and that’s when heads started to turn. “Awe, you all love so lovely together,” I cooed as they watched me in confusion. I noticed Shanae’s eyes going wide as she tried to make her way through the crowd.

Tom called out, and I lifted my eyes to look at him, "Can you please join me here on stage?" For a moment, I felt confused, and I didn't know what to do. Joining him on stage or running away, both options joggled in my head. "Ava?" He called out again, jolting me out of my thoughts, and I had no choice but to join him on stage. Slowly, I walked towards him, hoping I wouldn't trip and fall. As I got on the stage, Tom held my hand and fell on one knee. "What …what …are you doing? Please stand up," I said in a trembling voice. I have had so much attention for one day, and I didn't need more.

Seeing these men in their prime up on this stage has left me panting with lust for the past two hours. They are sweating off of them. Sloan and their drummer, Brett, are both bare-chested. Sloan's military dog tags catch the stage lights every now and then, catching my attention back to him if for some unknown reason it had wandered away from my hero. The energy they all possess is absolute and I wish that I had been in attendance to see their first major headlining tour. I've seen the YouTube videos and the aerial dancers are sick on stage. Julian and I are standing inside the metal barricades at the bottom of the stage with no one to stand between us and the view. A spot coveted by every s

The person that he was calling on to the stage. Was that me? He was staring at me. It looked like he was motioning me with his eyes to accept him but my feet didn’t move. “Silia, go!” Diana nudged me her eyes glittering, her steps bouncing but it seemed too unreal. “Just go!” Alfeo said patting my back and looking at the encouraging faces around me I had just taken a step when I saw someone else climb the stage. Julia. Julia ran up the stage, her dress trailing behind her. Her mask was still on so no one could see who it was but I knew. At her interruption I paused, hoping that Draven would tell her to leave or ignore her or tell me to come up.

KIARA I closed my eyes as Alejandro made his way onto the stage. The way he walked, the confidence and swagger, and his 'I don’t give a shit' attitude made my stomach flutter crazily. Oh Goddess… this was it… I had to stay strong. It seemed I didn’t have as much effect on him as he had on me. Stay strong, Kia… I tried to push away the suffocating pain that was growing in my chest. The elder wolf – Allen - began speaking. I cast my gaze down, unable to look at the couple on stage.

“You’re up.” I exhaled deeply, shaking out my hands. No matter how many times I did this, the nerves never fully went away. Pushing through the anxiety, I stepped onto the stage. Silence. The entire room went still the moment I appeared. I kept my gaze above their heads, refusing to make eye contact. Then, a voice broke through. “Fuck! She’s hot.” The lights dimmed, a single blue spotlight shining down on me as the music began to play. I let my body move, gripping the pole and rolling my hips to the rhythm.

Ronan growled through clenched teeth. One corner of Alexa’s brow arched. “Humiliate you?” “You humiliated yourself, Ronan!” Her eyes sharpened like blades. Ronan reached out, but before his fingers could touch Alexa’s arm, she had already stepped away from him. His legs faltered, and he stumbled, falling hard onto the altar stage. Bugh! The sound of Ronan’s body hitting the stage echoed throughout the room, just as the video stopped playing. All attention shifted to the altar.

Identify alliances and hierarchies. Transform the absurd into humor. Never show fear. Always control the performance, even if I am alone on stage. The night grows even darker as total solitude sets in. The guards pass, strike, sometimes laugh at my mistakes or my discomfort. Each humiliation becomes an invisible blow, each insult a cruel reminder that the outside world has become an unreachable dream.

"Penelope, you are up. Do not mess up the sequence." I did not look at him. I did not look at the map on the wall. I stepped through the heavy velvet curtains and onto the main stage. The arena was a black void. The digital stardust path did not turn on for me. There were no flashy lights. No pre-recorded wolf howls. I walked out into the absolute dark. I did not dance. I did not rush. I simply walked. One step. My leather boot clicked against the stone altar. Two steps. The indigo silk brushed against my calves with a sound like rushing wind.