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Melt the Stars (1/2)
Title: Melt the Stars (Part 1 of 2)
Author: Aquila
Pairing: EW/Josh Groban
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Isn't true, never happened. Never will, I'm sure!
Summary: Josh Groban plays a concert, and finds out he has a famous fan
Note: This came about while trying to think of someone new and exciting for Elijah to play with. Whadja think?
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The young man had a voice that could melt the stars. He was a prodigy. Wasn't that what they all said? His musical chops were unbelievable, especially for one his age. He could sing in Italian, French, Spanish, English -- classical, pop -- anything, everything. And all in a smooth, profoundly lyrical baritone that drove audiences wild.
There was another who was also a prodigy, with equally impressive chops. And he could melt the stars with his eyes. His looks. His talent. When he stepped in front of a movie camera, he held the audience in thrall, could make you believe anything he wanted you to believe, make you feel it down to your toes. In the dictionary, next to the word "extraordinary" was a picture of him.
So when the day came that Josh Groban sat back in his dressing room and saw Elijah Wood standing in the doorway, not only did the stars melt, but the world did as well.
"Josh, there's someone here to see you," his manager told him excitedly. The young singer ran his hand through his thick, unruly curls and sighed. Who is it now? he wondered. He was so tired after that night's performance; he always gave so much of himself, and the "meet and greet" thing was something of a trial for him, being a basically shy person.
He lifted his gaze and saw the older man turn to usher someone in. And it was as if all the light and air in the room were suddenly sucked out as his new guest smiled and regarded him. His heart's beat increased to thunder, and a name ran trippingly through his mind. Silly, really. Not a real name. But....Frodo.
"Hi Josh. I'm Elijah Wood," the young actor said amiably, walking in and extending his hand for the singer to shake.
For the moment, Josh felt himself fall into his eyes. Magnificent eyes. He'd had no idea they really were that big, that bright...that ohmyfuckinggod blue. He couldn't look away, couldn't answer, but finally caught himself a second later and took Elijah's hand in his. The handshake was nice. Warm and strong but not bone-crushing. Josh happened to look down and notice that their hands were almost the exact same size. He shivered a little.
"Wow....Frodo!" Josh said, then giggled inanely. Damn -- I just giggled like a school girl. Fuck.
But it charmed Elijah. "Didn't think successful singers got out to the movies much -- I wasn't sure if you'd know who I was."
Was he kidding? Was there anyone on the planet at this point who didn't know who he was?!
"Actually, I'm a big fan of "Lord of the Rings" -- 'The Hobbit' was my favorite book as a kid. It's nice to meet you."
"Same here, and it was mine too!"
Both were smiling far too hard. Faces were starting to hurt.
"Listen, I...uh...just wanted to stop by and tell you that I really enjoyed your concert...you have an amazing voice."
"Thank you," Josh answered, beaming at Elijah. Devouring him with his eyes.
"And I thought...if you were free, that maybe you'd like to have a drink with me. I know this great place not far from here."
Did he...did he just ask me out? This is so not happening. OK. Breathe, Josh. Relax. "Sounds terrific. Let me get my coat."
The two young men stepped from the theatre, both blowing out a wreath of white smoke from the cold. A light dusting of snow had settled on the cars and sidewalks and could be seen swirling around in the illuminating beam of the street lights. At once, the sparkling flakes were in their identically dark hair, and Josh was quick to notice that a few had gathered in Elijah's long eyelashes. Lucky snowflakes.
"What brings you to Vancouver, Elijah?" he asked, looking for something safe and non-committal to talk about.
"I'm filming a movie in town. I'll be here for six weeks. And you're just here for the one night, aren't you?"
"Two, actually."
"Does that get to be a drag -- never being in the same place for more than a couple of days?"
"You get used to it. But I wouldn't have thought that the kind of music I do is exactly your scene." Oh shit. Didn't want it to slip out that he was more than just a casual fan, that he actually "knew" things about the blue-eyed actor.
"Oh , I like all different kinds of music. It just depends on the mood I'm in...I probably have like a couple thousand CDs at home. And someone gave me one of yours -- maybe it was my sister -- and I really loved it."
Josh fought to suppress that giggle that wanted out desperately again. This was getting better and better all the time. "Wow...cool...thanks. Glad to know that you enjoyed it."
"...ah....here we are....Terry's."
Entering the bar, they found it fairly quiet for a Saturday night. A relief, really. Neither was in the mood to have to scream over the noise of the crowd.
"Do you mind the smoke? I know it's probably not good for your voice."
Yeah. If his manager saw him, he'd murder him for being in here, no doubt. But he was beyond caution. Didn't want to put a foot wrong tonight. "No, it's OK."
"Well, I'll make sure I don't blow any at you."
They were escorted to a table -- not before Elijah signed a couple of autographs for the hostess -- and Josh's mouth watered as he secretly watched the other man take off his coat. His body was slender and lithe, and he wore a soft-looking taupe turtleneck over black jeans that left little to anyone's imagination, gracing Josh with a view of his tight butt when he turned to hang up his coat. And although they were the same age, Josh couldn't help but see Elijah as being so cool, so mature. The way he effortlessly lit his cigarette, rolling it between long fingers and keeping his hand propped up so the smoke wouldn't bother the singer. And so sweet and friendly and unpretentious. It was intoxicating.
Ah, but Elijah wasn't exactly feeling so sweet right now, if the truth be known. He had zeroed in on something he wanted. And he liked getting what he wanted.
Author: Aquila
Pairing: EW/Josh Groban
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Isn't true, never happened. Never will, I'm sure!
Summary: Josh Groban plays a concert, and finds out he has a famous fan
Note: This came about while trying to think of someone new and exciting for Elijah to play with. Whadja think?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
The young man had a voice that could melt the stars. He was a prodigy. Wasn't that what they all said? His musical chops were unbelievable, especially for one his age. He could sing in Italian, French, Spanish, English -- classical, pop -- anything, everything. And all in a smooth, profoundly lyrical baritone that drove audiences wild.
There was another who was also a prodigy, with equally impressive chops. And he could melt the stars with his eyes. His looks. His talent. When he stepped in front of a movie camera, he held the audience in thrall, could make you believe anything he wanted you to believe, make you feel it down to your toes. In the dictionary, next to the word "extraordinary" was a picture of him.
So when the day came that Josh Groban sat back in his dressing room and saw Elijah Wood standing in the doorway, not only did the stars melt, but the world did as well.
"Josh, there's someone here to see you," his manager told him excitedly. The young singer ran his hand through his thick, unruly curls and sighed. Who is it now? he wondered. He was so tired after that night's performance; he always gave so much of himself, and the "meet and greet" thing was something of a trial for him, being a basically shy person.
He lifted his gaze and saw the older man turn to usher someone in. And it was as if all the light and air in the room were suddenly sucked out as his new guest smiled and regarded him. His heart's beat increased to thunder, and a name ran trippingly through his mind. Silly, really. Not a real name. But....Frodo.
"Hi Josh. I'm Elijah Wood," the young actor said amiably, walking in and extending his hand for the singer to shake.
For the moment, Josh felt himself fall into his eyes. Magnificent eyes. He'd had no idea they really were that big, that bright...that ohmyfuckinggod blue. He couldn't look away, couldn't answer, but finally caught himself a second later and took Elijah's hand in his. The handshake was nice. Warm and strong but not bone-crushing. Josh happened to look down and notice that their hands were almost the exact same size. He shivered a little.
"Wow....Frodo!" Josh said, then giggled inanely. Damn -- I just giggled like a school girl. Fuck.
But it charmed Elijah. "Didn't think successful singers got out to the movies much -- I wasn't sure if you'd know who I was."
Was he kidding? Was there anyone on the planet at this point who didn't know who he was?!
"Actually, I'm a big fan of "Lord of the Rings" -- 'The Hobbit' was my favorite book as a kid. It's nice to meet you."
"Same here, and it was mine too!"
Both were smiling far too hard. Faces were starting to hurt.
"Listen, I...uh...just wanted to stop by and tell you that I really enjoyed your concert...you have an amazing voice."
"Thank you," Josh answered, beaming at Elijah. Devouring him with his eyes.
"And I thought...if you were free, that maybe you'd like to have a drink with me. I know this great place not far from here."
Did he...did he just ask me out? This is so not happening. OK. Breathe, Josh. Relax. "Sounds terrific. Let me get my coat."
The two young men stepped from the theatre, both blowing out a wreath of white smoke from the cold. A light dusting of snow had settled on the cars and sidewalks and could be seen swirling around in the illuminating beam of the street lights. At once, the sparkling flakes were in their identically dark hair, and Josh was quick to notice that a few had gathered in Elijah's long eyelashes. Lucky snowflakes.
"What brings you to Vancouver, Elijah?" he asked, looking for something safe and non-committal to talk about.
"I'm filming a movie in town. I'll be here for six weeks. And you're just here for the one night, aren't you?"
"Two, actually."
"Does that get to be a drag -- never being in the same place for more than a couple of days?"
"You get used to it. But I wouldn't have thought that the kind of music I do is exactly your scene." Oh shit. Didn't want it to slip out that he was more than just a casual fan, that he actually "knew" things about the blue-eyed actor.
"Oh , I like all different kinds of music. It just depends on the mood I'm in...I probably have like a couple thousand CDs at home. And someone gave me one of yours -- maybe it was my sister -- and I really loved it."
Josh fought to suppress that giggle that wanted out desperately again. This was getting better and better all the time. "Wow...cool...thanks. Glad to know that you enjoyed it."
"...ah....here we are....Terry's."
Entering the bar, they found it fairly quiet for a Saturday night. A relief, really. Neither was in the mood to have to scream over the noise of the crowd.
"Do you mind the smoke? I know it's probably not good for your voice."
Yeah. If his manager saw him, he'd murder him for being in here, no doubt. But he was beyond caution. Didn't want to put a foot wrong tonight. "No, it's OK."
"Well, I'll make sure I don't blow any at you."
They were escorted to a table -- not before Elijah signed a couple of autographs for the hostess -- and Josh's mouth watered as he secretly watched the other man take off his coat. His body was slender and lithe, and he wore a soft-looking taupe turtleneck over black jeans that left little to anyone's imagination, gracing Josh with a view of his tight butt when he turned to hang up his coat. And although they were the same age, Josh couldn't help but see Elijah as being so cool, so mature. The way he effortlessly lit his cigarette, rolling it between long fingers and keeping his hand propped up so the smoke wouldn't bother the singer. And so sweet and friendly and unpretentious. It was intoxicating.
Ah, but Elijah wasn't exactly feeling so sweet right now, if the truth be known. He had zeroed in on something he wanted. And he liked getting what he wanted.