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Title: The Confessions: Superstar.
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nubeinchild
Rating: Overall series R, but this chapter is PG.
Beta: My lovelyhobbitgwen. She puts the sugar in this story.
Pairing: Elijah/Usher
Edit: This is an AU fic, meaning that it is set in another universe. It is also RPS, for those of you who can't tell, meaning these are real people. Not characters.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real
Feedback: Sure
The crowd roared and pulsed as the man on the stage sung strong and clear to them. Elijah was thankful for the small things, like having a balcony seat to the concert. He looked down at the crowd and imagined being down there. The crazy females, which made up ninety-five percent of the mass, were trying to claw their way to the stage.
The reason Elijah was at this concert was simple. It had nothing to do with wanting to see Usher live. What it was about, as was almost everything Elijah did these days, was being culturally smacked by Viggo and feeling the need to take it like a man and bitch slap back. Viggo had long taunted him about his die-hard love for rock and ignorance for any other type of music. He would laugh this off and change the subject quickly. He didn’t know a lot about other types of music, and felt no desire to learn. But when Viggo sent him the tickets to the concert he was currently attending he promptly accepted. Viggo claimed he was a close friend of the singer and they had been given as a gift. Yes, he saw the challenge in the tickets, but he also saw the opportunity to hold off any future stunts Viggo was planning.
Of course he had to pull a couple of people into this challenge with him. Orlando was more than willing to come with him. According to Orlando this had nothing to do with his want to see a half dressed sweaty man on stage singing to him. And when Elijah told him that Usher probably wasn’t singing to him Orlando stormed off in the bathroom and locked the door for an hour.
Dom wasn’t as compliant as Orlando, but Elijah didn’t expect him to be. No one could ever be like Orlando and God only knew how Dom’s brain worked. Dom was a little more cunning and illusive, he wanted something out of this little trip. When Elijah told him he could have the chance to see a half dressed sweaty man singing to him he looked at Elijah as if he had two heads.
In the end they all agreed it would be nice to get out (Elijah), get drunk (Dom), and get laid (Orlando). The trip to the concert consisted of a bitchy Elijah driving and cursing at every other car, Orlando in the back singing along to his new Usher CD, and Dom irritatingly yelling at Orlando to PleaseGodJustShutTheFuckUp.
“Thank you, asshole, don’t let me make this pass”
“I’M SO CAUGHT UP GOT ME FEELING IT!”
“Jesus Christ, I think my ears are bleeding”
“Asshole, get off the road!”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT IT SEEMS SHE GOT ME TWISTED”
“Orli!”
They made it in one piece, though Orlando’s arm was severely bruised in five places. Finding the seats was an adventure in itself, but once they were seated everything calmed down. Temporarily.
The man that walked on stage was gripping. He came on in a white tank and loose dark blue jeans. He made his way to the middle of the stage as if he owned it. This was his world. Usher held up his hands to the crowd and adoringly watched them lose it. Elijah realized, while standing beside Dom and Orlando, who also seemed stunned and captured, that this was a universe belonging solely to the man on stage.
Usher started off a few words to a song, and Elijah was surprised to hear more of the women singing it than Usher.
“This is for you, my number one.” The smooth voice cooed to the mass.
And then it started.
“I’ll be your groupie, baby, cause you are my superstar, I’m your number one fan give me an autograph right here on my heart,”
“I’ll be your groupie, baby, cause you are my superstar and as your number fan I’ll do my best to show you how super you are,”
Elijah stood stuck in his spot, not singing along like Orlando was doing or dancing like Dom was, just staring. Elijah knew the man wasn’t singing to him. Couldn’t be. But it almost seemed as if he was being given a private show, because he could no longer see or hear the people around him.
Author:
nubeinchildRating: Overall series R, but this chapter is PG.
Beta: My lovely
hobbitgwen. She puts the sugar in this story.Pairing: Elijah/Usher
Edit: This is an AU fic, meaning that it is set in another universe. It is also RPS, for those of you who can't tell, meaning these are real people. Not characters.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real
Feedback: Sure
The crowd roared and pulsed as the man on the stage sung strong and clear to them. Elijah was thankful for the small things, like having a balcony seat to the concert. He looked down at the crowd and imagined being down there. The crazy females, which made up ninety-five percent of the mass, were trying to claw their way to the stage.
The reason Elijah was at this concert was simple. It had nothing to do with wanting to see Usher live. What it was about, as was almost everything Elijah did these days, was being culturally smacked by Viggo and feeling the need to take it like a man and bitch slap back. Viggo had long taunted him about his die-hard love for rock and ignorance for any other type of music. He would laugh this off and change the subject quickly. He didn’t know a lot about other types of music, and felt no desire to learn. But when Viggo sent him the tickets to the concert he was currently attending he promptly accepted. Viggo claimed he was a close friend of the singer and they had been given as a gift. Yes, he saw the challenge in the tickets, but he also saw the opportunity to hold off any future stunts Viggo was planning.
Of course he had to pull a couple of people into this challenge with him. Orlando was more than willing to come with him. According to Orlando this had nothing to do with his want to see a half dressed sweaty man on stage singing to him. And when Elijah told him that Usher probably wasn’t singing to him Orlando stormed off in the bathroom and locked the door for an hour.
Dom wasn’t as compliant as Orlando, but Elijah didn’t expect him to be. No one could ever be like Orlando and God only knew how Dom’s brain worked. Dom was a little more cunning and illusive, he wanted something out of this little trip. When Elijah told him he could have the chance to see a half dressed sweaty man singing to him he looked at Elijah as if he had two heads.
In the end they all agreed it would be nice to get out (Elijah), get drunk (Dom), and get laid (Orlando). The trip to the concert consisted of a bitchy Elijah driving and cursing at every other car, Orlando in the back singing along to his new Usher CD, and Dom irritatingly yelling at Orlando to PleaseGodJustShutTheFuckUp.
“Thank you, asshole, don’t let me make this pass”
“I’M SO CAUGHT UP GOT ME FEELING IT!”
“Jesus Christ, I think my ears are bleeding”
“Asshole, get off the road!”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT IT SEEMS SHE GOT ME TWISTED”
“Orli!”
They made it in one piece, though Orlando’s arm was severely bruised in five places. Finding the seats was an adventure in itself, but once they were seated everything calmed down. Temporarily.
The man that walked on stage was gripping. He came on in a white tank and loose dark blue jeans. He made his way to the middle of the stage as if he owned it. This was his world. Usher held up his hands to the crowd and adoringly watched them lose it. Elijah realized, while standing beside Dom and Orlando, who also seemed stunned and captured, that this was a universe belonging solely to the man on stage.
Usher started off a few words to a song, and Elijah was surprised to hear more of the women singing it than Usher.
“This is for you, my number one.” The smooth voice cooed to the mass.
And then it started.
“I’ll be your groupie, baby, cause you are my superstar, I’m your number one fan give me an autograph right here on my heart,”
“I’ll be your groupie, baby, cause you are my superstar and as your number fan I’ll do my best to show you how super you are,”
Elijah stood stuck in his spot, not singing along like Orlando was doing or dancing like Dom was, just staring. Elijah knew the man wasn’t singing to him. Couldn’t be. But it almost seemed as if he was being given a private show, because he could no longer see or hear the people around him.