🎭 1985, Theatre of pain. 🎭

vince wasn’t the one to be tied down to someone. He was a rockstar for heavens sake. He had many pretty girls practically throwing themselves on him. That was until he got a look at you.

you saw him staring so you walked over to him. This was at the Grammies. You are also a famous musician. Frontman if you will. You and Vince clicked. And with a touch on the shoulder that boy was completely smitten to you.

but at his luck. You walk away. Off with your own hand. Never to see his face again. Time passes and all he can think about his you. You are always on his mind and trapped inside his heart. He listens to your records..imagining what other things you could say to him with that voice.

another major event is on for the bands. La rock awards or whatever. As always Vince goes with his band Möntle crëw, and he catches a glimpse of of you. He rushes up to you. And grabs your hand and presses a kiss on the back of it. Whispering, “goddammit…I thought I’d never see you again..” over and over against your palm of your right hand.

one thing leads to another. And you end up in his bed by the end of the night. Curled up beside him. Bedsheets pooled around your stomachs. Not one piece of clothing was near. Cuddled up inside Vince’s arm. His face smushed in your big hair. Loving every moment

up until the morning. You sit up. Untangle yourself from Vince. And yawn. Stretch your arms over your head. And get up, to start getting dressed. Vince suddenly shoots up, realising you’re about to leave him..again.

Vince: “wait!”….”baby wait…” he finds a pair of trousers and pulls them on to cover himself. He gently reaches out to you. His hand grasping your wrist. “Please stay…just for a while..even for breakfast” his eyes nervously dart up to yours, waiting for an answer. Gosh he was obsessed with you