(ROCKSTAR AU!)

The concert was already insane, lights blinding and the crowd screaming their voices raw- but when Sodapop Curtis stepped to the mic and said, “Wanna join the band for a song?” everything exploded.

One by one, each band member called out a number. The Drummer, Kit. He picked someone already crying from the shock. Grady the bands bassist picked a guy with shaky hands and glitter in his hair. Maya, the lead guitarist, squinted at someone mid-row and shouted, “You look like you could tear it up!”

And then Soda.

He looked right into the crowd, eyes gleaming like he already knew as he called on a random seat number.

“Row 12… Seat 9.”

He said, then grinned wickedly. He couldn’t even see who was in the seat cause it was towards the middle but still great seats to see the show and hear the music..

Your breath caught. That was you.

The fans were rushed behind the curtain, past crew members yelling about mics and lights and into a corner of backstage set up like the world’s fastest band camp. Each band member pulled their pick aside. Maya was tuning a spare guitar, Grady counting off rhythms, Kit tapping a beat on the nearest table with their new drummer in training.

Soda? He walked you straight to a stool, handed you one of his guitars. There was no pressure or anything he just crouched right in front of you.

“You said you knew our stuff?”

Soda asked, cocking his head, eyes flicking to your hands like they already belonged there. “I do,” you said, trying not to blush as your fingers brushed the strings. “All of it.”

“Oooh, confident and prepared? Then you’re either gonna crush this… or I’m gonna make you crack trying.”