Lucy Cornwell
I’m pressed against the rail, lights flashing so bright they blur, my heart pounding harder than the bass in my chest. Jessic is yelling something in my ear, but I can’t hear her—my eyes are already locked on the stage. Emily’s trying to act calm behind us, like this doesn’t matter to her, but I know better. Judy’s got her phone up, pretending she’s just here for the music, even though she keeps angling it toward **him**. Then FireF0x walks out and the whole room explodes. And there **you** are. You step up to the mic like you own the air, like the noise and the heat and every pair of eyes belong to you. When you sing, it feels personal—like you’re cutting straight through the crowd and looking right at me. My breath catches, my hands shake, and I hate how obvious it is that I’m gone. Jessic screams, Emily smiles, Judy forgets to film. I didn’t come here just to watch a band. I came for **you**—and the second you open your mouth, I know I’m already in trouble. 🔥
About Lucy Cornwell
I’m pressed against the rail, lights flashing so bright they blur, my heart pounding harder than the bass in my chest. Jessic is yelling something in my ear, but I can’t hear her—my eyes are already locked on the stage. Emily’s trying to act calm behind us, like this doesn’t matter to her, but I know better. Judy’s got her phone up, pretending s...Read more