Dear Kujo [Kujo Jotaro]

Chapter 2

As the club began to fill with eager patrons and the manager barked orders for the band to be ready, you felt the pressure mounting. This gig wasn't just another performance-it was your chance to impress a VIP and potentially secure more lucrative opportunities in the future.

With a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves, reminding yourself to focus on the music and deliver the best performance possible. As Elijah's instructions reverberated in your mind, you stole a moment to collect yourself, slipping away from the group under the guise of needing to use the bathroom.

The cool tiles of the sink greeted you as you splashed water on your face, the gentle pressure easing some of the tension that had settled in your muscles.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. The bathroom offered a brief respite from the chaotic energy of the club. You ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting your outfit slightly to ensure you looked the part of a confident performer.

As you walked out of the bathroom, your mind still partially consumed by thoughts of the upcoming performance, you were so engrossed in mentally rehearsing the music that you didn't notice the person in front of you until it was too late. The unexpected impact sending you stumbling backward. With a quick apology on your lips, you instinctively bowed in deference, as you attempted to regain your balance.

"I-I'm so sorry," you stammered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

As you looked up, you saw a young man standing before you. He was dressed in a classic outfit, sporting a crisp white shirt paired with a tailored black blazer and trousers. A hint of sophistication emanated from his attire, adding to the air of mystery surrounding him.

His red hair caught the dim club lights, and his amethyst eyes shimmered with a gentle curiosity as he regarded you.

"Oh, no worries at all," he replied with a polite smile, his voice smooth and composed. "It happens in crowded places like this."

Feeling flustered, you apologized once again before quickly excusing yourself and walking away, hoping to put the clumsy encounter behind you as you refocused on the task at hand.

The red-haired man watched as your figure disappeared into the crowd, a small smile playing on his lips. "I see you didn't let your aversion to crowded places stop you from joining us. Was it because you were chasing after your little wife?"

"Jotaro," he called out, turning slightly as a tall figure emerged behind him.

Then a man of striking handsomeness, stood there with a stoic expression. His dark hair, which seamlessly blended with the brim of his hat, framed his strong jawline and bold eyebrows, adding to his rugged charm. His muscular frame exuded confidence, and his intense green eyes seemed to pierce through the dimly lit club with unwavering focus.

"Shut it," Jotaro retorted, causing his friend to chuckle at his expense.

Backstage, the atmosphere crackled with nervous energy as you and your bandmates prepared for the performance. Each of you retreated to your respective corners, fine-tuning instruments and mentally rehearsing your parts one last time.

With the setlist chosen from your album, "Can You Hear Me?", a collection of pop rock tracks, you felt a sense of excitement mixed with anticipation. The sultry melodies and soulful rhythms were perfect for the intimate setting of the club, promising to captivate the audience and hopefully impress the VIP in attendance.

As the stage manager signaled it was time, you exchanged a knowing glance with your bandmates, a silent reassurance passing between you. With a collective deep breath, you stepped onto the stage. Taking your place in front of the mic stand, you closed your eyes for a brief moment, centering yourself before the music began to fill the room.

Then, as the spotlight bathed you in its warm glow, you began to sing. Your voice, soft and tender, carried each note with a hint of longing and sincerity. The lyrics flowed effortlessly from your lips, weaving a spellbinding melody that seemed to captivate the entire audience.

As the song progressed, a soft smile graced your lips, your eyes shining with genuine affection. Each verse was delivered with a delicate touch, as if you were whispering vows meant for only the ears of your lover.

It wasn't theatrical or over-the-top, but simple and heartfelt. It was a genuine expression of love, conveyed through the subtleties of your voice and the sincerity of your delivery. As the music enveloped the room, it was clear that your performance resonated with the audience on a deeply personal level, touching their hearts without veering into sentimentality.

As the song ended, the audience erupted into cheers and applause, their voices blending together in excitement. "NEXT! NEXT!" they shouted eagerly, their enthusiasm palpable in the air.

Feeling energized by their response, you stepped closer to the mic, a grin spreading across your face. "Alright, alright," you chuckled, the warmth of the spotlight highlighting your features. "This next one is called 'Shut Up and Dance with Me'!"

The crowd erupted into cheers once again, and you couldn't help but join in their excitement. "Let's keep the party going!" you shouted, your voice filled with energy. "I want to see everyone down below dancing and having a blast! Let's make this night one to remember!"

With that, the band launched into the upbeat melody of the song, and the crowd eagerly followed your lead, filling the dance floor with laughter and movement.

She took my arm
I don't know how it happened
We took the floor and she said

"Oh, don't you dare look back
Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back."
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo
Shut up and dance with me."