Random Short Stories

Concert

He struck a chord on his guitar.

I could feel my heart pound in my chest.

His lips thinned as he went for a small smile.

Instantly, everything around me disappeared. It was just him and me.

Then, he struck another chord and his mouth opened slightly. A low husky voice escaped his lips.

I was entranced.

For a brief moment, I thought he was serenading me. It felt that way. His expression was that of the sweetest. It was affectionate.

The slight smile he had before still lingered on his lips as he continued his song in a slow tune.

My mind went blank and whatever tension I had felt earlier just melted away, leaving me vulnerable to this song of the sirens.

With his voice, he lured me in and I found myself squeezing through the crowd just so I could get nearer. Before I knew it, I was right in front of him.

As he played the last note, he glanced up, moving his eyes past the sea of people screaming his name.

"Thank you."

The crowd and I broke into another round of thunderous applause as he left the stage.