♚ The young woman's fingers twisted around one another as she stood by the edge of the stage, having to remind herself to breath as the cold air of a winter weather she had never known knocked her knees together beneath the dress her sister had pulled her into at the airport. Sofia had been ready to rush to Micah in Scooby Doo sweatpants and a T-Shirt that said 'thank fuck i was born a scorpio' but, fortunately, her sister had better sense. Better but not perfect, the sweater she wore over everything with it's shredded knit fabric not at all enough to keep her warm.
♚ It didn't matter though, Sofia could shiver by the stages edge for hours staring at him, the presence of him on the stage one she hadn't ever seen at this magnitude. One song and he went from small parties in the Colorado town they'd met to concert venues in another country. It should have felt shocking but it didn't, just seeing the way he smiled on stage, likely unable to see her due to the spotlights on him, she knew he was the type of person who could drawn people in with whatever element of his heart he shared.
♚ Sofia wondered momentarily, as he sang to the crowd that cheered before him, vibrating the stage with the amps surrounding the band, if she had worried him the past few days. Usually Sofia texted Micah throughout the day, calling him in moments of privacy, but with everything that had happened, with jumping on a plane so suddenly, she hadn't been able to message him since their protection barrier had fallen. Her phone didn't even work presently, only able to connect to wifi long enough at the airport to find the location of his concert. She'd been concerned when she approached that maybe he had not left her name at the door, something he'd always done back home even if she'd never been able to take him up on it, but this was another country. She hadn't needed to be. Upon saying her name to someone by the back entrance, she was quickly granted entry, another member of the crew leading her backstage midway through the concert. If he had worried hopefully, when the lights faded and he left the stage with the rest of the Forgotten he would be relieved.
♚ Perhaps more than relieved even. Sofia knew all the things she wanted to say, had been repeating them in her head on the plane, been given suggestions by her sister between movies. They all felt like gibberish in her mind. Thumb rubbing the tattoo on her wrist she tried to fathom the words, the ink detailing a small jar filled with a detailed crown. The words didn't find their way through, instead the lyrics he sang to the crowd filled her mind and her muscles started to relax somewhat, fingers no longer twisting with one another. Sofia's confidence - ego or whatever it was - returning in part, though unable to fulling shake the fact her mind and body were adjusting to the reality of what was happening. Her sister was in danger again. She was in a place unfamiliar to her with no money. She was doing something she'd only fantasised about with him on the phone. It was overwhelming her every ion.
♚ Whatever she said though, whatever fell from her lips the moment he left his stage, Sofia was unwavering in her trust in the results. The painful lonely weight in her chest that had held her down would lighten, and she would lighten whatever weight her absence had left in his. They could finally fully love.
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