Use the lyrics of a favorite song as the basis for a short story
It quiets down around them as the next song starts up, and with a haunting voice, she sings her favorite opening line.
“I am not in love, but I’m open to persuasion.”
As she starts with the first cords for the verse, her eyes catch his.
The same guy that has been at the last five shows all over Texas. They don’t have groupies yet. This is not a coincidence, she thinks.
She drops her mike and jumps of the stage.
“Mandy, finish up!” She yells and takes off.
He just made his way to an exit and she is not losing him again.
“Wait! Stop! STOP!” she yells as he turns a corner, she runs after him and comes to an abrupt halt as she turns the corner and runs into him.
His arms are around her in an instant, to steady her, but having him so close is just making her more unstable.
“Why have you been following us?” she stammers as she struggles to find her breath.
“No one captures the world like you do…” he says in a breathless voice, “I am not a stalker. I just need to see you, to remember you are real.”
She extracts herself from his arms and frowns up into his ocean deep eyes.
“What if I’m not?”
“Real?” he asks.
“Yes. What if what you make of me is just in your head? Then getting to know me would only destroy me.”
“Sure. But wouldn’t you rather chance it, than never knowing?”
“No one can live up to some one’s expectation of them.”
“I don’t even know you, how can I have any expectations for you?”
“Exactly, no expectations are very easy to live up to.”
“I think I might just enjoy you.” She smiles, happy to realize there is someone who can keep up with her train of thought.
“Good,” he returns the smile and bends down.
Slowly, he places a soft kiss on her lips and then, realizing there is no resistance, he grabs her hips and pushes her up against a wall. He kisses her until they are both breathless and let go. He hovers just above her face and mutters, “You are magnificent. Given the chance, I might just fall in love.”
“I rarely fall in love…” she replies.
“Are you open to some persuasion?” he asks, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and tracing the line of her neck with a single finger.
“Always…” she answers as she pulls him in for another kiss.