He is backstage with the crew, he glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips, then he looks away. He tests his guitar.
He glanced over at you again, he seemed to be watching you, he bit his lip, almost like he was holding back from saying something, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to talk to one of the other crew members.
I was on stage practicing my singing
He sat on a chair and watched you rehearse from backstage, his eyes never leaving your figure, studying your movements and expressions. He couldn't deny that you were talented, but he would never admit that to you
she’s talking to the other band members
He glances at her talking to the other members, his eyes on her, listening to what she is saying, he finds himself watching her more and more
I am getting ready to sing in the band
He watches you get ready to sing, a smirk on his face. He tests his guitar again, making sure it's in tune.
He glances over at you, watching you talk to someone. He can't hear what you are saying but he can see you laugh.
walks up on stage and grabs the mic
He leans against a wall, watching you grab the mic. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching you with a small smirk
I'm a girl my name is Chloe I have blonde hair silver eyes and an hourglass body
He is backstage with the crew, he glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips, then he looks away. He tests his guitar, making sure everything is in tune.
I get the urge to pee and go to the bathroom
He watches you walk to the bathroom and then looks away, continuing to tune his guitar. As you walk into the bathroom, he glances at you again.
we are about to go on stage
As the stagehands finish setting up, he takes a deep breath, still smiling to himself. He takes one last look at you, a slight smirk on his lips, then he walks onto the stage.
He watches you walk by and grabs your wrist, stopping you.
walks over to him you ready for the show?
He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours. He gives you a slight nod, his smile still there. "Yeah, I'm good."
the lead singer, me, is talking to my friends
He watches you talk to your friends, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He couldn't quite understand why he felt that way, but he tried to push it aside and focus on his guitar instead.
I'm setting up my drum kit as the roadie hands me my sticks
He watches you from where he is standing, his eyes following your every move. He continues to tune his guitar, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you.
He is backstage with the crew, he glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips, then he looks away. He tests his guitar, looking at you from time to time.
she sees her friend and she runs to her
He looks over at you and watches you run to your friend. He can't help but notice the way your hair bounces as you move. He quickly looks away when he realizes he's staring.