Hero is an singer in her civilian identity and villain finds out
Thank you for this ask! May I present to you...
Hero took a few sips from her water bottle while her director stood over her, barking orders about how she should wave towards the crowd, smile at the paparazzi, fix her hair and blow some kisses.
"Yeah, yeah," Hero replied dismissively, taking one moment to glance at the burly man looming over her. She stood up straighter and set her water down on a neaby stool. "What time is it?" She asked.
"About 9:30, you have ten minutes till showtime Civilian," the director said, looking down at his leather watch. "Is your voice warmed up enough?"
Hero swallowed before singing in an almost frightening high voice, "Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do!"
The director smiled before herding Hero to the curtains waiting to be opened. "Listen dear," he said, giving his "mandatory" pep talk like he did every concert. "Deep breaths, you got this. Just don't freak out. I will be right there the entire time."
Hero shrugged him off, looking at him with a smirk. "I do this every week Director, of course I'll be fine." She rolled her blue eyes and started to hum to herself, warming up her vocals. Director nodded in approval before walking away to his seat- a good chair to watch his singer perform and to give her any motivation she needed.
"Let's give it for Ebonee Jakes! Wooooo!" The crowd broke into a series of hoots and hollers before a skinny, beautiful lady pranced onto the backstage.
"Now is the moment you've all been waiting for! Civilian and her band The Space," the announcer screamed. Hero could just imagine the short, well suited up, brown hair man trot across the stage. She smiled, this was her moment to shine.
Hero spun around to see her director running up to her with a panic stricken expression on his chubby cheeks.
"Yes?" Hero asked, pursing her lips. She had to get out there...
"The percussionist is sick. Threw up and nearly keeled over, probably a tad stressed from the tour, but he can't perform tonight," the director anxiously reported, nervously biting his lip.
"What?!" Hero squealed, heartbeat shooting up into her throat. "How, how... how can I perform without a drummer?"
"We have a spare from another band that is willing to sub," the director said, a bit more color replacing his previously paled skin. "He is pretty good, not as good as our's of course, but-"
"Where is he?" Hero growled, pushing past the director and looking around for a man that closely resembled a percussionist.
"Here," the director led her to a very handsome young man. His jaw was very pronounced, contemplating his sharp green eyes. He had dark brown hair, fluffy, and brushed slightly to the side. His bushy eyebrows needed to be brushed and trimmed, but he worked.
"Tell the announcer that I need five minutes," Hero told the director.
"What's your name?" Hero asked.
"Donovan," the man responded with a smile on his face.
"Okay Donovan." Hero gestured towards a pair of sticks. "Give me a beat."
The dark haired boy took the sticks and tapped against two stools. She was surprised how amazing it sounded even though they weren't even drums. This could work...
"Okay you're in. Hustle, hustle." She clapped to enunciate her point before grabbing him by his elbows and pulling him along. He was wearing a black suit and tie, not her band's dress code.
"I need you to change into this." Hero tossed Villain a white t-shirt and a red plaid flannel. He caught them and turned around before hiding behind a mirror to change.
"Those fit?" Hero asked when he walked out. Donovan smiled and nodded, straightening out the ripples in the shirt.
"Thanks," he said. Hero's face crinkled, she recognized that voice.
Director appeared again and gave Hero a series of thumbs-up and thumbs-down. Hero returned it with a thumbs-up and both singer and percussionist went to the curtains.
"Thank you," Hero whispered to Donovan. He smiled and nodded in return, averting her gaze. She ignored the sudden odd behavior and mentally prepared herself.
The curtains opened, revealing Hero to the screaming crowd below. Once she may have squirmed and retreated after being approached by all these people, but now? Now between being a famous singer and a hero on top of that, paparazzi and fans didn't bug her anymore.
"Ladies and gentlemen may I present to you the star of the evening... Civilian and The Space!"
"Woooo!" Hero screamed and skipped to the front of the stage, her hands up in the air. She knew that her sequenced skirt shined in the artificial lights illuminating the auditorium, she knew that her make-up made her look like a model.
She knew she was good and she knew that the audience knew this.
"How are you today!" Hero yelled out into the crowd.
A chorus of "Good" followed that. Hero twirled around.
"Ready for some music, ya'll?!" She asked.
The crowed replied with urgent pleas to perform, but Hero cupped her hand around her ear and called, "I can't hear you!"
Hero ran backwards and in a circle before finding the best spot. With one look at her director, and an approved nod from him, all the lights focused on Hero.
"Is this on?" Hero asked and tapped the microphone until a vibrating hum sounded throughout the auditorium. The crowd laughed.
"Well good," Hero murmured softly and began to sing.
And following that single note was the prettiest string of guitar string with a dashing flare of the snare drum.
Even with the new band member, the lack of communication between the band, the song came together better than before.
Hero couldn't help but steal a glance at Donovan.
His eyes met her's and then a silent conversation passed between them.
She almost stopped singing.
Donovan narrowed his eyes and looked away. He knew it too.