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All of Halestorm’s stuff is just so…chef’s kiss. But this song has and always will hold a special place in my heart.

I honestly might turn this into like a whole fic bc this request is gold ❤‍🔥

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It was unusually warm for Santa Carla, especially for November. But my god, did it make for good concert weather. The warmth of the stage lights, the slight breeze, the sweat sticking to her skin, the cheering crowd. It was just so exhilarating. She stepped up to the mic, tuning her guitar as she smiled at the crowd. 

“Alright! Sshhhhhhutup.” she demanded, smiling like a cheshire cat as the crowd immediately got quiet. 

“We got one more for y’all, you may know it. It’s on our new EP that just came out, you can get it at Video Max.” 

The crowd cheered, knowing exactly what the song was. Y/n closed her eyes as her fingers moved swiftly over the strings, muscle memory taking over. That familiar feeling of euphoria washed over her as she began to sing, her voice ringing over a cheering crowd. 

Y/n usually made eye contact with members of the crowd; it made her feel like she had a more personal connection with her fans. But what she failed to notice tonight was the tall blonde in the back, face awe-stricken as he watched her. Her vocals, the guitar solo, her stage presence. It was all just so…mesmerising. 

What was even better was that the blonde related to the song. It made him feel feelings that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Feelings he wasn’t sure he was capable of experiencing anymore. 

“Man, why’d you gotta run the fuck away like that? David’s pissed as fuck!” Marko huffed, jogging up to his brother. Y/n had the same effect on him, though. He froze, standing beside Paul and just staring at her. 

“I’m gonna marry her.” Paul mumbled, watching Y/n move across the stage like a hawk. 

“Bro what? You’ve been with us since like 1902 and I have never heard you mentions fucking marriage.” Marko retorted. 

Paul just shrugged, turning to go back to the bikes. He knew Y/n would find him when the time was right, and if she didn’t, he’d go looking for her. 

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Y/n wandered around the boardwalk, enjoying the solitude of being by herself, even in the crowd of tourists. Being alone was rare for her, and a thoroughly enjoyed treat. She sipped on an iced lemonade, enjoying the cooling sensation it had on her sore vocal chords. 

A little boy suddenly ran up to her, smiling excitedly. A cute couple followed a few feet behind him, smiling fondly at the boy. The kid smiled up at Y/n, obviously having trouble containing his excitement as he was basically vibrating with it. 

“I-I-Iloveyourmusicsomuchandyou’resoprettyandcanIhaveyourautograph?” 

(translation - I love your music so much and you’re so pretty and can I have your autograph) 

Y/n smiled, giggling as she bent down to his level. He was adorable, with tousled brown hair and a blue jacket. Freckles dotted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. 

“Of course, little man!” she smiled as he handed the 45’, pulling a sharpie out of his pocket as well. Y/n signed it, her swooping signature looking very rockstar-like as she drew little hearts and stars around her name as well. 

“What’s your name, honey bun?” she asked, handing the single back to him. 

“Laddie! And that’s Star! She has a crush on Michael.!” he exclaimed loudly, pointing back at the woman clad in a white tank top and sparkly purple skirt, standing securely under the protective arm of who she assumed was Michael. 

The woman walked up to Y/n, smiling gently. 

“Hi…sorry about him, he’s very excited to see you.” she said apologetically. Y/n shook her head, giggling. 

“Nah, he’s fine. I’d be excited too if I met somebody I looked up to.” Y/n munched on her cotton candy, offering some to Star and Laddie. Laddie happily took a handful of the fluffy pink treat, but Star declined. 

Suddenly four motorcycles pulled up, surrounding them. Star immediately began to look uncomfortable, shrugging out from under Michael’s arm and putting a protective hand on Laddie’s shoulder. 

Y/n looked them over, her heart skipping a beat when she noticed one of the blondes staring at her. He was handsome; blue eyes, slender face, wild hair. He smiled at her, winking. The blush that graced her cheeks made him chuckle. 

“Hey, sweet pea. Why not come for a ride, hm?” he called. He was straightforward. Y/n liked that. Usually she wouldn’t just hop onto the back of a strangers bike, but she was also a few beers deep and her bandmates had probably already left in their shared van so why not. Maybe he’d offer her a place to stay for the night. 

Y/n climbed on the back of the bike, snaking her arms around the man’s torso. 

“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked softly.

“Paul. These are my brothers Marko, David, and Dwayne. And I see you’ve already met Laddie and Star.” Y/n smiled adoringly as Paul tousled Laddie’s hair as the boy scurried over to Dwayne’s bike. 

“Paul,” Y/n repeated. “I like that name.” 

Paul chuckled as she rested her chin on his shoulder. What happened next proceeded to put everybody on edge. 

“Where you goin, Star?” David asked. His tone was threatening, like an overprotective parent. 

Star proceeded to climb the back of Michael’s bike, giving David a stubborn glare. 

“For a ride. This is Michael.” 

“Star,” David's next statement left no room for argument, prompting a now submissive Star to get off Michael's bike and climb on behind David. The poor thing looked like she wanted to cry. 

Michael stared at the platinum blonde, both disgusted and surprised that Star allowed him to push her around so easily. 

“I can’t beat your bike.” Michael said, not daring to challenge the leader. David chuckled, giving him a devilish smile. 

“You don’t have to beat me, Michael. You have to keep up.” 

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