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The Closest Thing to Gods	By : illbegood007 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rasmus Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rasmus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-In the Shadows
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Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own The Rasmus. Nor will I ever own any of the band members, because they own me! Just like all the other bands I love and care for, do. I only own Selene and the audience.

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Their music is pumping through the air like an electrical storm; unstoppable and rhythmic, beautiful and sinful at the same time. And here I am, standing near the front of the crowd with more than enough space around me to move and dance if ever I feel like it.

Of course, I don't dance. It just isn't my style.. Instead, I keep my eyes on him.

His hair is as I will always like it; bangs flattened, spiked in the back, with five black feathers sticking out of the glossy strands. His large hands cup the mic as if he is making love to it, as all great musicians should treat the instrument. As a lover would treat their partner. Becoming one with the microphone which was helping him or her along the road of fame. And here he is, doing it perfectly.

The rest of the band is just as amazing, but all of my attention is on him.

I sway in time to the song, my eyes drifting open and shut. I feel like I am each musical note, resonating from their voices and instruments. Each drum beat, each strum of the guitars. As if I’m not a fan, but the air that the music flows upon, reaching everybody’s ears.

I can feel the smirk on my lips, my own hands upon my body. Eyes.. I'm being stared at by a lot of people. I don't care. It's just him and I.

My eyes open and I look up, see him staring at me, screaming in to the microphone. His final note reaches its fevered pitch and I feel like the wind has been knocked from my lungs. As if his exhaustion has been transferred to me.. I feel electrified. Alive. As if I can jump in to the air and never, by will, land back on the sand.

Our eyes meet and he stands up straight, his eyes glued on me. I mimic his stance, my hands at my sides, head tilted down slightly. My eyes are outlined thick with kohl, and my lips are the darkest of reds; glossed and inviting. My skin is pale, almost transparent. I wear a velvet belly-top, the sleeves long and flowing. My one sided skirt reaches down my right side to my ankle and my bare feet slip through the sand, toes reveling in their freedom.

He loses the little game we've been playing for the past twenty seconds, looking away. Everyone notices and I begin to feel the needle-like angry and jealous stares of the other females around me. Quickly, I make my departure, as quietly and as calmly as possible. My breathing is slowing down, but I can not get rid of the grin on my mouth, locked in a vice-like grip and unbreakable.

Away from the crowd and concert grounds now, I take long, steadying breaths. Laughter threatens to bubble up to the surface and I let it out. A slow, rocking laugh that sounds partially soft and yet happy, contagious.

I stand up straight once more and turn back to the concert, only a few meters away, the screaming fans as the band which has only been my life a few years, completing their encore.

Finally, the fans and on-lookers begin to disperse, breaking off in different directions. None of them come my way. I don't blame them, as I'm standing in a rather shadowy area. One man does approach though, but it seems I have taken his spot and he changes directions and wanders off somewhere else.

I lift my gaze to the stage. I see him. He is sitting on the edge of the stage with no shirt on, the soaked material slung carelessly over his shoulder. His body glistens in the stage-lights from sweat and water (from his last song, one of the others in the band threw on him.)

My arms fold over my chest as I watch him. Something passed between us, as it always had when we had spotted one another through the crowds. It would always be the same. I would not move, where as the rest of the crowd would jump, scream and rave around madly, dancing to their Hellishly Heavenly music. We would glance at one another once he had found me. I would simply smile. He would look away.

Then I would disappear.

He is signing autographs now and the girls giggle and blush as he poses with one for a photograph. The girls mother looks more excited than her daughter. He kisses the girls cheek as a bonus and she walks away, totally spell-bound. She is quite pretty and I watch as Lauri's gaze follows her away, a smug grin on those lips of his. Green eyes sparkle and then sweep over the disappearing crowd, security apologizing to fans who try to get through and to the men they came to see.
Disappointed females and males beg the guards to let them through, but they decline and usher them towards the exits. He doesn't let them go un-happy though and stands up, waving vigorously to them all, smiling like.. A total dweeb. But cute as always, of course.

It’s almost time. I lift my left hand and check my wrist-watch, seeing that it is 11.48 pm. I walk out of the shadows just as he turns and walks to the back of the stage, exiting towards their bus. My footsteps are silent upon the sand, my skirt fluttering in the hot breeze. I keep my gaze lowered to the ground, watching my way through the darkened and empty concert area. Entering the back of the stage area, I lean against one of the metal stands, shivering and shrugging away from it when the cold bar touches my bare skin. Looking towards the bus, I don't see them anywhere.

Are they already on board? No! There goes my pla-

"You know you shouldn't be back here."

I almost scream, but contain it. I don't even flinch, amazingly. Lifting my head just enough, I look up in to the gazing eyes of the man I had fallen for since the first time we met.

"Lauri Ylonen, if you ever sneak up on me like that again, I'll eat your soul," I reply coolly, my head cocking to the side, hands on my hips.

"Yes, but then you would have one of Helluva time getting it out.." His face is hovering just inches from mine. I could lean forward and kiss him at any moment. What would his reaction be? My breath catches in my throat as I think of a few hopefuls.

He is lying down on the exact same stand I was leaning against, his bare stomach pressed to the freezing metal. He doesn't even quiver.

"Is that so? I could get it out with a few coaxing techniques I learned from the person you see in the mirror each morning." My feet step forward and I stand close enough to feel his heated breath upon my cheeks, his scent surrounding my body. I close my eyes to half-mast.

"You smell so good," I breathe.

"Why, thank you…"

I couldn't take it anymore. I did what any woman would do if she was standing inches from him like this. I stood on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips to his.
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