(A/N): So, no ones voted on who to write about for my Halloween one shot. Boo (see what I did there? No? Okay). Just so you guys know, votes for that will close October 20th. Just go to Poland x Reader chapter and the voting candidates are at the bottom. I will also be adding 2P!Oliver and 2P!Flavio as candidates! If you want actual pairings, I can do those, too.
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(t/n)- town name
(i/n)- instrument name

"Thank you, (t/n)! And good night!" Your band mate shouted into the crowd. Your breath was slightly heavy as the lights dimmed around you and the crowd roared. You had finished playing your last song for the night and you were slightly dizzy. You and your band mates grabbed your stuff and headed off stage. Your band wasn't the main act but was directly before it. You guys were actually one of the best bands in town.

As you were walking backstage, you saw the next band getting ready to set up. You  had begun to have a slight admiration for them. Only, the real person you had an admiration for was the singer and lead guitarist, Arthur Kirkland. From his awesome style to his sexy attitude, you just loved everything about him. As they walked past you, you flicked your eyes to get a glimpse at Arthur. He looked amazing as always in his studded leather jacket and black pants. He didn't even look at you; he just kept his eyes strait focused on the stage. He had a look to his face suggesting he was thinking deeply about something.

Once they were out of sight, you decided to ask your band mates if you guys could stay to watch them perform even though you guys had originally planned to leave right after your performance.

"Why?" one of your band mates said cracking a smile. "So you can oggle over them?!"

Your jaw dropped. "Not true!" you retorted.

Another laughed. "Yeah, not all of them. Just Arthur!" They all started laughing. A blush creeped onto your face as they laughed. You crossed your arms and stuck your nose in the air.

"So what? I'm gonna go watch them! Follow if you want!" And with that you made your way to the side of the stage. The band was just starting to play "Enemies" by Shinedown. And you were practically blown away by his voice. It was so powerful and fierce even though he had to change the key to fit his voice. You leaned on a wall and just watched him perform. He was completely focused and looked like he was having the time of his life. He was moving around and doing some cool tricks with his guitar occasionally pointing a finger out to the audience. For some reason, that made you upset. But for now you just took in the mesmerizing sound.

When the song finished you began to clap but got startled when you heard someone next to you whistle. Your band mates were standing there next to you watching the performance, as well. You were glad that they stayed and didn't just ditch you; that would have been embarrassing. You trained your eyes back to the stage as the band kept performing, and Arthur never looked even remotely tired. All throughout the last song he was great.

The last song of the night started. It was "Jesus of Suburbia." You widened your eyes realizing he was about to play a nine minute song. Not many people could pull that off even if it wasn't the last they would play. You smiled at his dedication as the crowd went nuts.

At the part of "Dearly Beloved," he looked away from the audience and strait into your eyes. You froze and your eyes widened as your eyes locked for a few seconds. Once the beat picked up, he looked back to the audience now with a smirk on his face. Your band mates started patting your back and grinning at you. You scowled at them.

"Oh, grow up," you mumbled to yourself.  After the song was over, Arthur took a bow and began to help get the equipment. When he walked past you on the side of the stage, he didn't even so much as give you a backwards glance. Your heart felt shattered. He really didn't like you. 'Of course he doesn't really like me. He barely even knows me," You thought. "So we go to the same school and have almost all of our gigs together, but that doesn't mean we know each other, right?" You heaved a sigh and began to walk to the exit where your band mates were already waiting.

" 'Scuse me, love." You turned around and saw none other than the Brit who had been on your mind for the whole concert.

"Yeah?" you said. He had a sort of smirk on his face and his eyes were narrowed.

"Well. I just wanted to say that you play the (i/n)/sing very well." Your eyes widened slightly.

"Thanks." He chuckled at you.

"Yeah, love. In fact, you play/sing so well, I think you'd make a great addition to us. You can always join our band, if you want that is." You smiled but shook your head.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm happy where I am. It's nice to be in a band with them. They're a good group of people and awesome musicians. Sorry, but my answer's no." He shrugged and took out a piece of paper and a pen from his back pocket.

"Well, love, I guess I can't change your mind. But here's my number if you ever do want to join. Or any other reason, for that matter." He handed you the slip of paper and winked.

"Well, love. I must be going now. See you soon," he said as he waved goodbye and walked away. You looked at the piece of paper and saw what he wrote.

In case you need anything here's my number.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
-Arthur Kirkland
P.S: See you soon, Dearly Beloved.