Sep 29, 2010 16:07
The creases in his green kilt ripple across the fabric as he taps his feet to the beat. He leans in close, lips brushing his microphone, as he sings the lyrics out to the fans staring back at him. His fingers pull just the right notes from his bass in perfect time with his bandmates.
For the next song, he’ll put it aside, set his lips against the mouthpiece of his bagpipes, and play it with a skill that makes me sigh.
When his eyes move across the crowd and look in my direction, I’ll pretend that he noticed me, that he looked right at me. Even if I’m only a face in the cheering crowd to him, I can’t take my eyes off him. I know he's married, I know he has three beautiful boys. But, at this very moment, the little gold ring that would keep him safe from girls like me is off his finger so that he can play his bass flawlessly.
He's fair game.
He's all mine.
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(172 words)
Yeah, this one got away from me so I'm starting a new tag: 100 Plus!
So...
Yep, I'm a groupie now and am totally in love with this bass/bagpipe player. He's amazingly hot, he's so talented, he's really funny and nice and just all around OMG. I got to take a picture with him, I've been able to talk with him and tell him how amazing he is, and a friend of mine grabbed one of his dropped guitar picks for me.
Trust me when I say I could have taken this a very different place if I had wanted to ;)
100 plus