by Candy Quinn
To of course, the leather pants he performed in which did well in showing off everything else he had. Strong delectable legs, and ample crotch bulge. Even though I'd never been with a man yet, I was wise enough to know what that entailed. I wanted it.
All of it. For years everything about him and surrounding him has been my greatest fantasy. I wanted the rock and roll lifestyle, to have nearly a billion dollars like he did, to be adored by millions. And I wanted him on top of it all.
I leaned back in my chair. It was a lazy Saturday morning for me. I was in t-shirt and panties, hanging off my body loosely. As I watched Leo gyrate and pelvic thrust, I was just taken by everything he did. I imagined him touching my body, caressing my breasts. I imagined him using those skillful fingers slide into my pussy and play me just as well as his guitar.
I wanted to be his instrument, singing for him as he plucked the things that me do so. Thrusting his finger inside me, cooing and moaning along to his demands. Letting the electricity from his fingers shudder through me. Skillfully fucking my pussy with his fingers but keeping a steady pressure on my clit to make damn sure that he was getting the absolute most use out of me possible.
Faster, we built to the climax of our symphony. He would bring everything together, higher and higher. My sights never shifted from the man of my adoration. I'd be echoing for him, I'd be crooning for him. He'd give me this and so much more and this'd only be the first thing he'd do to me this night.
Then, I'd let myself be heard. It hit me so hard, and so suddenly, right as the song was winding down, I finished bringing myself to orgasm, and was left with the reminder that I was alone in my parents house.
Someday, I'd be right there with Leo. Enjoying all of his riches, both in the economic and the physical sense. Someday, I would be his woman, and he would write songs about me.
Or I was foolish teenaged virgin with ridiculous dreams that didn't have a snowballs chance in hell of coming true.
One or the other.
Probably the latter. It wasn't as if he would see me and see that I was the one. Given that I didn't really know how to play any instruments well beyond the most basics of you strum the guitar to make it make a sound, it wasn't like I was going to become a rock star on my own either. I was a typical teenager with overblown crazy dreams and nothing more.
I sighed, and closed my laptop. I leaned over to my old clock radio and turned that on instead. Sure, most kids my age didn't even bother with the radio anymore. We had streaming services and the internet to fulfill all of our musical curiosities. It was the same for me, but there was one thing that changed my habits.
Leo Rose was holding a concert near me. That meant another thing - that the local radio stations would make their shot at staying relevant by giving away tickets to his show.
I couldn't afford tickets on my own. Not to a gigantic show like Leo Rose's in the least.
I could afford the price of free however.
Some song I didn't care for was now winding down. The DJ took to the radio. "That was a new classic; 202.3 always bringing you the best of all classics, old and new. Speaking of instant classics, Leo Rose is coming to the Harding Coliseum and Performing Arts Center tonight!"
Tonight, I wasn't doing anything beyond just puttering around the house. It was lazy summer and I was at the final days of being a senior at high school where nothing seemed to matter. All there really was on the agenda was plotting the next half century or so of my life which wasn't exactly something I looked forward to doing.
"In tribute to Leo Rose's hit single 'Eleven Things To Never Forget About You', we're going to be giving the eleventh, twenty-second, and thirty-third callers special V.I.P. tickets to tonight's show, which includes in person meet and greet with the man Leo Rose himself!"
I gulped. A meet and greet? I thought it'd just be for tickets and nothing else. I'd be able to meet Leo Rose? I almost fainted right then and there, forgetting that I hadn't even entered the contest yet, let alone won anything.
"We're going to play just that song, and when we come back, we'll see who our very special winners are!" He then announced the number that everyone who wanted to enter should call.
'Eleven Things' hit the airwaves, and I was panicking, wondering if I should plan any strategy. Would there be that many people calling? Should I delay? Should I dial immediately? How many people in this town wanted to see Leo Rose but didn't have tickets yet?
I shook my head trying to clear out the panicked crazy, and realized I was overthinking it. I couldn't really plan any of these things, at least not quick enough before the thirty-third caller was announced.
Sliding over my bed, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number. I crossed my fingers, my toes, and wondered if I had any other things to cross in hopes to win the ticket - and the chance to meet Leo Rose.
I was so anxious, I couldn't even enjoy the sweet sounds of the Leo Rose song that was playing on the radio.
For me, that's incredibly anxious.
As the song drew to a close, my entire body tensed up. "Oh please, oh please, oh please..."
"Caller eleven?"
"Hello!"
"What's your name beautiful?"
"Jenny. Did I win?" They asked. It was not me asked. This didn't do my nerves well.
"Yes you did Jenny! You're going to tonight's Leo Rose show!'
"Woo!" They seemed excited. Not excited enough though.
They bantered a bit. I didn't care. It wasn't me winning.
"Let's go to the twenty-second person. Caller?"
"Oh hey, that's me?"
"Yes sir!"
Some guy.
"I get to go to the concert tonight. That's great."
"Are you not a Leo Rose fan?"
"I'm sure he'll play some of his old hits."
"Alright. Your name sir?"
"Hank."
I wanted to strangle Hank through the radio just then. More talk about Leo Rose that wasn't absolute worship. Suddenly, I was feeling crushed. I wasn't going to win. I mean, I told myself as much before hand, but faced with the reality of it, well, was far more depressing than I think I was really ready for.
Sadly, I looked at my phone and started to go toward the hang up button.
"Caller thirty-three!"
There was some reverb just then. Was that coming from the radio... and my phone?
I swallowed.
"Caller thirty-three, are you there? Caller thirty-three? Do we have to give it to thirty-four?"
It was me. I was caller thirty-three.
I screamed.
"Well then, Caller Thirty-Three!"
"It's me, I'm the winner?" I said into the phone.
"Yes you are, miss! You're the final winner of V.I.P. tickets to tonight's Leo Rose concert!"
I screamed again.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, hyperventilating.
"You're welcome, miss! Your name?"
"Haley! I'm Haley, and I'm Leo Rose's biggest fan in the whole wide world! Universe! Everywhere! Thank you!"
"Well Haley, calm down, don't have a heart attack! You can't go to the concert if you're in the hospital!"
"I can't believe it. I'm going to get to meet Leo Rose!"
I screamed for the third time.
I don't think the DJ appreciated it that much. I didn't care.
I was going to get to meet my idol, and that's all that mattered.
I was about to explode in my seat. I was about to see him perform.
All day I was running around trying to get in my best outfit possible. My mother had to talk me out of showing up with my Sunday’s best. This was a concert, not church. Eventually I settled on a Leo Rose t-shirt and jeans, aiming to appear normal instead of some overly-enthusiastic Leo Rose fanatic who was a tad bit over-the-top in love with the guy.
I wouldn't want to come off like that now, would I?
Best seats in the house. Luckily, I wasn't required to sit next to the other contest winners otherwise I wou
ld be planning violence against that Hank guy for besmirching the honor of Leo.
Though I figured seeing Leo Rose perform live merely feet in front of me would numb my desire for vengeance.
He walked out onto the stage. His hair was long, slick, dark, and beautiful. He was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt with the powerful muscles of his arms leading to what was clearly a ripped chest. His tight leather pants just making me wet and forgetting all about the music for a second. Leo Rose was ten times hotter in person than he was on a screen.
And he was really fucking hot on a screen.
"How is everyone here tonight?" He called out, his voice loud but booming through the arena's sound system. The crowd responded loudly. "I can't hear you!"
The crowd responded even more loudly. Me? I was screaming my little head off.
I still couldn't believe that I got seats like this, and this wasn't even the part I was most excited about. Instead, the thought of being able to at least shake his hand, get closer to him, to talk to him. My mind was rushing with fantasy of what could follow with such an encounter. Rationally, I knew it'd just be an innocent encounter and nothing more.
Didn't matter to my imagination. This was Leo Rose, who had dominated my wildest dreams for the better part of a decade.
The show that he performed was fantastic. I never had the slightest bit of doubt that it would be. It wasn't as if this was the biggest crowd he had ever performed in front of, but he always gave one hundred and ten percent effort to putting on such a wonderful show.
I squealed when he took off his shirt half way through - and so did half the rest of the crowd too.
It was time for the final final song. The fourth encore. "One more folks, and then I have to be going."
The crowd booed.
"I know, but my managers are going to start physically pulling me off the stage if I keep going. You've all been wonderful. Let's finish this all with a song about finding that thing we're all searching for, about finding the one in a billion. You, and only you." He said as he pointed out into the crowd.
As he began to sing his ballad, his eyes panned over the crowd. "Through hell, through high water, through the devil himself, I've been searching."
I knew this one so well. It was my favorite Leo Rose song.
He continued. "False idols I've worshiped in hoping she would be the one, my heart shattered into a billion pieces as I looked through the other billions in search of her."
I knew how he sang this song. Always over exaggeratedly looking over the crowd, as if he were truly looking for the one in billions.
"The her I've been searching for has been you," as he continued over the crowd, his gaze finally stopped, landing on me. I was looking into the eyes of Leo Rose, and he was looking into mine. For a moment, he was silent. Too silent. This wasn't how the song went; he missed a line, his backing band confused and repeating the riff that was supposed to be behind it. All while looking at me. His eyes went wide for a second, and then he blinked, remembering where he was, singing the next verse."You, and only you."
I was blushing, but I was also confused. Why did he stop on me? I didn't mind having his attention, but I quickly wondered if I had something on my face.
No, I didn't.
I had captured his gaze somehow, just through being me. What made me all that special, I wondered?
Sipping water, I paced around backstage where the goons from the radio station told me to wait at. I wasn't given any hard times, but it was about midnight already. I wondered how long would I have to meet with Leo. Would it be any more than just a handshake, photo, and sending me on my way?
I was also told I'd be last, since I was the third winner of the contest. I could see the other two winners nearby. An older woman, and a bigger guy who was maybe a few years older than me.
There was a room with a star on it. Could it have been? Yes, it was. Leo Rose stepped out of the room. Sadly, he had put a shirt back on, and had a towel draped around his neck. He had a few handlers orbiting him.
I was too far away to listen in. He met with the older woman, putting on a smile. She forced a hug on him, nearly crushing him, but I could see him coping. It made me feel typical; sure his lady fan has a crush on him. Who wouldn't have a crush on Leo Rose?
Handshakes followed, the woman pulled out her phone and held it as far away as she could. A flash. I called it. Just a handshake and a photo, and a hug if I was crazy enough.
Nonetheless, she seemed pleased. She was giggling and wandered off, being shown the way by security. He was now to the dude. The handshake began immediately. This time, however, Leo wasn't smiling. The handshake never seemed to end. The guy's mouth was moving, and Leo was just sitting there nodding endlessly. Leo gestured towards the man's phone. He just kept talking - and then talked some more.
Leo yawned, and then waved him away. Eventually security intervened, and walked the second guy away.
He kept on talking the whole way.
Soon, Leo took a moment to pull himself together before coming to me.
He was walking toward me.
I fought myself. I needed to act mature, like an adult and be cool about this.
I failed.
"Oh my god, you're Leo Rose, you're the best, I'm your biggest fan," I began, shaking like I was some innuendo-laden workout device. "I can't believe I''m getting to meet you."
Leo, on the other hand, was much more calm. Smiling, he finally spoke directly to me. "This is quite an improvement over the last dude telling me that I've sucked since my second album and I need to go back on the cocaine to make better music."
"Cocaine?"
"I was never on the cocaine, love. I don't know why on earth he thought I was."
"Always knew you were too smart for that stuff. It's why you're the greatest."
His smile turned into a smirk. "You're a bit young for a radio winner, aren't you?"
"It was the only way I was going to be able to see your show. I've wanted to see you live for years. To see you in person too, well, um," I blushed.
He looked me over, up and down. Was he checking me out? "You are?"
"Haley."
"Haley? That's a right beautiful name." He took in a deep breath. "Well, Haley. I don't have anything else planned for tonight outside some R&R. You're a bit more special I think than the rest of my random fans."
"Special?"
"Wrong word? You caught my eyes when I was performing. I wasn't going to forget you so easily, and now you show up right in front of me? This is like, destiny or something like that."
"Destiny?"
"Is everything a question for you?" He laughed. "Charming. Bright eyed. Not soulless, like a lot of the people I encounter in my life. You want to come back to my room and have a bite to eat?"
A shiver ran down my spine. Rationally, I thought about how scummy this could be. Me, a naive teenager following a rock star oozing sex back to his room.
The heart however, told me this was Leo Rose, the man who I had spent way too much time fantasizing about. "Of course," I said. "Dinner with Leo Rose? What idiot would turn that down?"
He waved me forward with a finger, and then shot a glance at security. "Bit of privacy folks. I doubt Haley here is hiding a blade on her to shank me."
The security guys, bald and bulky, nodded. What did they think was about to happen?
What did I think was about to happen? Was I about to become just another groupie? How many had Leo Rose indulged himself in over the years?
I shook my head clean of it as I walked into his room. It was exquisite for something that was clearly whipped up in a hurry. Soft leather couch, bottles of wine corked up and looking expensive, and roses all strewn about.
Leo took one and offered it to me. "I don't even emphasize roses in my promotional materials but places keep throwing them at me. Enjoy one for yourself."
I don't think there was a way for me to possibly blush harder than I had at that moment, being offered a rose from Rose. I took
it, inhaled it's fragrance, and slid it in my hair.
"Looks good on you. You some sort of fertility goddess?"
He was so overwhelming a presence that I was just smiles and laughs. I knew he was talented, I knew he was rich, I didn't expect him to be funny, and I really didn't expect him to be so into me like this.
He picked up a phone. "Calling my assistant to get some food. What do you want? She can get anything. Skies the limit. Want Pizza? Fine. Filet Mignon? She'll do it."
I looked left, I looked right, and felt panic hit me. What do I order here? I wasn't that hungry, hunger being suppressed by the sheer thrill of being near Leo Rose of all people. "Um, uh, a salad?"
He rolled his eyes. "Get us some pizza, Sheryl. Mix it up. For you and the crew too, we'll take our pick." He clicked it off.
"What about the salad?"
"The salad is a choice for someone who is afraid of how they're appearing. You, my love, are perfect already."
"What if I didn't like pizza?"
"Everyone likes pizza, let's not be silly here." He leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs, his eyes never leaving me. "Tell me Haley, what's your aspiration?"
"Uh, I stock shelves at..."
"That's a job. Not an aspiration. What do you want out of life?"
I froze, again second guessing myself. What do I say here? Do I tell the truth? I didn't want to blow it and make Leo Rose think I was a loser.
"Come on. I'm not going to judge you."
I took in a deep breath. What did I have to lose? I never expected to get this far with Leo Rose to begin with. "I've always wanted what you've had, Mr. Rose."
"Just call me Leo. What do I have?"
"I wanted that rock and roll lifestyle, to be adored by millions, to be a sex symbol, to be loaded and never have to worry about money again."
"That all is very nice, yes. What do you play? Sing? Dance?"
"An instrument? No, I'm terrible at all of them. I have two left feet, and I can't sing worth a damn. I love music, but it's always been a pipe dream for me."
"Why don't you sing for me anyway?"
"I told you I'm terrible."