Heart Beats

Pulling a fan onstage during the concert is just part of the show, until the jaded rock star meets the muse he wasn’t looking for…

JAGGER
The media calls me “Jaded Jagger” and they’re not wrong. I wasn’t just a rising star, I was the rock industry’s sunshine from the moment I debuted, and that instant mega-stardom put me on center stage, 24/7. Money, fame, women… Anything I want is mine for the taking, and I’ve taken plenty. It’s all disposable. Things stop mattering when you have the world at your feet. When all you have to do is show up, and whatever you want is automatically yours.

That’s how I assume it’ll be when I pull a gorgeous brunette onstage during a concert. It’s part of the gig. The crowd loves it, and the female fans I choose are always very grateful after the show. They don’t call it a backstage pass for nothing.

Only…something’s different tonight. Every cell in my being lights up the instant I take the brunette’s hand. When I sing my chart-topping rock ballad to her, the words have meaning. She’s different. Special. Important. I don’t know how, but I know. There’s a connection. I don’t just want to bury myself in Maria’s hot body, I want to lose myself in her.

When the music ends, she disappears into the crowd instead of going backstage. But our song isn’t over. I didn’t believe in muses–or love at first sight–until this woman. Now that I’ve found her, I’m not letting her get away.