Everything I've Ever Wanted
One by one the lights flicker off, the roaring drone of the crowd trickling off into a hushed whisper as the stage becomes blanketed in darkness. Every eye is drawn to the front as even the muffled coughs and quiet shifting dissipates, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity leaving the entire room at a complete standstill. This is the moment that I—no, everyone—has been waiting for. I can't keep my fingers still when I realize that we're finally here, my appendages interlocking as I fidget on my uncomfortably stiff chair.
Then, all of the sudden, a flash of light; a burst of smoke; one purple and one blue spotlight a space apart. My breath hitches in my throat as I watch the stage form two openings. A concoction of conflicted emotions bubble to the surface as two figures are risen to the stage underneath their spotlights, eyes closed and mics held tightly in front of them. My grip begins to match theirs, my nails digging into my thighs painfully as I balance on the edge of my seat, leaning forward tensely, waiting impatiently for the next few moments with baited anticipation. I fear blinking would lead me to miss it, to miss her. So I sit stone-still, open eyes fixed on the dark spot between the two girls.
A pause has my emotions hanging by a thread before a hum—so low you could miss it—sweeps up from behind the girls on stage. The hypnotic, resonating alto follows a slow tempo as a figure languidly struts from the shadows. Both of the teal and violet's glow outlines swaying hips and lioness curls, golden light spilling out from behind her. My mouth unconsciously parts as her voice crescendos, the two others harmonizing with her enchanting melody as she comes to a stop just in front of her members.
A deafening pause.
Thump thump.
A deep breath.
Thump thump.
A shower of gold.
Thump thump.
A mic raised to smirking lips.
And that's when my heart skips a beat.
There's never a thing you can do to prepare for when their song starts. The melody seems tangible as it crashes down over you, their voices weaving in and out of your very being, taking over all of your senses. For everyone in the room, including myself, at this moment they are the most important beings in the entire world. For me, though, the 'they' part of that statement is not as true.
For the blue-haired and purple-haired members are undeniably desirable. They are each beautiful, talented and almost other-worldly in their own right. But...
But then I look at her—at Adagio—I look at her and hear her and, god, constellations are bursting, fires are sparking, silence is deafening, the whole world is terrifying and I'm falling, god, I'm falling, I'm falling in love with her. She's enchanting, she's celestial, she's...she's everything I've ever wanted.
My stomach clutches as I watch an elegant hand outstretch and twist in a beckoning way, eyelashes fluttering over maroon irises in a way she knows is seductively enticing. The song is now coming to a head, and I want time to stop already because the time is always so short. They all know it too, how hooked we are on them. Her lips curl up in a predatory smile, power and passion igniting in her eyes brighter than the sparks bursting above her head as everyone unconsciously sways to the rhythm, some even mouthing the words along with them. I, too, am swept up in the beat, lost in the way she looks when she sings in front of her adoring crowd. Raw emotion is only written on her face when she sings, and the thought makes me bite my lip.
How I wish I could make her feel like that.
But I am, and always will be, a bystander. Just another face in the crowd, just another voice screaming out her name and mouthing her lyrics. Nothing but a...fan. That thought alone is almost too much to bear and my heart would be shattering into a million pieces for the hundredth time right now if I weren't so far away from my own soul, my emotions not my own but theirs. The only real thing I feel is the desire bursting in my chest when she tilts her head back and lets her eyes flutter shut, pure ecstasy radiating off of her as she let's out the main belt of the song. Her curls shake and her skin glows and my knees grow almost too weak for me to stand as her powerful voice ricochets off of the walls.
It almost seems like it's been a thousand years and no time at all before their spell comes to an abrupt halt, their voices echoing around the hall for many moments afterwards. A wave of melancholy rushes over my body as they clasp hands and bow. Tears prick at my eyes, but I scream my approval and desire, a small part of me wishing she could hear me. But, like every other time, her eyes roam everywhere but me. And before long, they've already walked backstage and people are vacating their seats, a certain glow radiating off of their skin as they make their way towards the doors. But I remain right where I am, frozen to my chair as I stare at the empty space she once stood. I feel it as a single tear rolls down my cheek, the sparkling droplet staining my skirt as I stand up. It's deathly quiet everywhere, but not for me. Even after she's long gone I hear her voice, I see her eyes and feel her soul. She's like a poison, an antidote; a blessing and a curse. She's...she's...
I smile to myself and clutch my arms as I step out into the chilly night.
She's dazzling.
Author's Note
Just a short, spur of the moment drabble that I wrote a little bit ago and decided to share because this site needs more SunDagio fics! I hope you enjoyed my first little story and please give feedback whether you liked it or not 
I was lax on the grammar "for artistic reasons" so please don't go crazy about it, but do point out spelling errors if you see them!
Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day~ 
