Quantum Entanglement

chapter 1

Derek's POV:

“You ready Rik? The show begins in thirty minutes.” George, my best friend of twelve years and manager, asks from his spot on the couch. I look up from where I’m hunched over my guitar, tuning it, and playing random melodies. “You know how it is.” I say and put down my guitar. I’m seated on a couch opposite to him, across a coffee table, in the green room. This is the last stage for this world tour. Sydney, my home town. No matter how many shows I do or how much fame I get, the adrenaline rush and the excitement bubbling inside of me is always like it’s my first. “I can’t wait to go up and start the show. Yet I want the time to pass by slowly or stop entirely so that I can cherish each and every moment of it.” I tell him. “It’s always the same yet different isn’t it?” He asks rhetorically. He is right and he knows it. My nod of conformation just boosted his ego on the fact.

It is true though. Having done multiple concerts since I was thirteen, it should have started to get boring or monotonous at least, but it didn’t. The worlds tour were never similar. Every time, every stage, something or the other was different. Be it the songs, aura, audience. Something or the other always changed. My fans- R.A.W.Myst- are loyal and loving to a fault. I came up with the fandom name because I wanted it to represent our bond and the message of my songs- love is strength.

R stands for red jasper- a gemstone that symbolizes empowerment, resilience and strength. My fans have shown all three qualities since the beginning of my career when the media targeted me, trying to bring me down and demotivate me for their entertainment and P.R. I couldn’t have done much since I had just started and didn’t have many connections at that time. Moreover, being a twelve year boy with dreams was enough for them to toy with me. My fans, and the agency, all elder than me of course, had always been my shield and encouraged me.

A stands for the constellation of Aquarius.  W in R.A.W.Myst stands for white onyx, it is also referred as the guardian stone- me. I want to be the guardian that helps people in anyways I can be it through my music, love, or my values and message as a human.

M is for moonstone – protection. The way I protect my fans if someone decides to target them and vice versa. The music industry is more corrupt than we let on, yet my fans know a bit more about it since the original ones have fought against it first handed and the newer one know the stories of my beginning.

Yst is for for amethyst , a gemstone symbolizing inner peace and calm mind. Thus, symbolizing my hope for the ways people feel whenever they listen to my music. Furthermore, the word raw-myst sounds phenomenal. Like a mysterious mist which has so much raw power that it’s magic and existence is extraterrestrial, a five-dimensional phenomenon that has the power to change the world. I hope it does.

“Derek, would you mind coming with us so that we can check your make-up, hair and outfit for any last minute changes.” Maria, a middle aged women and my stylist says sweetly. She is happily married with two kids and has that motherly aura that tells you she is as harmless, delicate and accepting as a mother hen.

I nod and get up. Keeping my guitar down on the sofa, I turn away to follow her. George was too engrossed on his phone to even notice my departure, or he was just uncaring. 

After fifteen minutes of the stylists fiddling with me, they all left me standing in front of the mirror. Though their work require for them to touch me basically all over my body, they never took advantage of the opportunity. My manager and agency took special care of that while assigning me to them. I spin at the spot, checking myself from all angles. “You all outdid yourselves as always. I’ll make sure to get the management to give you all a raise. My fans will totally agree.” They chuckle at the compliment and Rita, my hair stylist, said,” Thanks Derek. You’re just being a sweet boy as always.” I chuckled and gave up as there is no winning an argument with her.

Though I will make sure about the raise in their salary. They deserve it. This man looking back at me from the mirror is a proof of that. I’m 6’2 with a lithe built and an hourglass figure. With a sharp jaw line and shoulder length, black hair, I turn heads wherever I go. They had put my hair half up in a high bun with tendrils falling and curling from sides and back, enough to give me a sexy, post workout look. The eyeliner and mascara brings out my green eyes like emerald glistening in sunlight. My almost straight nose leads down to my gloss coated lip. My lower lip is more plump than the upper one, hence giving raise to my habit of randomly biting it from time to time. My face structure is note square cut like Damon Salvator, neither oval. It is somewhere in- between that gives me an adorable yet sexy look at the same time. Many have said I could pass as the biological son of Jeremy Gilbert from ‘ The Vampire Diaries’ and Tom Holland, based on my looks.

I’m dressed in a red satin shirt which has a deep V-neck that exposes my chest a little too much for this to be below eighteen. It flows down my arms and torso smoothly like a gentle stream flowing down a mountain. My arm tattoo that continues till my chest and shoulder peeks through, the n****e piercings making an indent in the material around it. The silk flows down my abs before disappearing inside the tight black leather pants. The pants are high waisted, thus it took me fifteen minutes of shimmying and twerking to get them past my muscular thighs and up to my narrow waist. After buttoning and zipping it, it snug perfectly against my flesh like second skin. I need God’s mercy for them to not tear mid-concert. My combat boots adding an inch or two to my already tall frame.

All in all, I’m a s*x god today. The females are sure to lose their overies over me and the males are sure to question their sexuality, or the loyalty of their partner, or both. These pants bring out the curve of my ass in such a delicious way that everyone would be dying to touch it. I spank my own ass because as I said, it’s too irresistible not to. I look at the clock and see I have to be up in five minutes. I give a hug to everyone before going to pick my guitar and making my way out the door among chores of best wishes.

Let the show begin.

I stood on the platform under the stage, that will lift up when its time, with my guitar in my arms. On cue, the lights in the arena dimmed, and fireworks went off. The screams of my fans turned deafening before they started shouting my name. “DE-REK! DE-REK! DE-REK...” The chants continued as the intro played. I started to elevate as the music was playing. The stage was now covered with fog, blue and purple spotlights falling on me. “SYDNEY!” The crowd went wild. “ARE YOU READY?” The screams continued.

I scanned the crowds as I started singing my first song. It was a melodious love song. “Sing along if you know this one.” “In the full moon night…” I started the song and the crowd joined. The arena was packed. I played the guitar while singing, and making eye contact with as many people as possible. Most of them were females- ranging from pre-teens to mothers of forty, fifty years. I spotted some men and children among the crowds as well. As expected, the women were swooning over me, fanning themselves and blushing while singing and dancing along, the men were either questioning their sexualities or giving their partners dirty looks- ha called that. The children were awestruck with big eyes and jaws dropping to the floor. I winked, waved and made gestures here and there the entire time the song played. ‘Moonlight’ ended and the music gradually transformed to a more upbeat song “Sunset cove’. It is a party song people at the beach usually groove to. No way was I going to stand still while singing this one. I grabbed the mic from the stand and made rounds by the edge of the stage, dancing and engaging the crowd as usual. The music was blaring in my ears and it pushed me on. I sang a few more songs before stopping for a ‘q-n-a’ session with my fans. I pulled off my ear piece with a huge grin on my face. “How are you all doing?” I shouted into my mic. The crowd shouted various answers, making it buzz like a busy market. I cought few words like good, awesome, ecstatic and ‘how are you’ as they resonated the most among them. “I am on top of the world being surrounded by you guys.” The flashes and other glowing objects contrasting against the dark arena made it look like a cluster of galaxies in a universe. More so because it was a kaleidoscope of white, mostly blue and purple with occasional pink and red. I had unofficially claimed the colours blue and purple as a symbol of my fandom since my go to themes are related to either sea or the cosmos, and they are my favourite as well. The fans picked those over the years as their way of making any reference or to show their love. Hence claiming the colours for ourselves. “I can be your pet daddy!” someone in the crowd shouted. I chuckled softlty. Then there are these thirsty comments. It’s no secret I am one s*x maniac. Not that I go through girls like going through my clothes or something, but with my persona and comments in interviews here and there, the world knows I’m no innocent. Far from it if I’m being honest. “I’d allow that only if your daddy does.” I sass back. The crowd either laughed or screamed. We conversed like this for a few minutes before my eyes darted to the front-line. A girl caught my eyes. How did I miss her? With the ombre effect going on in her hair- from black to purple to blue to sea green tips- she is hard to miss under normal circumstances. Then again, with the darkness, adrenaline rush and everything taken into consideration, it was easy to miss her her. I mean, I did uptill now. Her hair was half up in a bun- the rest coming up till her boobs, her outfit was not that clear in the dark, maybe she was around 5’11 if she’s not wearing heals- that’s unlikely but whatever. Her face hidden by her phone that she held in her outstretched hands to film me. “You have beautiful hair miss…?” I said pointing towards her to make it obvious I was talking to her. Though it must not have been a necessary move because I’ve been checking her out for so long she and the crowd must have known I was talking to her. She pulls her phone down and my heart skips a beat. My eyes widen and I know who she is before she even opens her mouth to say it. I can recognize those fiery brown eyes anywhere. They’re like molten gold with a sheen of dark chocolate over it, her pupils dilated, making them look like an endless abyss inside a black hole surrounded by swirls of golden and brown threads. Her thick lashes fans over her cheeks as she blinks fast, not believing it’s me. I see recognition in her face but I don’t know if she recognizes me as an artist or as her childhood friend. My head is a mess with memories bombarding from every possible angle. She blushes a deep red to the tip of her ears and shouts, "Aliyah!". The way her delicate pink lips parts to give way to her honey coated voice mesmerized me. The way she was now blatantly checking me out, with expectant eyes, was turning me on. Thankfully my guitar hid it well. I came out of the trance and said, "A beautiful name to match the beautiful face and voice. May I ask if the meaning of your name is equally as beautiful?" "It means exalted. To heaven." She says over the roaring crowd. "A heavenly meaning . Your parents were surely psychics who can see the future. Did they tell you about our future kids they predicted, lovely Aliyah?" She blushed even more fiercely, if that was even possible, and the crowd went wild. "No they didn't. Why don't you confront them about hiding such an important detail of our future." She says once the fans have quietened enough for her voice to reach me. "Meet me backstage after the concert and I'll talk to my future in-laws first things first." I rally.

After our back and forth, I resume the concert. I talked to others in the crowd for a good ten minutes more before going back to songs. During the rest of the concert, my eyes darted to her even more, against my better judgement, and I winked at her, doing exaggerated hip thrusts in her her direction once the beat turns sexy enough to do it. All in all, the concert was a huge blast- just like many others.

At the end, I thanked everyone and wished everyone a goodnight after showing my love and gratitude towards them. I told them how much I enjoyed and jumped of the stage. I ran down the asile made by the cage that leads to the exit gate, my arms outstretched as the fans clapped and touched it from both sides.