Concert

which was decorated with blue lights, Nathan’s picture on the wall, and a lot of girls yelling.

"We love you, Nathan." A girl yelled.

"And his fans are babies." Ralph said this while staring at a girl wearing sunglasses.

"Stop badmouthing Nathan, because you don’t like him." Lucinda replied, and the lights went off. The only light that could be seen was the light on the stage, and they saw the back of someone holding a guitar. He was stomping his leg on the stage as his leg moved to the rhythm of the music. And Ralph smirked.

The lights went on and they all gazed at Nathan. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and white sneakers. He held the mic close to his mouth.

"Welcome people!!" he yelled, and the crowd started cheering.

"I will like to dedicate this song, to that pretty lady," he said, pointing at Lucinda, and everyone looked in her direction, trying to look at her, and she put her hand in her face shyly.

"How cheesy." Ralph expresses his displeasure by raising his upper lip.

Nathan sat in a chair on the stage and started, playing his guitar with a mic hanging in front of him.

Lucinda put her hand on her jaw and started starring at Nathan as he continued singing.

                Lucinda’s POV

Wow, Nathan’s voice is magnificent. How does a man’s voice sound so good? Human music can be strange but appealing to the ear in a way. My eyes drifted to Ralph, who was putting his hand on his ear, I didn’t know he could be so dramatic, I held his left hand and dragged his hand down, and he looked at me.

"His voice is beautiful. Stop exaggerating." I muttered, and he scrunched up his face.

"This is not my kind of music," he replied.

"Then what kind of music do you like?" I inquired, raising a brow, and he smirked.

"I like hip-hop music." He replied, I wonder what hip hop is." He relax on his chair and cross his legs.

I am enjoying Nathan’s music. I am still surprised that he is a musician.

                        Author’s POV

After a series of songs, Lucinda’s eyes started to close. She rested her head on Ralph's shoulders and drifted to sleep. He looked at her.

"This concert, isn’t torture after all." He remarks.

Nathan finished singing and sighted Lucinda sleeping on Ralph's shoulders. He walked down the stage to them and was about to approach them, when a lot of fans gathered around him, giving him albums to sign. He was signing their autographs and was staring at Lucinda, who was sleeping in Ralph's arms.

Ralph stood up, using his hand to support her head, and put his hand under her leg and lifted her in his arms, carrying her out of the hall.

"Guys please, I really need to go." Nathan pleaded with his fans, but they turned deaf ears.

Ralph carried Lucinda and put her in the driver’s seat in the car next to the steering wheel and entered the car. He drove off.