I've decided to write a few shortish stories. I've started the first one.
Here is the first half, second half to come soon
Rating - PG-13 to possibly R
Thoughts are in italics
All AU.
Story One
The Slayerettes loved to play live; it was their forte. They’d done it for 5 years now, playing gigs in the US but also abroad. ‘The hit makers’ they were commonly named by the press. Nearly all they’re hits had been top 10 and all the songwriters begged to be able to write for them.
In the beginning everyone thought the name ‘Slayerettes’ was really strange but the group stuck with it thinking it made them sound strong and unique. Soon their name was associated with some of the best pop songs to date and the group couldn’t ask for more. Well, maybe one of them could.
***
“I’m so excited!” beams Tara dancing around her room.
“Lucky bi-atch!” laughs her best friend.
“See where blagging gets you. It gets you to a video shoot. And not just any shoot, the ‘Slayerettes’ shoot! Ha!”
Tara’s in her bedroom with her best friend Anya busily getting ready for her big day.
Not so long ago Tara had sent the Slayerette’s record company an email asking if they would be able to let her come to a video shoot as she’s a film student who really wants to do music videos. A few weeks later after giving up all hope she receives and email out of the blue asking her to come along to the next shoot. Tara couldn’t believe her luck and began organising everything straight away.
This brings us to the present, shooting day. Tara was told to be at the venue for 10am, now 9am she quickly does the final touches to her make-up.
“How do I look?”
“Fabulous. But you do know you won’t be in the video though?” smiles Anya slightly amused by her friend’s behaviour.
“Yes, I know. But you never know what’ll happen. Anyway I’m meeting the band so I have to look my best,”
“Well yes. You have to look your best for Willow, I understand,” she says grinning.
“Well, now how could you say something like that!” says Tara playing along with the dumb act “I’m not dressing up just to meet Willow. Okay well I am, but who cares. Oh God, I have to go ok. I’ll give you a ring tomorrow afternoon. I think it runs ‘till 4am or something, bye!” says Tara dashing out of the room.
All Anya can do is smile and silently wish her the best of luck.
***
“Willow! Get off the phone now; you’re needed on stage. You know you’re not supposed to have those on don’t you?” asks woman running up to Willow.
“Sorry, just talking to Harvey,” she explains putting her phone back into her bag.
“Oh, well look we need you for the close up shots now. Sorry we haven’t gotten to do any of your shots yet. I know you’ve been waiting a while,”
The pair briskly walks towards the set.
“It’s ok. I’m used to it. It comes with the job,”
Willow spots somebody out of the corner of her eye.
Who’s that? She’s not part of the crew is she? I’ve never seen her before, but boy is she a stunner. Wait! What are you talking about? Stunner, a girl? Willow get a grip. You have a boyfriend. Okay he’s not acting so boyfriendy at the moment but it looks good for me to have one, makes me look friendlier I suppose.
Seeing the girl being called over by the woman, Willow takes a deep breathe and puts on her famous smile.
***
I’ve been sitting here for 5 hours and she hasn’t appeared yet. What’s with that? Buffy and Xander have had their shots so why not Willow? They haven’t even done the dancing bits yet. Boy, I’m looking forward to those bits…God, Tara get your mind out of the gutter you’ve got work to do. Well not so much but I’m supposed to be watching, watching how they work the stuff.
Hang on who’s that? Someone’s waving at me.
Tara walks over to the lady whose motioning to her. She doesn’t notice Willow straight away she is too worried as to why the lady had been calling for her.
Spotting a flash of red, Tara focuses her eyes on the person who’s come from behind the lady.
Willow! It’s really her? No way. I have to be dreaming. Pinch myself! No, no I can’t do that cause if it’s real I’ll look like an idiot! But look at her, she’s so beautiful.
“Willow, I’d like you to meet Tara. She’s here to watch and learn today. She’s a college student in film you see. I was just wondering if it was ok, if she watches you. I’ve asked the other two as well, you know just in case,”
“Absolutely fine, by me,” smiles Willow offering her hand to Tara.
“Hi Tara, Willow. Pleased to meet ya,”
“Oh, uh. H-hi,” she smiles while she curses herself for her stutter.
Why now? What an idiot I must look stood here stuttering away. I wish the earth would just swallow me up.
Tara and Willow’s hands join in a polite shake as they grin at each other. Little did they know they were both having very similar thoughts at that exact moment.
Wow! Wow! Sparkage. Can she feel that? She looks happy enough, but maybe she’s being polite. She’s just so wow. Why am I thinking this about a girl? It’s not right and it’s not a good move for your career.
Blimey, look at that smile; that face. She’s prettier than she is on telly. God I wanna kiss her. What am I saying? That’s not a good idea. She’s a famous popstar Maclay; get a grip!
As quickly as Willow is brought into her life she is taken away again. Willow is whisked off onto the stage and Tara is left stood dumb founded.
Slowly she sits herself back onto her seat and watches as the make-up artists touch Willow up. The director motions for the filming to start and the hall goes into silence. A few seconds pass and the first beats of the music begin.
Tara is memorized by the star; the fluid movements and the incredibly good lip-syncing. Tara can instantly tell she’s a pro.
She’s good. She can actually pull off lip-syncing, that’s a skill and a half! Oh boy what’s she doing now? Her hips are going in all directions. How the hell can she do that? Blimey I’d like to know!
***
The next few hours went so quickly for Tara. Nearly every shot they did had Willow in, and yes they did the dancing too. Tara was happy to see.
The next thing she knows she feels a tap on her shoulder.
“Oh!” jumps Tara a little.
She turns to face Willow who is standing behind her. Dressed in a short red dress covered in glitter and sequins Willow looks stunning and doesn’t Tara know it!
“Hi,” Tara says shooting into a standing position looking as nervous as hell.
“Uh, hi. You don’t need to look so nervous you know,” smiles Willow warmly.
“Sorry, guess I am a little n-nervous,” winces Tara awkwardly.
Willow can’t help but grin at this girl. She looks so innocent and boy… actually she might be younger than Willow. She hadn’t thought of that.
Oh god. How old is she? I can’t fancy a minor, that’s not right. Hang on, she’s a college student so maybe I won’t feel so bad. I have to ask just for my own sake of wanting to know everything about this girl!
“Um, just a quick question. This sounds kinda random, but how old are you?”
“19,” says Tara happy to know she can actually answer something without feeling too nervous.
Good, only 2 years younger I don’t feel like a pervert now. That’s good. Cause I’m not a pervert, really. But what would I have done if she was 17 and got into college early? Oh boy, it’s not worth thinking about.
“Ok, do you wanna come and look at the dressing rooms?”
“Sure,” replies Tara eager to please.
Why’d she wanna know my age that’s weird right?
Willow takes a deep breath and takes hold of Tara’s hand and guides her to the dressing rooms, desperately wanting to feel the connection she had done earlier when holding her hand.
Wondering into a dark room Tara feels really anxious about the whole situation.
What’s going on? Why are we here and why is she holding my hand? Maybe she likes me? No don’t be stupid, straight popstar remember!
Willow quickly flicks on the light switch and the room is engulfed in light. It’s a surprisingly small room for a popstar Tara thinks. A few bits of clothing are lying on the sofa at the far side of the room. There’s a make up table to the left and a rail of clothes to the right.
Tara doesn’t have much time to look around before Willow closes the door and stands herself incredibly close to her.
“Uh, I was wondering how your days been going so far?” asks Willow slightly breathless.
“Ok, I-I think. It’s been interesting,” replies Tara with a hint of caution.
“Good,” she smiles.
Do it! Jesus get some balls and just kiss her already. I know it’s not a good idea but I may never see her again.
Tara’s heart begins to pound as Willow inches so close she can feel her breath on her lips.
Oh god! Is she gonna kiss me? Oh god, I’m gonna hyperventilate.
Slowly Willow moves closer and lightly presses her lips against the girl of her dreams.
Tara can’t hold back any more and pushes their lips harder together.
TBC...
What do you think so far?
musicmad10
Please continue!! 
