Master Plan: Rewritten: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Rewritten

Focus on the notes.

It must've been the thrill of the stage, or the booming voice of the announcer. Or maybe it was the sweat trickling down the side of my neck or even my pounding heart. All I could focus on was the fact that the entire world was going to be watching me and if I screwed up, the entire world would hear me.

My hands were trembling as I pressed each and every key down a little too hard, earning an unnecessary forte from each note. I saw a blur of white-and-purple hair and blazing green eyes and a feeling of dread settled deep in my stomach. I felt that gaze of death drag away from my frame and the notes next to me become increasingly louder, and I realized Lisa had taken over while I stumbled over every note. To cover for my clumsy mistakes, I hung my head and took a deep breath before playing an oriental-like tune in unison with Lisa, finally doing something right and the performance only just began.

"So hot, out the box..."

I felt shivers roll down my spine as Adam's voice melted into the air, his silhouette visible below me as I struggled to count correctly and make sure I didn't miss the next downbeat.

"Can we pick up the pace..."

Lisa and I pressed our fingers down.

"Turn it up..."

I aggressively took control, a random push of self-confidence arising somewhere within me.

"Heat it up..."

One last note, and we stood there in silence, and I took the moment to close my eyes. Lisa played the next solo, and I mentally prepared myself for what was coming next.

"You need to be entertained!"

I caught the slightest glimpse of sparkling black hair and broad shoulders below me before he vanished in a mess of lights, his voice echoing throughout the stadium. Flashes surrounded me before it all melted into a fluorescent blue, and I started stepping from side to side, dancing slightly as I tried my hardest to let my fingers do the job.

Next to me, I could see Monte strumming at his guitar, a smile on his face as he nodded and lost himself in the measures of music. On the other hand, I was doing anything but. My mind was spinning, my attention on anything but the keyboard. I was glancing up at the audience through my brown bangs, my heart slamming my chest wildly.

Get ahold of yourself! I scolded internally, and before I knew it, I melted into the song along with the people around me.

My heart vibrated with the heavy beat of the song, and I took the moment to headbang, knowing Adam was on the platform in front of me and the cameras were directly on us. I noticed him swaying and singing into the microphone seductively, but I didn't stare- instead, I closed my eyes in bliss, stepping from side to side and feeling adrenaline rush through me. It was a nice change of pace, and I lost my previous concerns, smiling a little and swishing my hair from side to side.

A loud, high note yanked me from my daze, and I blinked, glancing down to Adam, seeing him quickly rush from his place next to the stage and dancing his way up the stairs in a hurry. From what I could recall, this was not in the rehearsal. I felt myself become nervous again, but I figured Adam knew what he was doing and I had no need to worry. Sure, he may get hell from the manager, but Adam clearly didn't give a damn as of right now and he was doing just fine. He stopped on the platform before me, stopping to sing some of the chorus and dance before turning around and rushing up another ramp...

... Towards me?

He was next to me, and his voice was like thunder. "Can you handle what I'm about to do?" I noticed him lower his microphone and suddenly his icy eyes were on me. I barely had the chance to glance through my hair before his cool fingers yanked my head to face him, and our lips collided in a bruising clash.

My entire body went numb, my legs starting to fail me as his tongue pushed its way past my lips, violating my mouth in all ways possible. Heat rushed to my face and I let out a low groan, oddly enjoying the force he was exerting on me and falling lower and lower...

... luckily, my hand gripped the edge of the keyboard and I steadied myself, my eyes fluttering before he pulled himself away, our kiss ending with a gasp. I jerked my attention back to the keyboard, ducking my face low to avoid anyone seeing how red my face must've been. Adam, on the other hand, seemed to have more confidence than before, and he let out a scream, his chest rising and falling in attempt to quickly regain his breath.

Forget the notes. Adam Lambert just kissed me, and my mind was set on those previous few seconds. Lisa seemed unaffected by him standing in front of her and singing out his last few words. I let her take on the high notes and I focused on the heavy, deep notes at the end, taking the liberty to bang my head one last time as the song faded away and the applause came.

Adam stood to my left, gazing out at the audience with a fiery gaze that read, 'Take that.' My heart was racing, and Monte was staring at me in shock and soon following Adam. I was leaning over the keyboard, running my tongue over my upper lip and gripping my stomach, which was turning and twisting in time with my racing heart.

Adam kissed me. Adam kissed me...

And yet, not one part of me was disgusted.

Sure, all my life I've claimed to be straight, it was the norm and I figured that's just how it was. But after Adam's personal assault on my lips, I couldn't help but to feel this... electrical charge of lust and excitement build within me. The thought of him doing those things to me was enticing, intriguing... not at all wrong or disgusting.

Should I feel disgusted? Probably. Do I feel disgusted? Absolutely not.

And once getting out of the audience's view and backstage, my gaze caught Adam's for only a moment before paparazzi surrounded him, asking what the reason was for the kiss and what caused such an explicit performance. His gaze stayed with mine, a smirk lifting his lips as he answered with something I couldn't hear.

But his eyes...

I felt heat melting me from within, and I whirled on my heel, rushing back to the changing room and ignoring Monte's gaping mouth and Lisa's attempts to ask me what just happened. I collapsed against the wall and took in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my ears as I recalled his stare- his hungry stare, like he just wanted to pound me into the bed and listen to me scream...

And yet, that thought sent all sorts of pleasurable feelings in all sorts of places. Was this wrong? Adam is my best friend- we aren't lovers, but the question is- do I like him enough to want to be more to him?

"Fuck if I know..." I grumbled, sliding down the wall and sitting on the ground, fisting my hair and clenching my eyes shut. I felt a presence hover over me, and I took the liberty of glancing up- which was a mistake, considering it was the hungry beast himself, smirking and raising an eyebrow at me. I let out a humiliating squeak and slammed the back of my head to the wall. After hearing his chuckle, I groaned in pain and embarrassment and fisted my hair again, pulling at it in hopes that causing more pain would wash out the pain in the back of my head.

"You shouldn't be tugging at your beautiful hair, pretty kitty," Adam purred, leaning down to gently pry my fingers away, "We just got that dyed, didn't we? I wouldn't want it falling out so soon." I glanced up at him, cheeks flushed red, only to his amusement.

"It's your fault," I murmured and staggered to my feet, still looking up to Adam- who was taller than usual considering his boots, which raised his height at least 3 inches.

Adam's lips lifted in another smirk, and he didn't hesitate to gaze directly into my eyes, even when I tried to avoid that... that stare... "I'd say you enjoyed it. You moaned like a million dollar whore, except I would never pay for one of those. But for you?" He lifted his hand to tilt my chin up, our gazes locking after I had successfully managed to tear my eyes away. I swallowed, my heart thumping hard. Adam's gaze became hungry again... "I couldn't put a price on you. You're too damn sexy for a straight man, Tommy..."

I felt his minty breath starting to come closer before the door was knocked on harshly, and a booming voice instructed Adam to come out quickly because the limo was waiting. Lisa, of course.

"Coming!" He called out, smirking to me and placing a swift, nearly unnoticeable kiss on the corner of my mouth. "Come to my place tonight," he murmured, and I blinked in confusion. But before any questions could be asked, Adam was out of the room and I was left to stare at him, dumbfounded before following. So he wanted me to follow him out of the limo when we reached his apartment?

Apparently so. I didn't know what I was getting myself in for, but my heart directed me after him, my feet having no control over me whatsoever.