Seat B-22 • S.M.

Sound Check

*Quinn*

"One, two, three...is this damn thing on?" I tapped on the microphone, yelling in.

"Babe, babe..." Shawn laughed running up behind me.

He took the microphone from my hand and flipped a tiny switch on its bottom.

"You gotta turn it on first." He chuckled handing it back to me.

My face heated up in embarrassment as I could feel eyes on me from behind.

"Sing with me?" Shawn asked as he took a seat in front of the piano.

"Oh god...I can't si—"

"Sit, now." He said lowly patting the top of the piano.

I shuffled over to the piano and hopped up, taking a seat.

"A tornado flew around my room before you came, excuse the mess it made," He began singing with his signature smirk.

He raised his eyebrows and motioned me to move in closer.

His large fingers played the keys so gracefully, his glowing eyes fixated on nothing else but me.

His curls waved in the wind as the skies turned gray, his shirt sat lowly buttoned.

"I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ooh no no no. I've been thinkin' 'bout you, you know, know, know." He smiled at me.

I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear blushing a bit as I looked out into the stadium park.

"Do you not think so far ahead? 'Cause I've been thinkin' 'bout forever, ooh."

My smile radiated off creating a whole new ray of light.

Shawn's soft falsetto dang throughout the area, filling my ears with warmth.

"Since you think I don't love you, I just thought you were cute that's why I kiss you,"

I rolled my eyes and leaned back as he smirked at me even more.

"Thinkin' 'bout you, ooh no no no," He sang again, this time his fingers stopped, everything suddenly became mute.

Shawn stood up and walked around the side of the piano to me.

Never breaking eye-contact, he held his hand out to me.

I took his big hand in mine and slid off the piano with his assistance.

Shawn led me over to the middle of the stage where it was left completely empty.

His loose hand held onto my hip, placing mine on his shoulder as he looked down at our feet.

He began moving his feet forward and back, leading me in a subtle dance.

"I been thinkin' 'bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya?" He reopened his mouth letting his voice flow out once again.

He took my hand in his and twirled me around, my dress flowing in the wind, my hair catching air.

He pulled me in quick and close after he spun me, continuing to sing.

"Yes, of course. I remember, how could I forget?" He sang.

It was then we heard a boom of thunder from above the stage.

The skies darkened making us giggle in the midst of our moment.

"A new feel, it will never get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit," The skies then opened up, rain falling onto us.