Superstar
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I don't know what it is
that makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
but you must be some kind of superstar
coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
(you just make me wanna play)

It was to be the highlight of your day; an already good day filled with music and interviews and Jive cats' words of approval. But your permanent smile and infectious good mood was a result of a date you had with your television. You even learned to set the alarm in your cellphone just so you would not miss the show like you did a month ago when the EMAs happened. This time you were not going to fall asleep and miss seeing him on the screen, as up close and personal as you could get since...it felt like forever.

By 8, you were on your couch, with a beer in a hand and your legs stretched out in front of you. The moment he appeared, you put the beer down and leaned forward as if pulled by the screen. He was dressed in expensive but casual black jeans and a shirt that clinged to his torso, muscles and flesh like a sulty woman. Short curls peeked out from the gray hat he wore and you sighed at the sight as you were reminded of the last time you had touched them and curled them around your finger. There were others on the stage with him but they didn't matter. Not to you. The camera zoomed in on his face, drawing your attention to his blue eyes which shone with a dark light whenever he was caught up in the performance.

You could hear the screams in the background and it took you back to when you had shared a stage with him. You could feel his heat next you and smell his cologne tinged sweat. You felt your heartbeat race and blood rush down to your groin. You were right there with him despite the thousands of milse that separated you. You were right there with him. And it was building up. His pitch changed to a higher register as he reached the crescendo of the song. You felt him take you there too, never losening the grip on your body and mind. You heard your pants match the percussion that boomed from the sound system. Your hand itched but you were frozen except that you were being pulled higher and higher and higher and...

He ended with a note that sent you tumbling and falling back into the couch. Loud applause and screams replaced his voice as the performance came to an end. Your breathing slowed as you watched him slap hands with the others who had been on the stage with him. Then the camera switched to the host and you leaned foward again...to grab the remote and switch off the television.

You rested against the couch, reuniting with your senses. It felt like a post-orgasmic bliss but made you miss him even more. It always did but it never stopped you either. You would always go back for more like a fanboy. But the difference was, you were coveting what was yours...or would be when you saw him the day after. You smiled.

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