Onyx had been dying. He'd thrown himself into this, planning it, preparing it, spending the last month making sure it was perfect. He'd drawn back from Jamie a bit, worried that he would spoil it if he acted too soon and knowing he might not be able to resist. He had almost broken down, backed out, at least three times already. But Sapphire had convinced him to follow through. This was
Jamie. Onyx's heart beat furiously, his cheeks were flushed. He knew exactly what he was doing. Even if he was terrified.
As the last of the songs ended, the lights on the stage dimmed, enough to hide him. He slid off the jacket he'd been wearing, kicked off the heeled boots, let down his hair. He was left barefoot, in ripped blue jeans and one of Jamie's shirts. It was too big on him, he knew it, but that was the point. He wasn't going to be dressed up for this. He was... well, he was just Onyx. He watched as Sapphire walked away, swallowing nervously and meeting her at the side of the stage, handing her his things. He could feel the little item in his pocket, running a hand over his jeans nervously before moving back to the front of the stage.
He could do this, right? He let out a soft breath, and began to
sing, the lights and music fading in around him. The drums were almost deafening to him, and he almost felt like it was a physical representation of how his heart must sound. He kept his eyes down, not ready to meet Jamie's gaze yet. He kept his hands on the microphone, focusing on his breathing, emotion dripping from his voice.
Slowly, he began to move as he sang. He took the microphone from its stand, walked across the stage, and stepped out onto the first table near him. He had arranged it, practiced it, spent a few nights making sure this would work. He walked across the empty tables, slowly, making sure not to disrupt the song significantly, sinking down to sit cross legged on the table in front of Jamie. He continued the song, keeping his eyes shut until the last note faded.
He flipped off the microphone, a softer piano piece playing in the back that he ignored as he set the microphone down beside him on the table. He swallowed nervously, finally opening his eyes to peek at Jamie. Onyx was tense, nervous, his hands folding in his lap. "
Hi," he greeted softly, unsure of what would happen next.