Plot

Cole Remier has been the number one pop sensation for five years and people are never tiring of the star. His beautiful voice has girls swooning for him whether they're at one of his concerts, tickets sold out three months in advance to the show, or if they're at home watching from their televisions. Cole writes the songs for his fans and he's always had a lovable attitude toward the fans and the paparazzi.
He's never dated any other stars, though he writes songs about love. A lot of people can't figure him out in this department, what with his charming personality and extremely good looks, shouldn't he have someone of his own?

Maybe a fan. ;D

Outline of Said Plot

Cole Remier is a hit pop star, but he's never fallen in love before. One day, he's going to meet a girl that he totally falls for. But will his constant fame keep them apart?

Rules

> You must be literate
> Ask to join
> I'm Cole
> This is going to be a 1x1

I'm hoping the girl isn't an extremely annoying fangirl that, when she sees Cole, is all like,
"OHMAIGOD, UR LIEK COLE REMIER. *DIES* YOU SO NEED TO SIGN MY FOREHEAD. I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH. COLE FOREVAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"

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Sure thing, Kink. You can post your own bio if you want. I'll put mine up in a minute. (:

Edit: As for ages, I think I'll make Cole 17 and a half so feel free to use that as a basis for your girl. <3

Cole turned the microphone over in his hands, the cold feel of the ob
ject grounding him and pushing away the anxiety. Of course, had done this millions of times and the thought of going on-stage made his heart stutter with anticipation, but also with fear. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but getting up in front of millions of people never ceased to make his heart race. He chuckled to himself and ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to rid himself of last-minute shivers.

To continue his anxiety quelling, Cole began to hum a few of his songs under his breath. The words flowed easily through his mind and he knew that without a thought, they could pass through his lips and make heads turn. Of course, he let the words roll soundlessly around in his mind. You're there somewhere beneath the stars, always beneath me. You're there somewhere, alone and far, gone where I cannot reach. When will I find you, my starshining girl?

Of course, that song had never been written into one of his albums. He wasn't ready to release that one to the public just yet, but his father was getting a bit nosy. Cole would always find himself strumming away at his acoustic guitar, filling in the gaps in the song where the lyrics failed to touch. Everything came together with the stroke of his fingers and the words in his mind, but he dared never speak the words out loud. After all, his father was always listening, and he wasn't ready to tell.

"You ready, hon?" Cole blinked open his eyes, gray now, whether from the lighting or his mood, he did not know. His mother stood before him, light brown hair falling down her back in gentle waves, her light blue eyes warm as she regarded him. Cole smiled up at his mother and nodded to her. She gave him a wink as she pulled him from his seat.

Cole tossed the microphone between both of his hands as he walked beneath the stage. Above him lay hundreds of people all cheering his name and Cole felt a grin break out on his face. He clicked the microphone on and let the set workers lead him under the stage and onto a metal disc. Apparently, the disc was going to rise up through a hole in the stage and Cole would break out and sing his current hit song, Strikingly Beautiful.

"In five," he heard in his ear and Cole's nose twitched when he realized it was his father. He handed his microphone to one of his assistants and fingered the ear piece in his ear. Once he adjusted it to his liking, the words of his father out of his ear, he nodded and got his real microphone back.

"On in one," one of his assistants translated to him and Cole cracked his knuckles. "Four, three, two--" and Cole rose to blaring lights on his face, fans screaming his name, and music reaching his ears. The words flowed easily through his lips, his steps confident as he flounced around the stage, his territory, his home.

"And I see you before me, there you are with me. Strikingly Beautiful, I see, all the things you've done for me." His fans. This song was for his fans and they all knew it; they ate up his words with an addiction that was never satisfied. He belted out every verse with all his heart, every word holding a passion to music that made his words modest and true.

The typical voices of the fans were another form of music in his ears. Cole's eyes scanned the crowd and he chuckled after the end of one of his songs, the last chords of his guitarist's tune drifting off then. He fingered the microphone in his hand and looked back at the rest of his crew, his band members; his family. They looked at him and knew things were going to change because knowing Cole, he wanted to give something more to his fans.

He held the microphone to his lips, but it was not song lyrics that fell from his mouth. "I have a little something new for all my fans that came out here tonight to see me. I wouldn't be where I am now without you guys," he said and heard an uproar of appreciative hoots and whistles. When it all died down, he clicked the microphone off and waved his guitarist over.

After murmuring in his ear for a few moments, the older boy with the guitar left the stage. After a few moments of hushed whispers from the crowd, the guitarist of the band came back onstage holding a wooden stool and Cole's own guiatar. Cole patted his friend on the back and sat down on the stool. He took the microphone stand from another of his friend's and set the mic. into its stand. He clicked it on and washed his eyes over the crowd again.

When he was handed the guitar, the fans let out more wild screams. "Alright," Cole said with a laugh as he rocked on the stool. "I have something new that I've written," he merely said.

"You're there somewhere beneath the stars, always beneath me. You're there somewhere, alone and far, gone where I cannot reach. When will I find you, my star-shining girl? Although the path where I am now may seem so full to you, I know it'll be better when I lay my eyes on you. Take the chance, take the breath, and leap into my arms. Shine with the ray of the silver stars before me and know that I'll find you, my star-shining girl."

After a few more verses, the song was over. "That's all I've gotten so far," he said to his fans and there were dozens of screams and whoots from the crowd. He heard more than a few devoted fans scream their love for him, but he only gave them playful winks and stood from his stool.

Ooc; I absolutely love the rose idea. <3

Bic;

Cole held his hands up to the crowd as gifts of all assortments landed onto the stage. They were the typical items; slips of paper with phone numbers, roses, flowers of all sorts, even a few boxes of chocolate. Since he was young, he had learned never to touch the stuff of the fans. He always hated how the chocolate went to waste, or any other treats thrown about, but there was the whole danger of not knowing what was in the candy to be worried about.

He spread his arms out to his sides and gave the crowd a bow. When he stood again, he held his hand out to say good-bye. Another rose flew toward him and landed right into his palm. His fingers wrapped instinctively around it, the white flower dipping slightly under the rather harsh treatment. Cole blinked and held the rose with a gentler hand.

A few irritated huffs were heard from the fans in the front row seats below him and he fixed it by taking their gifts and making it seem as if he lost the rose amongst everything else. "Good-night everyone and I hope you enjoyed the show," he said warmly to the crowd as a cleaning crew came out to round up all of the gifts. Cole set down the few he had managed to pick up, but slipped the white rose into his sleeve so it wouldn't be disposed of.

After a few more bows, Cole headed to the back of the stage and hurried to meet his mother. She greeted him with a buoyant ex
pression on her face as she led them over to the black limousine just beyond the back of the stage. "Beautiful, honey." she said and Cole knew she was talking about the new song. He gave her a warm smile and pulled her in for a short-lived hug.

"Do you mind if I stick around the set for a bit? Take the limo back to the apartment so they think I've gone," Cole asked his mother and she frowned slightly. He looked up at her with slate gray eyes. "We've done it before," he said and still, he could see the reluctance. "I promise I'll keep my phone on me and come home by twelve," he said. This seemed to seal the deal, as her gaze softened.

"Alright," she said as she opened the door to the limo. She pulled out a gray hoodie and threw it at him. Cole slipped the clothing on over his striking blue crewneck and waved her a good-bye as she stepped into the limo. He pulled the hood up over his head and watched the vehicle slide smoothly out of the lot. Once the car left, the fans seemed to die down.

Cole trekked his way back to the stage and peered up from the steps. His cleaning crew were just finishing dumping the rest of the gifts, the stadium for the concert empty of everyone. "Night, Cole." said Jeremy, his guitarist, as Cole walked out to center stage.

"Seeya," he responded. Soon enough, the stage was left to him. He pulled the white rose from his sleeve and ran his fingers through the petals. His smile turned down into a frown when he saw the black marker marring the side of the petals. "Of course," he said as he read the numbers. He had gotten dozens of these before, millions of phone numbers always finding their way toward him.

He dropped the flower to the ground and fingered the microphone next to him. "Shine down to me, find me, my girl." Of course, the microphone's power was off, but that was okay with Cole. He glanced back down to the rose and sighed as he picked it up.

"I would star-six-seven it." Cole turned around to see Jeremy slinging his guiatar over his shoulder. With a shrug of indifference, he picked up Cole's own guitar and handed it to him.

"But what if--" Cole continued when Jeremy broke him off.

"You'll never know," he said smoothly.

"Thanks, Jer."

"No problem, bro."

When Jeremy left, Cole slid out his iPhone from his pocket. He opened up the dial-up screen and made sure to put star-six-seven before he punched in the numbers from the rose. He held his breath for a moment and placed the phone to his ear when it began to ring.

"Hi, this is Kiarra Jonson. May I ask who's calling?" Cole heard after a few achingly long moments of ringing. He sucked in another tight breath when he heard her voice, his mind barely registering the fact that the call went through. He stayed silent for a moment as he twisted the rose stem over in his fingers.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," Cole said with a soft smile. "I got your rose; the white one," he tried.

Ooc; Short, but I didn't know what else to post. xD

Ooc; Tends to happen with phone dialogue. xD 

Cole ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip momentarily. The rose twisted in his fingers and he had to stop himself from spinning it between his thumb and forefinger before he snapped the stem. He sat down on the stool in an attempt to stop himself from walking around on the stage.

"This rose had your number on it. A white rose. Um, were you at a Cole Remier concert earlier tonight?" he asked again, suddenly feeling a bit stupid for saying such a creepy question.