Lana's P.O.V

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. It's just another show, you've done this a thousand times. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.

It's not working.

As many times as I try, I always seem to get these nerve wrecking butterflies and freak the fuck out before a performance. Every, single, god dam performance.

"Fuck fuck fuuuuuck!!!" I need a cigarette. I turn around and walk over to the table. I pull out the cig from my purse and place it between my lips. Where's my lighter? Oh, there it is. I take one long drag and put it out. That's enough for today. I need to stop smoking. It's a terrible habit, but it relaxes me.

"You ready Lana?" I turn and see the stage manager at the door. Jesus. I didn't even hear him open the door.

"Yeah," I walk over to him, "Let's go."

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I play with my rings, nervously bitting my bottom lip. I don't know why I still get nervous after all these times of doing shows and getting more attention from people, but I do. I should be use to it by now. But I'm not. I am no natural performer, my fans know this. I have gotten more comfortable since I first started doing shows, that counts for something right? Each show gets better, I guess that butterflies never really go away, but I would be worried if they never made an appearance again.

I hear the crowd start to cheer as the lights dim and the band walks out. I start to panic again. Oh god. You got this, you got this.

I don't got this.

I hear Blake start to play the guitar a while after they walk out and I know it's time to start. I pull the microphone to my lips and start to hum a melody, making the crowd go wild. I smile to myself.

I stop for a while, to let the screaming die down. But then continue the melody as I start to walk out.

The screaming gets louder than ever.

The violinist start to play the dramatic beginning of Born To Die and I start to count. One, two, three, ready, go.

"Feet don't fail me now,

Take me to the finish line, oh my heart it breaks every step that I take but I'm hoping that the gates still tell me that you're mine," the crowd starts to sing with me and I smile. I love it when they do that, it gives me a special feeling that cant describe, and it shows me they came to the show because they want to be here, and not just to watch if I'll mess up and die.

"Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on a Friday night,"

Camera flashes.

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry" I decide to be bold and look into the audience as I sing the rest.

They all have their hands in the air while they sing, with genuine smiles on they're faces. But there is one that catches my attention.

A lightly tan skinned girl with dirty blonde hair is singing along, as if it is she who is the performer. Waving her hands in the air and swaying back and forth. It's sweet really. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. Am I really still staring at her? To confirm my thoughts, she waves at me with a wide, white smile. I really don't know how to play it off, so I don't. I just wink at her and turn somewhere else to finish the song. Once I finish the song, I walk over to take a sip of water from my cup over at the front of the stage.

"It's really nice to be back here, I have lots of great memories in this town," I say. They scream.

"I've been wanting to come back for a while now," more screaming. I smile and look over at my band, and raise my eyebrows as if to say 'You guys ready?' they all nod and the beat for Carmen starts to play.

Cara's P.O.V

Oh my god, it's happening, it's happening. The lights start to dim and I see the band walk out. Everyone 'whoo's and claps, and I do too, but I just want Lana to come out already. As if on queue, her voice goes threw the theater, humming a melody. Then, the violins from Born To Die start to play and everyone cheers. I turn on my camera and get it ready for when Lana comes out.

She walks out in a beautiful nude colored dress, Priscilla hair, and vintage nude heels. Of course, everyone goes crazy, especially me. God she looks so gorgeous. I snap a few shots and turn off my camera, if I am going to be at a Lana Del Rey concert I am going to be singing along and dancing like a mad women. What is the point of coming if I am just going to be recording or taking pictures the whole time?

"Feet don't fail me now," I scream even louder, so does everyone else.

"Take me to the finish line, oh my heart it breaks every step that I take but I'm hoping that the gates still tell me that you're mine," I stop screaming and just start singing along, god she is so much better live. I start swaying my body to the song and wave my hands in the air like everyone else is doing. It is so relaxing and electric, her voice, even her presence. It almost makes me forget where I am. Almost. I can't believe she is right here. In front of me. Breathing the same peasant air. I open my eyes and look up at the stage. Is she looking at me? Holy shit she is looking at me! I smile at her the best smile I can do and wave. She winks and me and turns her head over to another part of the crowd. Did Lana just wink at me or am I dead?

She finishes the rest of the song without looking at me again, but I'm not bummed out. At least she knows I exist. A little while after she stops singing, she goes to the front of the stage and picks up a cup. I guess it's water? She takes a drink threw her straw and then puts it back onto the floor. Bringing the microphone to her lips again to talk.

"It's really nice to be back here. I have lots of great memories here," Lana says. Wait, be back? Have great memories? She's been here before? What the hell.

"I've been wanting to come back for a while now," the crowd screams and I see Lana shrug shyly and smile. How cute.

She looks back towards the band and soon the beat for Carmen starts to play. Oh my god yes.

Lana's P.O.V

The rest of the concert goes really great. There are some funny and sweet moments, all I am grateful for, but I had trouble staying focused. Sometimes I would repeat the same lines, say the wrong lyrics, hell, even almost trip. And it's all because of that girl. I couldn't help myself, through out the show, I snook glances at her, sometimes for too long and she would almost catch me. She's beautiful. I'm drawn to her in the most odd way and I have no idea how to explain it. Because I have no idea what she makes me feel.

There are only two songs left we can perform, but I don't know which one to sing before National Anthem.

"Um, I don't know..." I say openly.

"Summertime Sadness!" someone from the crowd yells.

"Summertime Sadness huh?" I say. I'm not quite sure we can do it, but the crowd still goes crazy.

"Well..." they all scream. I look over and question my band, they all shrug and say 'I don't know,' and 'If you want,' and 'We could.' Wow thanks a lot guys. That really helps.

"We could try it." I finally say. Everyone cheers and I look over the crowd to see if the gorgeous blonde is cheering as well. She is. I smile at her and look over at the band.

"Ready guys?" they nod and start to play Summertime. This ones for you Blondie.

"Kiss me hard before you go,"

Cara's P.O.V

After Lana sang Carmen, she literally sang everyone of my favorites. Well, all of her songs are my favorites, if that's even possible. They are just so good. Right now though, it seems she can't decide what song to sing.

"Summertime Sadness!" a guy yells. Oh my god yes guy, yes.

"Summertime Sadness huh?" she says quirky but still adorably.

Sure enough, everyone yells of excitement. Including myself.

"Well..." she says. We all cheer again, hoping it will convince her to sing it.

"We could try it." we all cheer in success and happiness. She is actually going to sing it!

Lana looks back at her band and soon the instrumental for Summertime Sadness is playing.

She starts singing and I swear it is magical. I have to take a picture of her right now. I turn my camera on and put my eye against the lens, zooming in, making sure it is focused so it wont come out blurry. When I decide it is at the right spot to take a picture, I take it. I look down at the picture, she is holding the microphone with her right hand, the left hand lightly touching it. Her eyes are closed and her face is facing upward. She looks beautiful. I smile, satisfied with the picture I took. I quickly turn it off and look back up at Lana, she is looking at me again, but this time she quickly turns her attention else where. I should really stop thinking she is looking at me, I feel full of it.

The song finishes a while later and Lana begins to speak.

"All right, we have one last song for you guys," she says.

"Awwwwwh!" everyone says.

"I know, I know," she pouts adorably with her big pink lips.

The beat for National Anthem starts and we all cheer, like we did for every song. I love this song live because we can sing the parts Lana won't be able to.

"Tell me I'm your National Anthem," Lana sings, smiling and pointing into the crowd.

"Booyah baby bow down making me so wow now," the crowd sings.

The rest of the song goes great, we all sing at the right moments and Lana looks like she is having fun. Like when she sang Dark Paradise and danced, I swear I passed out a little. I almost pass out every time she dances if I'm being perfectly honest. So does everyone else!

She finishes singing, but the beat continues. Yes! She's coming down! Oh my god, stay calm, stay calm. Breath Cara, breath. Thankfully, she walks over a little to the right side so I have time to calm down. Breath. What will I say if she actually acknowledges me? Well I have to ask for a picture for sure, or for her to autograph my ticket? Wait. Where is Lana? I look to my right and see she is only four people down from me. Oh god. She is walking over here. I am pretty sure I am crying, or on the verge. God I wish Nina was here.

"Oh sweetie are you okay?" Lana is right in front of me. Oh god.

"I just can't believe your right here, in front of me," I explain animatedly.

"Awh," she laughs.

"I'm such a big fan Lana this is unreal," I say, my hands cupping my cheeks. Some people start pushing so my tummy pushes even harder against the metal barrier that separates us from Lana. "Can I have a picture with you?"

"Of course," she puts her arm around my shoulder and I hold my camera a couple inches away from us. I push the button and the camera goes off.

"Can you sign my ticket?" I ask, for Nina. She nods.

"Course," I hand her a sharpie. She signs it quickly and hands it back to me. She smiles at me and I decide to be bold. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. After all, I may never see her again. She looks surprised by my gesture, but smiles at me before walking to the next fan.

Lana's P.O.V

She kissed my cheek. I'm use to fans kissing my cheeks, hell even my lips, but when she did it, it felt different. That same different I don't really know how to explain. I can feel the blush starting to creep up into my face so I smile at her quickly and walk over to the next fan. Then the next, and next, and next, until I decide it is time to go back backstage. I run up quickly onto the stage and grab the microphone.

"You guys where freakin' amazing!" I yell into the mic before running off. I hear them cheering for at least a good 8 minutes. That is so sweet. I should really go back out there, but I know Chuck is really hungry by now. I shimmie out of my dress and look for the bag I brought my clothes in. After about 2 minutes of searching, I find in the corner of the room. On the floor. Chuck must have been looking for her lenses again.

I pull on my blue skinny jeans and brown flats as quickly as I can and look for my white Jack Daniels tank top. It was just here, I swear I put it down on the couch. I look around the room and throw things off of the couch in a panic. What the hell! Oh. I have it on. I laugh to myself and exit the room. How could I not notice I put it on? Let alone have it on.

"Any good shots today Chuckie?" I ask walking over to a hunched over Chuck. She is staring at her camera screen, slowly pushing a button with her thumb.

"A lot actually," she wipes her nose "This camera was worth every fuckin' penny." she mumbles. She looks up at me and smiles.

"You did amazing today by the way," I smile at her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Thanks babe, let me get my stuff and then we can go get some dinner."

"Okay," I walk over to the make-up dresser and get my vintage brown bag. Everything should be in here, phones, make-up, gum, whatever else I thought I should put in there. But, where is my water? I look around the table, in case I may have missed it, but no. Nothing. Shit, I left it on stage. I peek threw the red curtains, too see if the coast is clear, but I only see her dirty blonde hair, in the middle of the room, with her camera on her face.

Cara's P.O.V

I should have left when the rest of the crowd did, but I just couldn't. Today was one of the best days of my life and the stage is really beautiful. I just had to take a couple of pictures of it from different angles. I walk over to the middle of the room and start taking a few shots. I only get to take two when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Sorry ma'am, we have to close up already," a tall security guard wearing a black shirt saying so tells me.

"Oh, can I get one more shot?" I ask plea fully. The guard sighs and nods tiredly.

"Alright, just one." I smile at him.

"Thank you so much!" I quickly put my camera up to my face, adjusting the zooming. When I push the button, a figure jumps into my shot, just as my flash goes off.

"Hey!" I complain. Then I realize who the figure is. It's Lana.

"Oh, sorry miss Del Rey, I was just about to escort this young lady out!" the guard yells. I click the button that shows me the pictures I have taken and look at the picture Lana jumped into. She has her hands in the air, her tongue sticking out and both eyes looking at her nose. I laugh and hang my camera over my shoulder. I feel the guard's hand on my back, starting to lead me towards the door.

"Rodger, hold on." both 'Rodger' and I turn.

"Can you lead her back stage?"

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