When Gerard and Ellie walked into the grand room, it was completely empty and dark, with only a few lights turned on. 

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop as they walked along the tiled floor.

Gerard sat down on the stage and grabbed a piece of paper that had lyrics written on it. 

Ellie sat down as well, but kept herself at a far distance from him. 

Props and clothes were sitting on the stage, waiting to be used the following day for whatever scene they were going to film. 

Like a kid, she swung her legs back and forth, admiring how truly beautiful the room was. 

It would never get old, no matter how many times she stepped in.

Ellie was broken out of her trance when Gerard asked politely, "Is it okay if I sing, or would you like me to wait?"

"No, it's okay," she said, looking back at him. "Go right ahead. Just let me know if I'm bothering you."

He shook his head and smiled. 

"You're not."

Her face heated up like an oven, and she glanced away to hide the crimson growing on her cheeks. 

He chuckled a bit, then cleared his throat as he began to sing.

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Everything seemed to come to a standstill when Gerard's deep, gruff voice emerged into the silent room. 

Words failed her as he sang, and Ellie's respiratory system about gave out whenever he would glance at her.

At one point, while he was singing the lyrics, "Softly, deftly music shall caress you",  his green eyes landed on her blue ones, and he gave her a small smile. 

Ellie's dimples came out as she smiled back like an idiot, and she immediately felt foolish at how ridiculous she must've appeared to him. 

Gerard did not express those kinds of thoughts, and she was somewhat comforted by it, but she still felt nervous beyond belief. 

It was Ellie's biggest celebrity crush sitting in front of her, singing a beautiful love song that would make any girl swoon, and he was looking at her like she was something special to him.

Cut it out, a little voice said, annoyed. You're just believing what you want to believe.

With that thought, Ellie broke out of her lovestruck fantasy and straightened herself out, locking up her heart tightly. 

There was no room for love in the business, and besides, why would a famous celebrity such as Gerard ever fall for her? 

It was impossible.

She was too plain and boring to be loved by someone of his status.

Inhaling deeply, Ellie watched Gerard with observance, but her teenage dreams were gone, so she was left with a somewhat blank feeling in her body. 

No room for love, Ellie.

When he finished, she gave a polite round of applause and said, "That was wonderful, Gerard. You truly are a gifted person."

He nodded and said, "Thank you. I do my best."

Ellie gave a little smile, then hopped off the stage and grabbed her purse. 

"I should probably get going," she said quietly. "Big day tomorrow."

Gerard stood up and nodded. 

"Good idea. I'll be leaving in a bit if you want to stay."

"No, it's fine," Ellie shook her head. "I'm tired and should get some sleep."

"Okay," he said, something like disappointment in his voice. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

She nodded and replied, "Maybe. Good night, Gerard."

"Good night, Ellie," he said, sitting back down on the stage.

Ellie walked away from him again, and the immense feeling of guilt returned like a dark cloud over her head.