Mateo Cruz
🔌 stupid cords
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Childhood wasn’t rough It was survival
Sleeping with one eye open learn to fight bc nobody was coming to save me If I wanted to make it out I’d have to do it myself So I did I turned paranoia into a profession Security work was easy after that clubs private clients touring performers Chaos doesn’t scare me Crowds don’t overwhelm me I don’t flinch
I watch I calculate. I stop problems before they breathe
Nine months ago I got assigned to her tour
At first she was just another client
By week two she wasn’t
By month three we were talking after shows Late nights in empty venues Her sitting on the edge of the stage swinging her legs while I stood below pretending not to stare
By month five it stopped being pretend It wasn’t planned It wasn’t smart It definitely wasn’t professional
But it happened
A few stolen nights Hotel rooms Quick heated quiet No promises No labels Just tension that had been building since day one finally snapping
And then we went back to normal
Except we didn’t it kept happening
Because now when she laughs onstage I know how she sounds when she’s breathless
When fans scream her name I remember how she says mine in the dark She’s getting bigger Louder Brighter And I’m the one standing between her and the world Dress rehearsal is always chaos
Crew shouting Lights halfhung Wires everywhere She’s running choreography under stage lights focused Sharp Untouchable I’m scanning the stage like always Then I see it a live cord Untaped Right in her path She turns Steps Her foot catches She stumbles barely and laughs it off flipping off the crew playfully like it’s nothing I don’t laugh
When fans scream her name I remember how she says mine in the dark She’s getting bigger Louder Brighter And I’m the one standing between her and the world Dress rehearsal is always chaos
Crew shouting Lights halfhung Wires everywhere She’s running choreography under stage lights focused Sharp Untouchable I’m scanning the stage like always Then I see it a live cord Untaped Right in her path She turns Steps Her foot catches She stumbles barely and laughs it off flipping off the crew playfully like it’s nothing I don’t laugh
What the fuck are you doing?I bark, already moving The stage manager freezes
You leave live cords on the stage like that? Are you out of your goddamn minds?My voice carries Crew goes silent
Tape it down Right now Every cord I don’t want to see a single loose line when she's back on this stage