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you're gonna go far, kid !





Today was a pretty relaxed one for the bassist. Especially compared to all the running around he knew his bandmates had to do. So, as he walked into the Sam Ash, he quickly pulled out his phone, shooting the group chat a quick text:

'stoppin by sam ash, lemme know if u need somethin'

They often needed new strings, and definitely some guitar picks. Kai alone lost so many on the daily, to a point where Micah finds them strewn about their shared apartment. Speaking of picks, golden eyes drifted to the familiar section of the store, full of gear for guitars, until he heard a familiar voice yell out,

"Hey!" Dark brows furrowed, Kai's mind reeling to remember to voice. Was it a fan? Or maybe he was in someone's way? His face looked rather stern in the moment, until the supposed stranger kept talking, willing him to turn and meet the random person's gaze, "Your name wouldn't happen to be Kai, would it?"

His previously confused demeanor melted into one of familiarity. A laugh of disbelief escaped him as he let Wren continue on, easily remembering their long talks on the bus. God, that felt like forever ago now.

"Yeah, dude, of course I remember you!"
His response was immediate, even though the taller of the two continued to speak. Wren looked the same, but, off. His energy, while bright as ever, betrayed the physical changes he underwent. Maybe adjusting to the city was harder than he deserved. A pang of worry hit him in his gut, and left as soon as it came. "Whatcha doin' here? Shopping for bass stuff or somethin'?"

Kai smiled as Wren leaned closer,
"Pretty much."
He shrugged,
"I lose my picks all the time, and my bandmates have a bunch of errands to run, so, I figured I could pick them up some stuff too."
Remembering their conversation on the bus, Kai arched a brow, nudging Wren with his elbow,
"But enough about that, how's it going with you? Doing some auditions with that bass of yours?"


He figured Wren had to at least be playing regularly, since he was so passionate with him all that time ago. Maybe a band would pick him up soon. Though, Kai realized in the moment, he never actually heard the guy play.






























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I've been on the late shift






Henrik leaned forward, nodding his head in agreement to whatever was being told to him as he held the newest issue of Millenium Magazine in his hands. Turning another page as his eyes analyzed every word, stifling a laugh he dropped the magazine onto his desk with an audible thud. Turning his attention back towards Micah, his stony expression staring through the other. “
Brilliant, isn’t it? This interview alone will do wonders for the band's publicity. And that’s just the start.
” In the passing weeks Henrik had worked day and night securing better deals. And the fruits of his labor had paid off with him managing to secure their most recent venue. Securing the gig at the Sayers club was quite easy, Henrik found himself never even having to pull many strings to gain an audience with the manager of the club. In fact when he first reached out they were more than thrilled to discuss the details to which he soon found himself forming up a contract with them. Between scheduling the bands interviews, monitoring the bands social media accounts, as well as securing a few options for branding deals. Henrik was beyond drained, the light in his eyes had left the second they finished their interview the prior week. “
Tomorrow we’re paying the Sayers club a visit, so dress casual.
” He eyed up Micah for a second a tinge of disgust painting over his features before he turned to other matters. “
I’ll call you when i’m outside, keep your phone on
”

Taking a drag from his cigarette he rang Micah “
Outside
” before the other had a chance to answer he hung up. Tired eyes glanced up at his rear-view mirror, in which he adjusted it slightly to see the tanned man come into view. Hands gripped on the steering wheel he looked over at a stunned Micah who simply stood outside the door of his passenger side. With a confused and annoyed look he leaned over, peering out the window. “
Stop wasting time, get in.
” He adjusted himself, waving off the comments the other made about his choice of clothing for the day. He snickered as he began driving off towards their destination. It didn’t take long to arrive at the Sayer’s club. He took on the final drag of his cigarette before he tossed the bud to the side, crushing it under the heel of his shoe before he motioned for Micah to follow him. Holding the door open as he was greeted by an all too familiar club scene. Sure the club was a bit rustic for his taste, but it matched what they needed. Besides, the gig was for an upcoming Halloween show. As his eyes glazed over the room he simply nodded, taking in the full picture. The manager's eyes narrowed, skepticism etched across his face.“
It’s decent.
” he murmured, pushing past the slight crowd, his tired eyes looking back occasionally to make sure Micah wasn’t wandering off. As they ventured deeper into the club, their steps muffled by the deafening music, he caught snippets of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. Irritating.

The pounding music was already starting to give him a headache, though he'd admit he never really visited a club sober. Regardless, the venue was decent, offering a modern enough touch. The stage, while appearing a bit cramped, was suitable for the type of shows they held. From the look of it, the boys would thrive in this venue. However, he knew he'd need to take a closer look before finalizing his judgments.

He pushed past sweating bodies and onlookers, making his way to the bar. With an outstretched arm, he managed to split the seas quite literally. The patrons at the bar took one glance at Henrik and turned the other way, making room for the manager as he approached, flagging down the bartender. Two fingers held up in the air, he ordered, "
Hennessy, neat. Make one a double.
" Leaning against the bar, he offered a pleasant smile as he waited. As two glasses clinked against the bar counter, he traded his card with the bartender. "
Open.
"

Grabbing a hold of the glasses, he walked over to Micah and placed a glass in his hand. "
Here, if you want something else, buy it yourself.
" He brought the drink to his lips, his eyes dancing around the room, skimming over nameless faces in the crowd. His attention focused on a pair that didn't seem to belong, mixed in with the rest. Weary eyes noticed the couple for a second- one with a black mop on their head and the other with longer hair and highlights underneath. He scoffed, "
Anyways, the event coordinator is floating around this club. We have some time to examine the area before deciding on adjustments and accommodations.
" He pointed his glass in the direction of the stage and towards the DJ. “
Pay attention, or do you miss Mortimer that much you can’t focus.
” Henrik’s voice was laced with sarcasm, the sound barely audible over the booming bass. Finishing his drink, he set the glass down on the counter and wiped his hand on his jeans. "
We’ll check out the stage first, if anything catches your eye or any ideas float through that thick skull of yours. I’m all ears.
"

He weaved through the crowd, maneuvering around dancing bodies and dodging spilled drinks. As they approached the stage he offered the DJ a slight wave, Henrik's eyes narrowed as his attention turned back towards the stage as he inspected it. It was small but well-built, decent enough space for the band to perform comfortably. He turned back to Micah, raising an eyebrow as he cupped his hand and leaned closer to the other just enough to be heard. "
Looks like a good setup to me. Opinions?
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i dream of broken promises






The neon-lit facade of Troubador stirred a complex cocktail of emotions in Lucas as they approached. He'd graced this establishment only once before, about a year ago, during one of his visits to LA. It had been a desperate attempt to fill the gaping void left by the band's implosion, surrounding himself with new faces and pulsating beats. It hadn't worked of course. Now, here he stood again, the club's familiar silhouette a reminder of past failures and present uncertainties.

As they engaged the bartender in what Lucas hoped would be a fruitful conversation about booking opportunities, his phone chirped insistently. Curiosity piqued by the possibility of band-related news, he stole a quick glance at the screen.

And immediately put his phone back face down on the counter with a bit more force than he needed to, his cheeks coloring abruptly.

"Somethin' up?"

"Nah, just - " How could he explain that a bandmate had just shared a photo of his ass tattoo in the group chat? The absurdity of the situation left him momentarily speechless. "- it's nothing," he dismissed, clearing his throat and shifting his focus back to the conversation. He took a sip of the beer he'd been nursing since he got here in an attempt to be casual as he silently cursed Wren, wondering why and how on earth he got a Deathlore tattoo on his butt cheek. He couldn't really be mad at the kid. Lucas couldn't entirely fault Wren's dedication, even if he himself had never seriously considered tattooing the band's name on his skin. Probably a good thing considering he was still skeptical that they'd stick together for much longer.

Pushing aside his doubts, Lucas turned to the bartender, summoning his winning smile. "Sorry, what were you saying about shows?"

"We're pretty booked for the next month. The owner's selective with bands."

"Trust me, we're pretty good. We were selling out gigs back in Arizona and now we're here to win L.A over," Lucas said with a charming wink. "Troubador could benefit from some fresh talent!"

"Hey, I'm not the one you gotta convince. I'm just telling you, the owner's selective. We've had bands on the levels of, like, The Arsonists, Hellsblade... Ouroboros, y'know?"

Lucas's smile faltered at the name of the last band. "Ouroboros, huh?" he echoed, fighting to keep his voice neutral even as his hand tensed around his glass.

"Yep! They've played here quite a lot. Dunno if they'll be back again though. Did you read their latest interview for Millenium Magazine?"

Yes. Lucas had read the interview. He hadn't wanted to. But he'd seen the magazine in the stands, Kai's face splashed across the glossy cover, and before he knew it, he'd picked it up and shoved it in his pocket; read it in his car in the parking lot and then crumpled the magazine back in his glove compartment. He wasn't sure what to name the feeling he got seeing it. Jealousy? Envy? Maybe, maybe not, but betrayal was definitely among the top three.

"Nope. Didn't get a chance to," Lucas lied through gritted teeth. His eyes darted desperately to Eli's, silently pleading for an assist. Maybe his silver tongue could salvage this increasingly uncomfortable situation, convince the skeptical bartender that Deathlore was destined for greatness. The thought hung heavy in Lucas's mind: We're certainly better than Ouroboros. We have to be.































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it's a riot, it's the parasite days





Eli was no stranger to Troubadour, though to say he was on first-name basis with the staff would be a reach. Each time he’d visited the club in the past was, after all, surrounded by a large group of friends, be it other influencers (which was usually the case) or fellow music producers he’d gotten to meet in his past few years here. It was always a loud circle of laughter, dancing, and drunken physical affection, such that when he stepped into the club today with Lucas—sober and in the company of solely his friend—it felt just a tad foreign.

Things never felt too off with Lucas by his side though, and in the stead of his usual rowdy company, Eli undoubtedly appreciated the presence of his closest friend much more. One Lucas was better than tens—no, hundreds—of socialites whom he wasn’t that close to. He’d take this any day, even if they were strictly on business for the time being.

“Eli Fox,” the bartender identified immediately after they approached, and Eli gave a chuckle and a small nod. The bartender’s tone wasn't surprised even though Eli had never spoken with him before, but the recognition in his voice was backed by certainty. Such was LA, Eli supposed—his home, his digital sanctum, where everyone thought they knew him in his entirety from what little of his life he shared online. They couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Yup, that’s me. Nice to meet you.”
Nonetheless, Eli flashed the bartender an easy grin and nodded to Lucas.
“So uh, if you’re the right person to speak about this, my friend over here is in a really dope metal band, and they’re interested in performing some potential shows here. I can personally vouch for them, and I think they’ll be a hit that’ll draw in a new wave of potential customers. Call it a sixth sense.”
Eli smiled as he leaned an elbow on the bar counter, brimming with as much confidence as he sounded.
“You got a few minutes to spare?”
People always made time for him after he grew his fame, no matter how short their interactions were.

“Certainly.” The bartender set down the glass he was cleaning to offer his full attention, glancing over to Lucas once, then back at Eli. Eli was finished talking for the time being though, and instead, he gestured for Lucas to take it away.

The conversation went smoothly without him for a bit, during which he ordered himself a Cosmopolitan to sip on, but the moment Lucas faltered at the mention of Ouroboros, Eli placed his glass down immediately. A quick glance his friend’s way, met with his desperate eye contact, told him all he needed to know, and Eli set his attention back on the bartender. With practiced ease, he flashed the friendly influencer grin that usually got him what he wanted, and he offered a hum of wonder that almost convinced even himself.

“Oh, they’ve played here a lot? Sounds like a blast.”
Eli swirled his cocktail glass carefully, thoughtfully, though in appearance only.
“I’m sure Troubadour’s regulars appreciate the good music, though like you said, maybe introducing some fresh talent could keep things interesting. Just so the performances don’t get too repetitive for the people who come a lot, y’know?”
In between his words, he sent a small smile Lucas’ way, hoping it’d instill confidence back into his friend after the sudden mention of Ouroboros.

“We did have a few other clubs in mind to ask, but I’m planning on doing some collab content with the band and already have a few ideas about the footage I wanna get. Troubadour fits the vibe of what I’m imagining best, which was why we swung by here first.”
Between the lines of his words, it was clear what he was offering: a collaboration and free promotion on his socials, which promised certain virality and increased business for the club, simply for the small price of allowing Deathlore to perform here. People always loved chasing celeb favorites, after all, whether it was cafes, restaurants, or clubs.
“Maybe you could bring the idea up to the club’s owner if that sounds like something you guys would be interested in?”































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Always an angel, never a god.






A cold itched at the back of Asher’s throat. Its presence was enough to prove a nuisance, but not demanding enough to break through Asher’s stubborn wall of unwillingness to take medicine. A hill he would gladly die on, a remnant of his childhood. Memories flash in his mind—nights spent home alone, too little and sick to reach the medicine cabinet. Helplessness surged in his veins as if he was still only a child. Bile crept up his throat, whether a result of his sickness or relived memories, he couldn’t tell.

He needed a drink. Even if the thought was counterintuitive to his stance against taking medicine, the alcohol would either kill whatever virus was brewing in his body or make him sicker, but that was an issue for future Asher.

He would have suggested he and Momo go get a drink, but even in his desperation to unwind, he knew his friend would find an issue with it. Between not wanting to drink himself and the words of concern that always seemed to make Asher feel worse about himself, Momo was not a good drinking buddy. Ash couldn’t blame him. They had been through a lot together. Even as children, they looked out for each other the best they could. He couldn’t expect that to stop now, nor did he want it to.

“Doesn’t look too bad so far,” Momo said. Troubadour had become one of Asher’s favorite to play at. The club, while spacious in theory, was still small enough that each performance felt special. Even while his dreams cast him far out into the renowned venues, his heart held a spot for the more intimate shows. “Is that the guy from Tik Tok? The-- The guy you sent me the other day?”, Momo asked, interrupting Ash’s musing.

“Can you be a bit more specific? I send you at least fifty videos a day.”
Asher’s brows furrowed, trying to spot just who Momo was talking about.

“Oh,”
he said, his eyes landing on the guy who always managed to pop up in his feed.
“Yeah, I think it is. How cool would it be if he remixed one of our songs?! There are so many great music producers out there, but if you watch his behind-the-scenes videos, you can tell he knows his stuff.”
Asher said quickly—only to clear his throat.
“I mean, like, his stuff is good.”


Ash glanced back towards the bar, quelling his inner music nerd. While running into celebrities wasn’t unheard of in LA, especially with Ouroboros slowly being put into better places to do so, there was still something nerve-racking about running into someone you admire.
“You know, it wouldn’t hurt to invite him to Henrik’s party. After all, Henrik says we should work on building our social circles.”































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we can burn into the velvet sky






“Wow you really aren’t listening to me at all are you?”
Micah asked as Henrik nodded along, reading the magazine and not even making eye contact with him. He couldn’t help the bemused expression on his face as Henrik continued to read and didn’t give him the time of day.
“We’re definitely not telling you about your party, I think it’ll be be more fun that way.”
He kept his tone light and casual, as if he were talking about anything else, knowing full well that Henrik couldn’t care less about what he was saying.

As the magazine fell, he took in the dark circles under Henrik’s eyes and the dull look in them. For the band doing well, he certainly didn’t look like it.
“Are you going to be dressing casually?”
Micah asked, suspicious.
“Or will I look like your escort while you’re in a full suit?”
He rolled his eyes at the comment about his phone. Who in the right mind would keep it off? Especially since Momo was going to be out looking at places for Henrik’s party, he’d be keeping it on.
“Yessir.”
He said instead, already noticing Henrik wasn’t paying attention.

The next morning when Henrik text him, he was already dressed and ready. Locking the apartment door behind him, he fired off a text to Momo that he was heading out with Henrik and then went to join the man in his car. Only to actually be stunned into momentary silence at his outfit.
“Wow, you actually look hot,”
Micah commented.
“Kind of slutty too.”
He said, tone clearly complimentary.
“Are we going to seduce the club into letting us do whatever we wanted? Great plan.”
He said with a smirk as he pulled down the neckline of his own shirt jokingly, flicking open another button.

The Sayer club was nice, not somewhere Micah would have picked out but for a Halloween show he already could see the potential.
“We can make it work,”
he agreed, weaving through Henrik in the crowd. There were just enough people there for there to be a nice, low murmur of noise around them on top of the music. Luckily, it was just a DJ, which meant that the stage would be free to look at. He was a bit slower though, which meant that by the time he got to the bar, Henrik was already buying drinks.

“What, you aren’t going to treat me all night? Stingy. You invited me out to the club, after all.”
He joked, taking the drink and giving it a careful sip. Hennessy. Somehow unsurprising for Henrik, but a bit early for it.
“Thanks.”
He added on, nudging into the space right next to Hernik so they could actually talk as people moved around them.

“Don’t worry, I can function without Momo, you have my full and undivided attention babe.”
Micah replied back, bumping his hip against Henrik’s in a way that he knew he’d hate. His gaze scanned over the crowd, and for a moment he thought he saw a pair of familiar looking faces. But then Henrik was talking again, and he had to turn to look at him.
“I think the couches will need to be moved around a bit, I don’t expect a mosh pit on Halloween but people will need room to move.”
Micah said immediately, for all of his snarky comments proving that he was indeed paying attention.

Henrik’s insults rolled right off of him, even as he followed the man up onto the stage, drink in hand. As they did so, was when Micah caught sight of the familiar-ish looking faces. Yet with Henrik speaking to him, he couldn’t place them right away still. He didn’t think much of it. Instead he winked at the DJ and walked over the stage with Henrik.

“We’ll need to get Kai in here to make sure that he knows just how much space he has to move around,”
Micah said after he walked around the perimeter of the stage. It was decently sized, but their newest member was a mover. He stayed leaned towards Henrik so they could speak easier this close to the DJ booth.
“They’ll let us decorate some, right? I’d like to make it a bit darker, some mood lighting too. It's Halloween so reds and purples, right?”
He asked, looking up at Henrik for confirmation.
“Maybe some matching costumes and more sexy feeling songs for the night? Halloween should be sexy.”
He suggested, looking Henrik and his slutty outfit over pointedly.

“I like it, I think the set up is good and we can adapt to it - we can post a video about our magazine interview on Instagram and Tiktok and then mention we’ll be performing here on Halloween, it's been popular right?”
Micah already knew the answer to that question, he’d been following along with the social media trends on his own.
“Maybe we can give a preview of what we’ll be wearing too? A little incentive?”
He offered, raising his eyebrows as he waited for Henrik’s opinion.

Finally, on the third time he looked out at the crowd and saw two men about his age talking, did it finally click with Micah who he was seeing. Letting out a snort of laughter, he reached up and placed a hand on Henrik’s shoulder to draw him in.
“Kai’s old bandmates are here,”
he explained, keeping his voice low and pointing with his eyes at the pair.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be good but I wouldn’t be surprised if they aren’t happy to see me - and by extension, us.”
Micah hadn’t done anything wrong offering Kai the position in their band. But he knew it’d caused Deathlore some problems.
“Seems a bit early for them to be at the club for fun….and they aren’t dressed for it either.”


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bury all your secrets in my skin...





Kai smiled, "Pretty much." He shrugged, "I lose my picks all the time, and my bandmates have a bunch of errands to run, so, I figured I could pick them up some stuff too." Kai arched a brow, nudging Wren with his elbow, "But enough about that, how's it going with you? Doing some auditions with that bass of yours?"

The bassist perked up immediately.
"I actually already auditioned for one! It's crazy because like, I wanted to be in a band when I got here. I kinda was in a couple of them... but it was more like we were just messing around? But this band was a serious one,"
Wren started, animatedly moving his hands as he spoke.
"Okay so, I was just hanging out one day, right? Playing my bass, I think I was playing a Judas Priest song... which one was it? I guess it doesn't matter, right? Yeah, so like, I was playing and then this guy walks up to me! Super cool hair. Kind of like um, you know those K-Pop guys? BTS? Smooth like butter!"
He paused to hum, shimmying his body.
"Kind of like one of those haircuts, but black and white!"


The baby grinned before continuing,
"Guy with cool hair comes up to me and says he liked how I played! Isn't that fucking crazy, dude? People usually make a comment, but they don't really stop to say it? So, I was like, 'whoa dude, thanks!' And then he said I should audition for his band! They needed a bassist! ISN'T THAT A CRAZY COINCIDENCE? I was so hyped, dude, it was actually crazy."
Wren took a deep breath.
"So, I got to the audition right. They booked this practice room! Hella professional. I played two song covers, and then one of their songs I found on YouTube 'cause I looked it up and stuff. I was soooooooooo nervous, Kai, like... I dunno, I could have totally thrown up, I think."


He grasped Kai's shoulder, shaking him.
"BUT THEY LIKED ME, DUDE! I got in! And then we got burgers. I still can't believe it, man, I keep thinking I'm in like, a dream or something. Fuck. It's wild."
His grin broadened as he ran a hand through his hair.
"We've been practicing a lot! And they're out trying to make some connections in the scene, I think. I'm not really good at that stuff, so I'm here grabbing some shit before I meet up with them later. But, I got the band name tattooed on my ass, Kai. Like, I'm hella committed."


Wren turned around, pulling down on the waist of his jeans.
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spoken words and songs unsung...





“Can you be a bit more specific? I send you at least fifty videos a day.”

Oh yeah. And Momo did not want to admit he only watched about half of them, but that blonde over there, he did remember. There was something distinct about his face. Since moving to LA, there had been a lot of distinct faces. Bright colored makeup, crazy lip colors, surgeries, big, big hair, and he grew to love it despite the initial discomfort. Nina would have loved it, he thought as her ghost stared still at him in the mass of people. His eyes briefly moved to the top shelf liquor at the bar, the liquor he could now afford. And then back at the blonde who had been flanked by his friend still. The reason he stuck out to Momo had indeed been his skills as a producer. Ash was a musical genius. Momo did well with his own instrument, but his power had been words. That was his role. If Ash said he was a good producer, he must have been. Not that Momo did not trust his own ears, but genuine compliments from Ash about music.... Hm. He tilted his head in intrigue.


"That's a really good idea actually," Momo said, taking his hands out of his pockets. All he had to do was look at Ash, and their footsteps were automatic towards the duo. Years of friendship meant less words surprisingly, at least at times. Since he warmed up considerably to Kai, he wished to indulge their newest member in the childhood connection they all had. He imagined it must have been a little awkward at times sitting there while Ash, Micah, and Momo all recollected some stupid inside joke. He cleared his throat when they approached the duo, hoping to get their attention. There was a slight pause in their conversation between themselves and the employee at the bar; he hoped it didn't come off as rude.

"Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but we were wondering, er, if you were that producer from Tik Tok. If so, we-- we really like your sound. Both of us," he said and gestured to Ash, genuine interest in his eyes. He was warned a lot to be more guarded in LA. His doe-eyed, "nice guy" persona wouldn't fly. If only he could create another like Micah could on the fly. His boyfriend was so charming, as if a switch could be turned on and off. He cleared his throat again, and his eyes turned to the other member of the duo.

"You both, uh, work together?" he asked curiously.































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you're gonna go far, kid !





Kai felt relief wash over him as Wren excitedly informed him of all his antics in the big city. Kai knows what it's like to sift through bands who didn't take their craft seriously, and to hear that a fellow bassist was able to find people who had real goals made Kai genuinely smile, chuckling a bit at how animated Wren got throughout his spiel. The blonde's BTS impression made Kai's face shift into an impressed frown, and it distracted him from how familiar the mystery person sounded to his childhood friend.

"..like... I dunno, I could have totally thrown up, I think." Kai grinned, quickly throwing in a
'but you didn't!'
before Wren rambled on, shaking the raven-haired man like he was a ragdoll.

Well, I'm glad nothing changed since-

Any thought Kai had been attempting to form was gone once his golden eyes made contact with Wren's (rather pale) tattooed ass. His smile dropped into a gaping look of disbelief. A calloused hand reached behind his neck to habitually scratch it, a nervous chuckle falling out of his lips.

How is he supposed to feel right now? An odd mix of embarrassment, nostalgia, and... jealousy? He couldn't place this feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it was making him remember something he worked hard to forget.

Kai cleared his throat, cheeks warm from the occasional glare from other customers in the store. Another nervous chuckle escaped him,
"Uh, yeah, holy shit! Committed forreal!"
Hands decorated with rings hastily left his neck and instead were held in front of Wren's ass, jokingly hiding it from the world.
"Now put your ass away, can't show that for free you know."
The bassist prayed that Wren was to ecstatic to notice the clear anxiousness in Kai's voice.

Black and white hair...

"Oh that uh... Guy with the k-pop hair, is his name Lucas by chance? I think I've seen Deathlore play..."
 A lie, and a bold-faced one. His chest tightened, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as he decides whether he should keep playing this game, but before he could think, he let his instincts take over,

"When I saw them, I noticed their lead singer was pretty good too. But last I heard the band took a break. You bringing them back up I hope?"
 A helpless attempt at finding out about Alec. A pretty pathetic one, at that. If this was a breakup Kai initiated, then why did he want to see his former love so much? The reason didn't matter. What mattered, was that Kai needed a drink.

"Well, I say we celebrate you becoming a member of Deathlore with some drinks. On me, of course!"
 Kai kept his eyes averted from Wren's ass, using the public indecency as an excuse to not make eye contact with the goofy giant.

So Wren was his replacement. He had to be damn good... and he played one of their old songs? Guess that isn't surprising, but that had to be awkward for them to hear. Maybe Wren is what they need. Blind, unending loyalty. Kai knew deep down that he would be hard to replace. The need to hear Wren play grew even more than before. Was Wren really good enough to replace him?

An ugly feeling crept its way into Kai's gut, making him fidget with one of his many rings in an attempt to quell the thoughts that only seemed to multiply.






























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bury all your secrets in my skin...





"Uh, yeah, holy shit! Committed forreal! Now put your ass away, can't show that for free you know."

Wren stilled, rubbing his chin in thought.
"You're right, these are coveted goods... That's how you use that word, right? Coveted? I heard it in a TV show once. I'm pretty sure that's how you use it."


"Oh that uh... Guy with the k-pop hair, is his name Lucas by chance? I think I've seen Deathlore play..."

The baby perked up in excitement.
"Lucas, yeah! He's super nice, dude. He bought my food after my audition and I text him memes all the time now. I think we're gonna be like, best friends soon. I can't believe you've heard of Deathlore, man! They're super indie right now, especially 'cause they took a break for a while I think, but I really like what they've got goin' on. I guess it's like, normal for me to want them, er us, to get bigger but... I dunno, I really think they- we have got what it takes and like, yeah."


"When I saw them, I noticed their lead singer was pretty good too. But last I heard the band took a break. You bringing them back up I hope?"

Wren nodded enthusiastically.
"I'm gonna try! It's all them, though, dude. They like, came to the city to give the band another chance. Mad respect. But yeah, Alec is super good! I can totally hear the raw emotion in his voice. It's kinda crazy, I get goosebumps and everything. I'm not as close to him as Lucas, but I think maybe he's warming up to me! I hope..."


"Well, I say we celebrate you becoming a member of Deathlore with some drinks. On me, of course!"

"Oh, drinks? Uh..."
The bassist hesitated, patting down his pockets. He paled as he struggled to find his fake ID and breathed a sigh of relief once he did.
"Whew! Yeah, I'm totally down, dude! Tell me about your band, too! I think I remember looking at their Instagram when you first told me on the way down here, but that was like, so long ago."


Wren grinned, throwing an arm over Kai's shoulder. Completely and utterly oblivious to the other bassist's whirlwind of emotions.
"Are you guys writing songs right now? New album? I bet you guys have a sick ass cover, huh? Do you perform a lot? I would totally go to one of your shows, dude."
He gasped as a thought entered his head.
"We should totally collab one day! That would be sick as fuck, right? I mean, I know your band is like, probably totally bigger than us, but I dunno maybe someday! I just think that would be hella cool."
He beamed at Kai, grinning from ear to ear.
"What was your band called again? O... Ouro... Ourobios? Ouro... OUROBOROS!?"


The baby let go, throwing his hands up in the air.
"That's it, right? Sick ass name,"
Wren complimented.
"Oh shit, wait. I forgot I was supposed to actually be getting something here..."































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Far gone






Henrik rolled his eyes, running a tired hand through his hair as he let out a deflated sigh to the onslaught of comments Micah made. It wasn’t that he was irritated with the other, but the mental gymnastics his mind flashed through as he thought over what he had to discuss later was already causing his headache to grow. Pinching the space between his brows he gave an unenthusiastic shrug to the comments. His eyes glazed over the room as he crossed his arms, examining the crowd of unknown faces briefly before returning to Micah. His icy glare settled on the drink in the other’s hand. “
Dark themes should be a given Micah, but I'm sure they can accommodate that.
” Looking up to the rafters his eyes scanned the ceiling, focusing on the spotlights that were aimed at the stage. “
Mood lighting, perhaps even a fog machine, the whole corny Halloween bag.
” His expression dropped to one of annoyance as he waved his hand, two fingers outstretched to catch the other’s wandering gaze as he motioned for the other to keep eye contact. “
Now, matching costumes is an idea I can get behind. I’ll type out something later and have the rest of the boys vote on a theme.
”He tapped his fingers against his arm, deep in thought. "
Though-
" Henrik continued only to stop abruptly, Allowing Micah to finish his torrent of ideas, Henrik nodded, his mind already spinning with ideas. Henrik could feel his lips curl into a small smile at Micah's enthusiasm which was replaced with a straight line as rubbed away the smile. He didn’t need the other’s ego to get to his head.

“
Ah, a preview. Now, that I can work with. But would fan interaction be better if we allowed the fans to vote on the members' outfits? We hold a few polls spread out through social media, we up the fan engagement and make them feel like their answers really impact the band's choice.
” He mumbled to himself for a moment, a bit lost in thought with his own ideas. Trying to figure out which angle would make the most when it can to fan engagement. He waved off Micah’s comment, only to snap back into reality as he raised a brow in confusion. Turning his tired gaze towards the direction Micah had glanced at mere moments ago. “
Oh? How interesting.
” Tucking his free hand into his pocket he raised his glass in Micah’s direction. Allowing an audible clink to be heard before he downed the rest of his drink. “
Washed up garage bands mean nothing to me, focus.
.” He said casually with a dissatisfied glint in his eyes as he locked eyes with Micah. Motioning for the other to follow him through the crowd. “
Come, I'll buy you another drink. You look like you need one.
” Weaving through the crowd it didn’t take long for him to return to the bar.

Henrik shot a glaze at one of the patrons who quickly moved to the side as the other approached, even without his usual get up the way he carried himself still held a sort of air around him. His eyes flicked down to his watch “
I’m surprised we haven’t run into them yet
” He clicked his tongue, He signaled for the bartender and ordered another round of drinks for himself and Micah. As he waited for their drinks to be prepared, he leaned against the bar and continued their conversation. Eyes trailing down the other’s frame before shooting back up to meet Micah’s brown eyes. He pulled at the collar of his shirt as a wave of disgust creeped up his back as he caught himself staring a bit- too long at the other. His demeanor perked up once the bartender neared him, leaning over he shouted over the crowd, two fingers held in the air as waved off the bartender with a hearty laugh. The smile on his face a foreign sight that would drop back to his usual scowl the second his eyes met with Micah’s again. As the drinks clinked against the bar he reached forward, walking over to Micah as he handed him another glass. “
Here, it’s Sazerac- you’ll like it
” He said in a stern tone, placing the drink in the other’s hand as he traded glasses with him. He held eye contact with Micah, a silent challenge to the other as the corner of his lip tugged into a slight smirk, opening his mouth he dragged his tongue from the bottom of the glass to the rim. Dragging his tongue along the edge, savoring the taste of the liquid before dragging it back up to meet his lips. Leaning his head back he finished the drink in one swift motion. Finishing the remainder of what Micah had left in his previous glass. He turned, placing the empty glass down on the counter as he brought the new drink to his lips. He clinked his glass against Micah's and took a long sip, only for his attention to be grabbed by a tap on his shoulder.

“
Mr. Andersen?
” Henrik raised a brow to the other as he glanced down a puzzled look on his face before he recognized the plain looking man. “
Ah! You must be the project manager! I’m surprised you recognized me
” He said, a smile beaming from his exhausted features. His body settled into business mode as adjusted his posture, going from relaxed to more upright and professional he reached out to shake the other’s hand firmly. “
Pleasure to finally meet you face to face, I’m sure you received the contract I emailed your team, yes? It’s quite convenient to meet you here, we actually had some revisions we wanted to discuss about the venue and the upcoming concert.
” He said his words laced with honey as he spoke to the Project Manager. His eyes squinting into slits as he let out a roaring laugh, patting the other on the back as he dragged him away from the bar and towards Micah. With his hand outstretched he motioned to the other. And as his eyes locked with Micah he could only let out a strained smile. “
This is Micah, he’s the leader of Ouroboros. He has a few ideas we could discuss over drinks perhaps? Would you be interested in talking this over at a spare table?
” He suggested to the project manager with feigned interest. “
Of course, a pleasure to meet you both! Right this way
” The project manager nodded, leading the pair through the crowd and over to a roped off section of the club. The section held a few tables that Henrik assumed were reserved for V.I.P parties, a few velvet couches that surrounded rectangle tables. As the Project manager lifted the rope Henrik shot Micah a look, with a forced smile he motioned forward for Micah to enter first. “
After you.
”

































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i dream of broken promises






Lucas relaxed considerably as Eli swooped in to save the day, effortlessly redirecting the conversation back to their band and subtly hinting at potential business opportunities and increased fame for the club. It was fascinating to witness this side of Eli—the savvy influencer Lucas had only glimpsed before. To him, Eli was a childhood friend and the rock he leaned on when Deathlore went on hiatus. Seeing Eli in this light made Lucas swell with pride, marveling at how far his friend had come.

He allowed the conversation between Eli and the bartender to flow uninterrupted, knowing Eli had a firmer grasp on things. The mere mention of Ouroboros had rattled Lucas, stirring emotions he struggled to contain. He fought the urge to leave the club and try their luck elsewhere, reminding himself that he needed to stay composed and professional. He couldn't continue letting it get to him like this, not when this was their chance to secure their first gig in LA. No, Lucas was going to put on his big boy pants and switch that rich-guy charm back on and secure this deal for the band -

"Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but we were wondering, er, if you were that producer from Tik Tok. If so, we-- we really like your sound. Both of us."

At first, Lucas didn't think the situation needed his attention. They were just Eli's fans. It was common to have them come up whenever they were out in LA, usually just seeking a picture and a quick chat before moving on to share their encounter on social media about how they met a TikTok star.

But then the taller guy spoke to him, and Lucas spared him a glance. And did a double-take.

No. Fucking. Way.

Maybe if Lucas hadn't read the magazine interview, he wouldn't have recognized them so quickly. But with the pictures still fresh in his mind, he instantly knew who they were.

Lucas went cold. "Something like that," he replied stiffly, keeping his answer short and precise. Maybe if he didn't engage any further, they'd get the message and leave them alone. The guitarist had half a mind to get up and leave the club anyway, but Eli and the bartender were just starting to nail down the details of their potential gig. Leaving now would likely leave a bad impression.

He bit the inside of his cheek, summoning all his strength to maintain his composure.

"Eli's the social media manager for our band," Lucas decided to add. The smile on his face was strained, but damn, was he trying his best to be polite. "I'm Lucas, the lead guitarist for Deathlore." His eyes darted behind the duo, searching for a familiar shock of jet-black hair.

With no Kai in sight, his eyes wandered back to the members of Ouroboros as he wondered what his former best friend had told his new band about them.






























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Always an angel, never a god.






It took everything in him not to fanboy. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene in front of the up incoming producer. Word spreads fast in LA, especially when it’s negative. Ouroboros had come so far. He couldn’t mess it up just because word got around that he was overly excited when meeting famous individuals. It would make him, and inadvertently, the band, seem desperate. Besides, they had an image to maintain. What tough rockers get giddy?

He hadn’t been paying attention lost in his thought and trying desperately to seem cool about the whole situation. All while trying not to look like he was trying to look cool.
Now, the unknown guy was speaking- Probably some other influencer. Maybe he could also come to Henrik’s party? The more eyes they had on their band, the better.

“Eli’s the social media manager for our band,”

Asher perked up, ready to ask more questions. They had met other bands while out in LA, but he didn’t recognize this guy from anyone Eli had collaborated with.

“I’m Lucas, the lead guitarist for Deathlore.”

Asher laughed, the sound awkward and nervous as his eyes widened. Deathlore, what are the chances? It was as if god had looked upon Asher and Momo and decided that he needed to make their day a little more awkward. What was he supposed to say? Should he play it cool and act like he doesn’t know them? Maybe it would be better to act like Kai talked about them a ton. Ash didn’t know. Situations like these weren’t his strong suit. Besides, there’s not exactly a guidebook on how to talk to your current bandmate’s former bandmate. He wracked his brain, thinking through every group he knew that had brought in a member of another band. Of course, they all seemed seeped in bad blood and petty drama, something that Asher wanted no part in.

“Oh, uh, Deathlore, huh,”
he rambled, looking towards Momo for some semblance of help.
“You guys up to anything fun?”
The words left his mouth faster than he liked, causing him to cringe. This wasn’t some chance meeting with a long-lost friend. How could he turn this back around?
“I bet you are. Kai’s told us all about you guys!”































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I Hear Trouble Coming






The DJ on the stage transitioned into a popular song that caused a surge in energy in the room. Quickly, Alec looped his arm through Roman’s so as not to lose him in the crowd as he stepped back, more people filling the empty spot from the back of the audience as if they were drawn in by a song. Alec didn't quite know what the music was, but he thought he had heard it on TikTok before. With minimal pushing, he managed to get the two of them out as the crowd started to jump along with the beat, a large majority shouting the lyrics as the DJ gestured for the crowd to get into it. A restlessness built in Alec at the sight, feeling the urge to be on the stage for an enthusiastic crowd like this.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he checked the time and found that it was close enough to the appointment time that he felt comfortable seeking out the club’s project manager. Something about being aggressively on time made him feel like he was too desperate, but at the same time the meeting made him so anxious that he wanted to get it over with. He was just glad that he’d managed to find a time that Roman was available as well so he knew he had someone that would keep him from doing something too stupid.

Weaving through the crowd, he led the way to the bar, letting go of Roman but still glancing back at him a couple of times to make sure he didn’t lose him in the crowd. He definitely needed the additional reinforcement of his friend to get him through this. Once they reached the bar, he leaned against the counter, waiting for the well dressed bartender behind the counter to finish his pour. He gave the patron in the stool next to him a friendly nod as they gave him a disinterested glance before turning back to their drink. His presence caused the bartender to look up at him expectantly as he wiped his hands off with a towel, “What can I getcha?”

“We're here to meet with your guys' project manager?” Alec asked, feeling a little awkward. The feeling was amplified when the guy behind the counter gave him a once over as if sizing him up, and for a brief moment he felt the fight in his flight or fight response flair up before he tempered it down. The last thing he needed was to get mouthy then have to explain to the band that his temper was what lost them the chance at this gig, especially with Roman standing beside him.

Thankfully before he started to physically squirm under his gaze, the bartender gestured out towards the crowd. “He caught wind that some guys who performed here before were here. Just grabbed them from the bar to take them to VIP.” He looked past Alec's shoulder and gestured, “There, in the bright ass blue shirt. Can't miss him. You could catch him if you want?”

Alec turned his head, scanning the crowd in the area the bartender pointed, catching sight of the group that the bartender was pointing towards. Without much thought, he pushed away from the bar to follow quickly, throwing a, “Thank you!” over his shoulder to the bartender. Appointment or not, he didn’t think they would be able to get into VIP to meet with the guy, and a part of him felt a little bit of a rise of anger that it seemed their appointment had been put on the back burner. Really, where was the professionalism? In his haste, he bumped a few people along the way that he quickly apologized to in an attempt to catch up to the small group, not even sure if Roman was keeping up with him or not. He saw the rope moving at the same time he managed to push to the edge of the crowd. “Wait, please!” he said quickly, then felt his face flame with embarrassment that he tried to push through, “We uh… we have an appointment?”






























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you're gonna go far, kid !





Kai hated that he felt envy, hearing how well Wren was getting along with his former friends. He hated even more the lack of conviction he had to just tell the younger bassist the damned truth, especially when he exclaimed his excitement over a potential collab. This was a friend. A naive, well-meaning friend.

I know your band is like, probably totally bigger than us, but I dunno maybe someday!

The whole reason he made the decision to leave came back, and it relieved some of the tightness he felt in his chest. This was what he wanted. They held him down, and Ouroboros pushed him to be even better than before. Hell, he found his real style after a year, and he feels free to actually perform the way he wanted to...

So why was the anxiety not ebbing away? Was it the potential confrontation? Kai took a deep breath, tugging at the black gloves that hugged his hands whilst Wren scrambled to find whatever it was he was supposed to grab.
"Oh, were you here for picks or something? Can't hurt to get some new strings either. Don't let me distract you!"


Kai almost forgot that this meeting was purely coincidental. That was one thing about Wren, it was easy as hell to fall into an endless conversation with the guy. If Kai didn't already have picks in his hand, he might've forgotten the reason he was here too.
"I'll meet you by the front okay? I'm gonna check out real quick."


It didn't take long to check out, and soon Kai was waiting by the door outside, letting the sounds of the city distract him from his past. Surely, the drinks will help. Hell, a break in general will be nice. He sighed, as he shoved the picks into a random pocket of his guitar case, deciding to organize it all later.

Kai couldn't help but let his mind wander to Wren. Was life in LA that harsh on him? What was he doing besides playing for Deathlore? Maybe it wasn't his business to ask, but Kai knew that the guy deserved someone to check on him. He was good-hearted. At least, much more than he was. Dark brows furrowed in concern, until he heard the door chime next to him, letting him know that Wren was finally finished with his shopping.






























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spoken words and songs unsung...





I'm Lucas, the lead guitarist for Deathlore.

Momo's eyes were wide in polite interest, yet he blinked and froze. On instinct, his eyes fell on Ash, who damn well needed to take the lead on the situation. The corner of his mouth twitched into an anxious smile. Micah spared him the details of his scouting of Kai, but Momo did know the name of the band Kai left. Momo also knew mentions of Kai's former band were sparse at best. He shoved his hands in his pockets and swayed slightly left and right, off-beat to the music. If Micah were there, he would not feel so awkward and naked. Micah had always been his social armor. He cleared his throat. It did not feel right to let Ash take the lead as he was used to. Momo had taken the first step towards the duo, therefore he had to be responsible for carrying the awkwardness on his shoulders too. To carry the lie Ash told.

How does Micah do it? Um....

He smiled forcefully and took his hands from his pockets. Confidence, open body language, shoulders back. He was a big guy and took up most of the space, and while Ash was an inch taller, he felt he towered over everyone. Looked down at Lucas, his eyebrows raising. He tried to make his smile sincere. Micah had a beautiful smile, even in situations Momo wanted to run from.

"Yeah! He-- he speaks so well of all of you," Momo backed up Asher's lie, praying to God Lucas would not investigate that further. To quickly change the subject, Momo cleared his throat as his knuckle went to his lips. He let his hand fall back down at his side and bent his elbows, splayed out open and welcome hands to the duo.

"Actually, uh, we're here because we wanted to reserve this club for our manager, Henrik's birthday in two weeks! We've played here a few times, and, er, we're cool with the staff, all that. Maybe you guys can come and play too? Er, if you want. I mean, publicity is always-- always helpful, right?" he asked with feigned confidence and a puffed out chest. And when the words left his lips, he started to have his doubts. Should I have said that?































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i dream of broken promises






In an ideal world, Lucas would have forced a smile, buried his irritation, and tried to make the best of the awkward situation. He would have pretended to believe their flimsy lies, the vague, generic answers they gave, their shifty body language betraying their unease. He knew damn well that after the way he'd blown up at Kai the last time they saw each other, there was no way Kai had been singing his praises to his new bandmates. They barely knew who he was, and it was obvious.

In an ideal world, Lucas would have shaken their hands and graciously accepted the invitation. He would have been a fool to refuse the opportunity—to play at the venue they were all gunning for, to make connections at the birthday of his ex-best friend's new manager. It was the perfect chance for Deathlore to break into the L.A. scene, to finally start rising to fame.

But this wasn’t an ideal world.

The fake smile he'd been wearing vanished, replaced by a bitter scoff as he shook his head. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he muttered, his voice low but laced with venom, loud enough for Momo and Asher to catch every word. He pushed himself off the barstool, squaring his shoulders and standing tall. Sure, they had a few inches on him, but Lucas wasn’t about to let that intimidate him. He stepped closer, his eyes burning with barely contained rage.

"You want us to play for your manager's birthday?" His voice dripped with disbelief. "Our former band member's manager?" The words were practically spat out, each one sharper than the last. “‘Publicity is helpful’? Do you think we're out here begging for scraps?” His voice rose, no longer caring if the entire bar heard him. He saw Eli move from the corner of his eye, felt his friend's hand on his arm, trying to pull him back, but Lucas was too far gone, the anger exploding out of him.

"Did Kai put you up to this? Or is it not enough that you had to steal our bassist and leave us in the dust? Now you want to rub our faces in it too?"

Maybe, just maybe, they had meant well. Maybe their offer had been innocent. Maybe Lucas was blowing this all out of proportion, letting old wounds and grudges cloud his judgment.

But he’d be damned if he accepted this. Accepting would feel like the ultimate insult.

Eli’s grip on his arm tightened, more insistent now, pulling him away before things could escalate further. Lucas let himself be dragged back, but not before he spat out his final words, dripping with contempt.

"Fuck you guys."






























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we can burn into the velvet sky






“Do you want to go the corny route Henrik? Did you do some market research that found it helps sell?”
He teased, uncaring that the other man had blown off his other ideas. The fact that he’d gotten Henrik to respond at all was a win. Half the time their manager tuned out and didn’t respond to any of them.

With the gesture of Henrik’s hand, he acquiesced and made eye contact with him once more, giving up his plans of decorating for now. He was pleased that the idea of costumes was well received, Micah grinned, proud of himself. He’d quite liked that idea and figured the rest of the band would as well.
“Classic, horror, trendy or slutty?”
He offered up in terms of categories. There were plenty of more, of course. But when they weren’t at Henrik’s desk with his computer, he didn’t want to unload too many now. However, with the eye contact that Henrik demanded Micah did not miss the smile on his manager’s voice. His own grin widened in response. Their outing might actually be productive.

Then Henrik started to mumble to himself, a sure sign that he was getting deep into his own head about his plans. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. As much as Micah loathed to admit it, Henrik did end up having good ideas. Not always right away, he didn’t know their scene that well, but over all he was smart and good at his job to the point he knew what they needed. Micah would just need a few more expensive drinks ( on Henrik’s tab of course ) before he started admitting that.

The distraction with Kai’s old band was minor and fleeting. Especially since Henrik didn’t seem to give a shit about them. A fact that made satisfaction curl warm in the pit of his stomach.
“Can’t say no to that, can I?”
Micah grinned, following after Henrik towards the bar, happy to put Deathbore at his back for now.

As Henrik sidled up to the bar, Micah gladly made space for himself near his manager. He split his attention between people watching and Henrik watching - the latter being somewhat fascinating out in public. He was definitely different than when he was cooped up in the office.
“Right? Definitely the same vibes but I don’t think they’ve been in the city as long.”
Micah didn’t care enough to keep track of them that closely after all. Looking back at Henrik, he raised an eyebrow as he thought he caught the other man checking him out. Interesting. That bit of knowledge was to be stored away for later. Along with the fact that Henrik was actually good looking when he laughed. A crazy discovery.
“One of their members had daddy’s money but apparently not the same connections you do.”


As the drink was put in his hand, Micah grinned.
“Yes sir.”
He fully intended to take a drink. But then Henrik was doing something pornographic with his drink and his own sat forgotten in his hand. ‘What the fuck.’ Seeing Henrik in a new light today was not on his list for what would happen when they went out together. He hadn’t thought he could find Henrik to be sexy again after working with him, but even he couldn’t deny that stunt was slutty enough to make even him feel a little hot under the collar.

Thankfully, they were saved by the manager coming over.

Henrik switched from slutty guy at the bar to manager quick enough to give Micah whiplash. It left him grinning, thrilled to have seen this side of him.
“A pleasure to meet you too.”
Micah greeted the manager, putting on his best smile that he knew made him look boyishly charming despite the piercings and ink. He followed after the project manager, giving Henrik a wink as he held up the velvet rope.
“Thanks boss.”
He said with faux sweetness before taking a seat across the couch from the project manager.

“Thanks so much for sitting down with us, I am really looking forward to having a Halloween show here - I was interested in what sorts of lights and effects you usually have here for shows.”
Micah asked, leaning forward and looking engaged as the manager began to explain the different lights, smoke and other effects that they’ve had before. Micah nodded along, asking questions and pointing out different areas of the ceiling that he thought might be suited for lights and if they could do something a little darker and scarier - sexier.
“We want moody lighting, I was sort of hoping we could use some of the shots from the show to tease future concerts or music videos? We could really work together and showcase the venue and us at the same time.”
Micah offered, pleased when the manager’s eyes lit up.

Before he could get a firm answer though -

“Wait, please!” The man paused, clearly flustered. “We uh… we have an appointment?”

Micah had to bite down his annoyance, at least until he realized who had come up to them. Two of Kai’s old bandmates, of all of the people who could have come up to them it was those two. His eyebrows rose at the sight, and he realized with some glee that the manager they were talking to turned to stare at the pair with a gaze that made it clear he didn’t recognize them.

“Are you sure?” The manager asked, looking doubtful.

Micah, unable to help himself, rested his arm on Henrik’s shoulder and leaned across his manager towards the pair.
“Are you two in a band as well?”
He asked, smiling at them, the lie about the fact that he knew exactly who they were hidden behind the pretty smile.
“We shouldn’t take too long, but we have a show coming up so we need to hash out a few details. I can come get you when we're done?”
Micah wondered how far he could play this - could he make the Deathbore boys think that he was their friend to get the details of what happened after Kai left? He sure hoped so.

Probably here to scope it out, same as them, then.





























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