It was hot and sweaty on stage, the bright
lights boring like bolts of
white hot purity through the band members and spinning wildly over the
gyrating crowd. God only knew what it was like down there, jumping
around next to hundreds of other people, their sweat creasing with your
own, their movements provoking yours, their voices raised just as yours
was. On stage, Alex worshipped the freedom to move around as he jumped
around amongst the guitarists, the microphone held to his lips, his
voice singing out to the three thousand strong crowd that were chanting
his words right back at him. His green t-shirt was clinging to his
back, riding up as he punched the air to reveal firm, pale abs that
rippled with the effort of his exertions. His jeans hung low on his
hips as he thrummed with this vibrant energy, this life.
The
crowd were screaming his name, singing along with him as Alex poured
everything he had into the song. He would go home exhausted but he
would be happy because he would have given the people that queued for
three hours in the cold of Birmingham, the show of a lifetime. His
voice was deep and gravelly, incongruous in so lithe a frame but
growling from his lips with a sultriness he would not have been
afforded otherwise.
He smiled and his face, characterized by its
seraphic loveliness, split evenly. The faces before him became a
frenzied smudge at his feet. They were all flushed cheeks, bright eyes
and teeth as their open mouths chanted along with him. The deceptive
lights lanced into him, painting him white as though it was not heat
that shot through his veins but ice. They span over the crowd,
illuminating faces that Alex could just make out, blinding them.
It
became like a hallucination. The noise the blurry lines of colour that
danced in front of his eyes as he jumped here and there, the neon
flashes of light interspersed with bright spotlights. It was enough to
make anyone dizzy but Alex shone with energy, moving to the rhythm of
the bassist and spinning about the stage with his microphone. He could
almost feel the hearts of the audience beating at the same time, his
own thudding against his chest in a heady tattoo, making him
light-headed and elated and extremely happy.
“Thank you!” he
yelled as the song finished and a buzzing quiet filled the hall. The
audience began stamping and cheering again and chants sprang up from
all corners, cracking into the ceiling and calling for another song.
“Now we’re going to sing something from our new album,” he went on,
strolling casually across the stage as all around him people tried to
lean over the railings to get closer, jostling and pushing, all wanting
a piece of him. There was no more addictive drug than this
unconditional adoration, this appreciation and support. It was an
English crowd and Alex knew his accent was delighting them, so it
became more pronounced as a result. He towelled his face and took a sip
of water, all the while just listening to the thud of feet and the
blissful cries of the crowd.
“Next song’s for all you out there
who’ve got your eye on someone special,” he said, holding out one
small, pale hand in a gesture of gratitude. As the band started the
next song, Alex moved to the front of the stage and watched as a man
near the front of the crowd began jostling madly and screamed Alex’s
name from above the shoulders of his friends. Alex flicked him the
peace sign, grinning. “Enjoy,” he said, starting to sing.
There was just him and the crowd and it was perfect. He could make it
seem like he was singing to any one of them.
“I’ll be there, always waiting, waiting for you, to let me inside.”
The
song was driving through his veins now and his eyes were roving the
crowd, not seeing the detail, only the mass. They flicked back to the
man who had yelled his name only moments ago.
“Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever it takes, I’ll do
anything.”
He was tall and handsome. He was olive skin and high cheekbones painted
with a delicate flush.
“I’m watching you dream, well are you dreaming of me?”
He
was broad shouldered and lightly muscled, a black t-shirt clinging
sinfully tightly to toned arms raised in the air. His hair was dark as
well, glossy and messy, falling in his eyes. Alex wondered what it
would be like to run his hands through it.
“So why can’t you see, you’re all that matters.”
The
man was sharply clear now when all around him was just a blurry whole.
He was pointed and firm and jumping in the air, imbued with the same
energy that Alex carried on stage, mouth stretched in a smile, eyes
gleaming. Realizing he was staring, Alex turned away, feeling a
stirring inside him that brought a rush of excitement to his bones. He
had never felt moved like that before, staggered as though shaken.
“Whatever it takes, I’ll do anything.”
The
man was working his way closer, had slid through the closed ranks at
the front and was leaning forwards over the bar. His hands were
outstretched along with hundreds of others. Alex leaned over the edge
of the stage, crouching and reaching his hand out along the front. It
was immediately batted and grabbed by the hundreds of people that would
sell their own grandmothers just to touch him. He felt sweaty palm and
pounding pulse points and then the firm hard grip of a man who caught
him unawares. Looking up, startled, Alex saw a pair of dark blue eyes
staring at him from the man he had noticed a minute ago. He had grabbed
Alex’s hand and was squeezing it tightly, smiling seductively. Alex was
taken aback and found himself clinging as well for a fraction longer
than was necessary before standing up again, breaking the fragile
moment.
In the spinning blur of movement and song and rasping
voices that followed, he refused to lose sight of that man, refused to
brush away the insistent eyes and powerful attraction.
“If I have to crawl, get down on my knees, whatever it takes, I’ll do
anything.”
If
he was still here at the end of the show, maybe Alex would invite him
backstage. He would spend one more night in England before going back
to States and would have liked some company. He had come for a weekend
and breezed his way through three cities, eliciting screams of
excitement and turbulent activity, only to be followed, as these people
stepped into the cold air, by a silent calm.
Then he’d move on.
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