Fuck everything, fuck pencils! (Deirdre, Spectre, Thomas)
The crash that resounded throughout the house when Deirdre entered could not be mistaken for anything else. Deirdre knew Spectre would feel her presence before he could see her and she knew he would recognise her as well. He knew her well enough to know what she felt like.
Deirdre slammed the door behind her and she stalked up the stairs, ignoring everyone else in the house as she stalked into Spectre's studio where he was no doubt working to bring their shambles of a band back into something recognisable enough as a band to tour.
Spectre was standing when Deirdre stalked into his studio, as Deirdre had expected him to be. He looked guilty and she had to reign in the demon in her in order to keep from ripping his face off. "ARE YOU REPLACING FLYNN?!" Deirdre shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Spectre took a moment to look shocked at the volume of Deirdre's voice, as if he had forgotten how loud the voice of a trained singer who was loud to begin with, could be. Then he sighed and nodded while massaging his temple.
Deirdre loved Spectre. She loved him more than almost anyone. They considered themselves soul mates though they were platonic. They understood each other in ways no one else ever could and they had been through hell and back together. Flynn, however, was Deirdre's best friend. And while Deirdre undoubtedly loved Spectre more (and would say this to anyone if they asked) she loved Flynn a whole hell of a lot. She did not want to tour if he wasn't coming. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO!" she informed Spectre with a footstomp added for effect.
"Deirdre," Spectre said soothingly. "Our tour manager needs to rebook our venues this week and he can't do it if we don't have a bassist."
"We have a motherfucking bassist!" Deirdre hissed, and she stomped across the room to collapse dramatically into Spectre's spinny chair.
Thomas, Spectre's husband, stuck his head in the door, a concerned look on his face. "Everything okay in here?" he asked Spectre and Deirdre knew she probably shouldn't answer for Spectre, otherwise Thomas would assume everything was shit.
"We're okay, Thomas," Spectre said in a soothing voice, though he reached out for Thomas to take his hand. Thomas stepped into the room and he wrapped his big arms around tiny Spectre, making Deirdre calm down just that little bit more. "Deirdre is just expressing her displeasure at the necessity of replacing Flynn. And Deirdre, believe me I share your feelings on the matter, but he's gone. I wish it wasn't necessary, but it is. Someone has to play his parts for the European tour and whomever does it has to be someone incredibly talented because Flynn wront some very intricate solos." Spectre sighed again and he leaned back against Thomas. "Replacing him is impossible."
"It is," Deirdre said in defeat. "I don't want him to go! First Joasia and then...Kait and now Flynn!?"
"And...er...Serenity-" Spectre said, turning red.
Deirdre's face turned from white to red in a matter of seconds. "SERENITY?!" she bellowed.
"Serenity just feels she can't tour right now-"
"BULLSHIT!" The entire world was collapsing on her. Deirdre was a rock star and she toured with her friends and what was she supposed to do when those friends disappeared!? NOT be a rock star?! "Spectre!" Deirdre's face crumpled and she jumped out of the chair so she could rush forward into Spectre's arms. It was just lucky Thomas was there to make sure his husband didn't get knocked over in the onslaught of emotional demon.
"I know, Sweetie," Spectre said, wrapping his arms around Deirdre. "I hate it took. I just hope he comes back soon. I'm not replacing him forever. Just for now."
"You promise just for now," Deirdre said with a sniff. None of this was actually about the band anyway. She missed her best friend.
"I promise," Spectre said, planting a kiss on her red hair.
Deirdre stood there, letting Spectre and his husband comfort her. Then she let them feed her lunch while she hardly said a word.
She was losing everyone and somehow her consolation prize, Giles, didn't make things seem all that much better.
Deirdre slammed the door behind her and she stalked up the stairs, ignoring everyone else in the house as she stalked into Spectre's studio where he was no doubt working to bring their shambles of a band back into something recognisable enough as a band to tour.
Spectre was standing when Deirdre stalked into his studio, as Deirdre had expected him to be. He looked guilty and she had to reign in the demon in her in order to keep from ripping his face off. "ARE YOU REPLACING FLYNN?!" Deirdre shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Spectre took a moment to look shocked at the volume of Deirdre's voice, as if he had forgotten how loud the voice of a trained singer who was loud to begin with, could be. Then he sighed and nodded while massaging his temple.
Deirdre loved Spectre. She loved him more than almost anyone. They considered themselves soul mates though they were platonic. They understood each other in ways no one else ever could and they had been through hell and back together. Flynn, however, was Deirdre's best friend. And while Deirdre undoubtedly loved Spectre more (and would say this to anyone if they asked) she loved Flynn a whole hell of a lot. She did not want to tour if he wasn't coming. "YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO!" she informed Spectre with a footstomp added for effect.
"Deirdre," Spectre said soothingly. "Our tour manager needs to rebook our venues this week and he can't do it if we don't have a bassist."
"We have a motherfucking bassist!" Deirdre hissed, and she stomped across the room to collapse dramatically into Spectre's spinny chair.
Thomas, Spectre's husband, stuck his head in the door, a concerned look on his face. "Everything okay in here?" he asked Spectre and Deirdre knew she probably shouldn't answer for Spectre, otherwise Thomas would assume everything was shit.
"We're okay, Thomas," Spectre said in a soothing voice, though he reached out for Thomas to take his hand. Thomas stepped into the room and he wrapped his big arms around tiny Spectre, making Deirdre calm down just that little bit more. "Deirdre is just expressing her displeasure at the necessity of replacing Flynn. And Deirdre, believe me I share your feelings on the matter, but he's gone. I wish it wasn't necessary, but it is. Someone has to play his parts for the European tour and whomever does it has to be someone incredibly talented because Flynn wront some very intricate solos." Spectre sighed again and he leaned back against Thomas. "Replacing him is impossible."
"It is," Deirdre said in defeat. "I don't want him to go! First Joasia and then...Kait and now Flynn!?"
"And...er...Serenity-" Spectre said, turning red.
Deirdre's face turned from white to red in a matter of seconds. "SERENITY?!" she bellowed.
"Serenity just feels she can't tour right now-"
"BULLSHIT!" The entire world was collapsing on her. Deirdre was a rock star and she toured with her friends and what was she supposed to do when those friends disappeared!? NOT be a rock star?! "Spectre!" Deirdre's face crumpled and she jumped out of the chair so she could rush forward into Spectre's arms. It was just lucky Thomas was there to make sure his husband didn't get knocked over in the onslaught of emotional demon.
"I know, Sweetie," Spectre said, wrapping his arms around Deirdre. "I hate it took. I just hope he comes back soon. I'm not replacing him forever. Just for now."
"You promise just for now," Deirdre said with a sniff. None of this was actually about the band anyway. She missed her best friend.
"I promise," Spectre said, planting a kiss on her red hair.
Deirdre stood there, letting Spectre and his husband comfort her. Then she let them feed her lunch while she hardly said a word.
She was losing everyone and somehow her consolation prize, Giles, didn't make things seem all that much better.