To anyone who is reading this,
I'm in love with Brandon Flowers. I can't pinpoint it for the life of me, but I love him and that's all that matters.
Brandon Flowers--if y'all don't know--is the lead singer of the Killers (whose album I still long to buy). I'm listening to the song "All the Things That I've Done" and I just love the song and their music in general. And I love Brandon because he had this 80s femme waif White Boy look going on and, for people who don't know me, I love men who aren't afraid to wear black eyeliner. Also, I love the way he walks, for I can tell that he knows he's the Law of the group; what he says is the final decision and he knows it and he doesn't care. He's the artist in the group, so he doesn't have to explain himself to anyone. Not his bandmates. Not his groupies. Not even his own mother. He is the star. He is the voice. He has what I call the "Artist Ego." And it shows in his eyes.
God damn, I gotta breathe.
And when he sings, he has this intense look on his face that tells you "Yeah, bitch--I know you wanna fuck me."
And I do. I'm not gonna to lie.
And he has a great 80s retro rock voice that's dramatic and deep and he uses his lower voice effortlessly. His theatrics are the sexiest of all. On his videos and on stage, he transforms into this actor with a mic and he's fun to watch and I'm following his every move like a horny teeny bopper and I just want to grab him from the TV and kiss him passionately. Enough to make sure he feels it. I want his raw energy. I want to drink his sexuality. It's a creepy thought.
But that's what he does to me.