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Taylor goes to sleep that night feeling pretty good about himself, feeling like he can definitely take the tour they're starting tomorrow, what with everything that's been packed except the guitars and basses. He pulls his covers over him and wishes Vince was here with him, but since he can't and he can't get them back it'll have to deal alone. He almost had this cute little kid, but he was underage and he can't fuck some sixteen year old. As much as he'd like too.
somewhere there is a *ping!*.
He wakes up in a nice loft in the Upper East Side, in a neat bed next to Andy. Andy? His mind wonders briefly, but then it's duh, of course it's Andy. He kisses him on the cheek and wakes him up, and the two get dressed into a pair of decent little suits, helping eachother into clothes and whatnot, touching and kissing as they go along. He grabs his guitar and tosses Andy his viola. They have a concert in two days, after all. Got to practice with the Orchestra.
And yuck, a stomachache. He grabs a yogurt for that, then walks towards the concert hall.
somewhere there is a *ping!*.
He wakes up in a nice loft in the Upper East Side, in a neat bed next to Andy. Andy? His mind wonders briefly, but then it's duh, of course it's Andy. He kisses him on the cheek and wakes him up, and the two get dressed into a pair of decent little suits, helping eachother into clothes and whatnot, touching and kissing as they go along. He grabs his guitar and tosses Andy his viola. They have a concert in two days, after all. Got to practice with the Orchestra.
And yuck, a stomachache. He grabs a yogurt for that, then walks towards the concert hall.