"Backstage Pass" (Ambrose, Adora, Cain, Ahamo, and others ; PG-13 ; hint of slash, some language)uh_oh_shuffleNovember 30 2009, 23:51:46 UTC
They could see the lights creeping out of the metal door in the front. The ground nearly vibrated as the bass heated up. From across the street, sneaking out of the bushes marking the boundaries of the woods, a slim figure emerged. His curls dangled against his head as he looked left and the right. Standing straight up, he nodded in reassurance to himself.
He said, turning to face the bushes. A blonde head popped out, and a young girl smiled at him.
“Ambrose, what about security? You know they use real cops! What if my father - ” The brunette male threw his head back and moaned.
“Oh, Adora! Stop worrying! Not every cop in the city knows your father.” Stepping out hesitantly, she frowned.
“He’s Captain. ” Leaning forward Ambrose raised a single finger.
“Then we’ll just have to be extra careful. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! How many other people can say they met the Tin Men? Everybody at the university will be jealous.” He mused, smiling animatedly. With a smirk on her lips Adora let her eyes wander.
“The Tin Men…” she said slowly. Not that they were famous, but one day. “You sure your cousin can get us close to them?”
“Pst! What can’t the mayor's daughter do?” They both laughed, grabbed hands, and ran across the street under the moons light.
~
Wyatt Cain rolled his drum sticks in his hands, the curtain closing for the final time that night. It was really a shame, the crowd that night was more than amazing. Of course it didn’t hurt that the previous band sucked. The short-haired blonde smirked. It was probably selfish, but oh how awesome it was to know that scum Zero wasn’t as great a guitarist as everyone thought.
“Well, Cain? How about it?” leaving his happy place the drummer looked over at the vocals, a man slightly younger than himself with sideburns that could kill.
“I wouldn’t mind staying another night.” He answered. Cain knew the college drop-out wasn’t thinking about the roar of the crowd. His girl was the owner of the club, and preferred him to be in the same town instead of across the state. “This town isn’t as bad as you said, Ahamo. Lavendar may even get us recognition.”
“Well speak of the devil.” He heard Ahamo say, crossing his arms and looking past the walls known as the bodyguards to see a skirt swirling into view.
“You guys were amazing tonight!” Called a feminine voice, shimmering shirt a contrast to the bands black and dark blues with just a hint of metallic shine coming from studs or belts. About to open his mouth and thank the actually incredibly kind pre-billionaire, Cain was interrupted by two pairs of beautiful eyes peeking out from the backstage darkness.
“I told you she wasn’t lying!” Called Ambrose, pushing Adora out into the light. Lavendar smiled and waved to her cousin, laughing when he almost tripped over a wire. He caught sight of blue eyes that he had stared at as his headphones blasted into his ears. They were eyes that lined his and his best friend’s walls ever since the new band’s first performance a few cities over. He blushed, was given a gorgeous grin, and immediately turned and stuck his tongue out at Adora.
“Ahamo, you remember my cousin Ambrose, right? Brosey, Adora, this is Raw, Vy, and - ”
“OH MY GOD IT’S WYATT CAIN!!” In seconds both students we in the drummer’s face, autograph books in hands as they giggled madly. Looking for help but finding his fellow band members busying themselves with family, friends, instruments, or anything that would bother him.
“…um…hi?” The two turned to each other and screamed again, knocking him off his feet.
“WILL YOU SIGN MY BOOK?!” “ME FIRST!” “YOU’RE SO HOT!” “CAN I TOUCH YOUR DRUMSTI -” “ADORA!” Ambrose grimaced at the girl as she blushed. Laughing at the display Lavendar clapped her hands together.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of time for that after the party.” She said, motioning for the band and friends to follow her. “The drinks await.”
“Ambrose, you know I can’t go. Father would…Ambrose?” Adora groaned when she saw him with hearts in his eyes watching as Wyatt bent over and started putting away his stuff. With one look she found herself at a loss of any real concentration.
He said, turning to face the bushes. A blonde head popped out, and a young girl smiled at him.
“Ambrose, what about security? You know they use real cops! What if my father - ” The brunette male threw his head back and moaned.
“Oh, Adora! Stop worrying! Not every cop in the city knows your father.” Stepping out hesitantly, she frowned.
“He’s Captain. ” Leaning forward Ambrose raised a single finger.
“Then we’ll just have to be extra careful. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! How many other people can say they met the Tin Men? Everybody at the university will be jealous.” He mused, smiling animatedly. With a smirk on her lips Adora let her eyes wander.
“The Tin Men…” she said slowly. Not that they were famous, but one day. “You sure your cousin can get us close to them?”
“Pst! What can’t the mayor's daughter do?” They both laughed, grabbed hands, and ran across the street under the moons light.
~
Wyatt Cain rolled his drum sticks in his hands, the curtain closing for the final time that night. It was really a shame, the crowd that night was more than amazing. Of course it didn’t hurt that the previous band sucked. The short-haired blonde smirked. It was probably selfish, but oh how awesome it was to know that scum Zero wasn’t as great a guitarist as everyone thought.
“Well, Cain? How about it?” leaving his happy place the drummer looked over at the vocals, a man slightly younger than himself with sideburns that could kill.
“I wouldn’t mind staying another night.” He answered. Cain knew the college drop-out wasn’t thinking about the roar of the crowd. His girl was the owner of the club, and preferred him to be in the same town instead of across the state. “This town isn’t as bad as you said, Ahamo. Lavendar may even get us recognition.”
“Well speak of the devil.” He heard Ahamo say, crossing his arms and looking past the walls known as the bodyguards to see a skirt swirling into view.
“You guys were amazing tonight!” Called a feminine voice, shimmering shirt a contrast to the bands black and dark blues with just a hint of metallic shine coming from studs or belts. About to open his mouth and thank the actually incredibly kind pre-billionaire, Cain was interrupted by two pairs of beautiful eyes peeking out from the backstage darkness.
“I told you she wasn’t lying!” Called Ambrose, pushing Adora out into the light. Lavendar smiled and waved to her cousin, laughing when he almost tripped over a wire. He caught sight of blue eyes that he had stared at as his headphones blasted into his ears. They were eyes that lined his and his best friend’s walls ever since the new band’s first performance a few cities over. He blushed, was given a gorgeous grin, and immediately turned and stuck his tongue out at Adora.
“Ahamo, you remember my cousin Ambrose, right? Brosey, Adora, this is Raw, Vy, and - ”
“OH MY GOD IT’S WYATT CAIN!!” In seconds both students we in the drummer’s face, autograph books in hands as they giggled madly. Looking for help but finding his fellow band members busying themselves with family, friends, instruments, or anything that would bother him.
“…um…hi?” The two turned to each other and screamed again, knocking him off his feet.
“WILL YOU SIGN MY BOOK?!” “ME FIRST!” “YOU’RE SO HOT!” “CAN I TOUCH YOUR DRUMSTI -” “ADORA!” Ambrose grimaced at the girl as she blushed. Laughing at the display Lavendar clapped her hands together.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of time for that after the party.” She said, motioning for the band and friends to follow her. “The drinks await.”
“Ambrose, you know I can’t go. Father would…Ambrose?” Adora groaned when she saw him with hearts in his eyes watching as Wyatt bent over and started putting away his stuff. With one look she found herself at a loss of any real concentration.
“…ah, screw it.”
Reply
Leave a comment