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Today was good until the car died by the mailbox (half a mile from the house), annoying, and I found out that AC has shipped along with Backstage Passes, but Amazon estimates that they'll be here on the sixth, grr. Some real good though, I have something for you lovies...
Mandy arrived five minutes before the show started, and spent most of the night hidden in the shadows away from the roadies and fans. When Curt walked out, though, she stepped as close as she dared to go to the stage. For the longest time she stood there, entranced in Curt's painful beauty. Without consciously realizing it, Mandy threw her head back and began rocking her hips to Curt's painful pleas.
"Gimme danger little stranger and I'll feel you bleed, gimme danger little stranger and I'll heal your disease...."
Mandy's tongue snaked across her lips and she let the words reverbarate in her mind. She understood, as much as anyone could understand, his anguish. The pleading with Brian for submission, to just let go of everything else and love. The pleas that were always ignored.
Her eyes opened for some unknown reason, probably to sneak a look at Curt. Her heart ached as she saw him writhing on the floor, and she glanced out into the audience. Her breath rushed out of her lungs when she saw a streak of blue hair. Brian.
"Come on little stranger, die a little later. Swear you're gonna feel my hands, swear you're gonna feel my hands...."
Tears filled Mandy's eyes when saw Brian walk away. That bastard, didn't even have the courage to stay for the whole show.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel? I gotta feel, you gotta feel."
Oh yes, she most definitely felt it. If Brian didn't, or couldn't, feel for Curt, couldn't drop everything else to be with him, she would.
"I gotta feel it, you gotta feel it. You gotta feel it, I gotta feel. I wanna feel, oh I wanna feel...I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it. Feel it, I wanna feel it. I wanna fuckin' feel it!"
Mandy felt tears welling her eyes as Curt's voice changed to a rough screaming sob and his body trembled. When the lights went out, she rushed blindly towards the stage, wrapping her arms around his waist the second their bodies connected.
"That was really beautiful" she whispered, stroking his hair.
"Yeah? Thanks" there was a slight laugh in Curt's voice, and his lips briefly touched her forehead before he spoke again.
"Did you see...?"
Mandy almost broke down in tears then, wondering why Curt was asking. He'd punched the guy not two months ago, and now he was asking for him? Hoping it was just idle curiosity, Mandy shook her head.
"No, I didn't see him" she lifted her eyes to meet his then, hoping for a kiss, when she realized his head was turned. She looked in the direction he was facing, shivering when she saw a teenaged boy standing there. Normally that would have been nothing, just another boy ponced up in women's clothing, but this one...no, the light had to be wrong. No boy would have wanted to have his hair like Brian Slade's anymore.
Before Mandy could pull Curt away, the roadies started swarming in, congratulating him on a great show. She tried to hold his hand, but he kept moving with the crowd. He turned back for a split second, shouting back to her,
"Don't wait up!" and then he was gone. When all the people, including the boy, had cleared out, Mandy sank to the floor. Fuck it, she should have known it was too good to be true. He'd probably come back late in the morning with a hickey. Despite her best efforts not to, to remind herself that she should be used to this kind of thing by now, Mandy dropped her face into her arms and cried.
Mandy arrived five minutes before the show started, and spent most of the night hidden in the shadows away from the roadies and fans. When Curt walked out, though, she stepped as close as she dared to go to the stage. For the longest time she stood there, entranced in Curt's painful beauty. Without consciously realizing it, Mandy threw her head back and began rocking her hips to Curt's painful pleas.
"Gimme danger little stranger and I'll feel you bleed, gimme danger little stranger and I'll heal your disease...."
Mandy's tongue snaked across her lips and she let the words reverbarate in her mind. She understood, as much as anyone could understand, his anguish. The pleading with Brian for submission, to just let go of everything else and love. The pleas that were always ignored.
Her eyes opened for some unknown reason, probably to sneak a look at Curt. Her heart ached as she saw him writhing on the floor, and she glanced out into the audience. Her breath rushed out of her lungs when she saw a streak of blue hair. Brian.
"Come on little stranger, die a little later. Swear you're gonna feel my hands, swear you're gonna feel my hands...."
Tears filled Mandy's eyes when saw Brian walk away. That bastard, didn't even have the courage to stay for the whole show.
"Can you feel it? Can you feel? I gotta feel, you gotta feel."
Oh yes, she most definitely felt it. If Brian didn't, or couldn't, feel for Curt, couldn't drop everything else to be with him, she would.
"I gotta feel it, you gotta feel it. You gotta feel it, I gotta feel. I wanna feel, oh I wanna feel...I wanna feel it, I wanna feel it. Feel it, I wanna feel it. I wanna fuckin' feel it!"
Mandy felt tears welling her eyes as Curt's voice changed to a rough screaming sob and his body trembled. When the lights went out, she rushed blindly towards the stage, wrapping her arms around his waist the second their bodies connected.
"That was really beautiful" she whispered, stroking his hair.
"Yeah? Thanks" there was a slight laugh in Curt's voice, and his lips briefly touched her forehead before he spoke again.
"Did you see...?"
Mandy almost broke down in tears then, wondering why Curt was asking. He'd punched the guy not two months ago, and now he was asking for him? Hoping it was just idle curiosity, Mandy shook her head.
"No, I didn't see him" she lifted her eyes to meet his then, hoping for a kiss, when she realized his head was turned. She looked in the direction he was facing, shivering when she saw a teenaged boy standing there. Normally that would have been nothing, just another boy ponced up in women's clothing, but this one...no, the light had to be wrong. No boy would have wanted to have his hair like Brian Slade's anymore.
Before Mandy could pull Curt away, the roadies started swarming in, congratulating him on a great show. She tried to hold his hand, but he kept moving with the crowd. He turned back for a split second, shouting back to her,
"Don't wait up!" and then he was gone. When all the people, including the boy, had cleared out, Mandy sank to the floor. Fuck it, she should have known it was too good to be true. He'd probably come back late in the morning with a hickey. Despite her best efforts not to, to remind herself that she should be used to this kind of thing by now, Mandy dropped her face into her arms and cried.
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