☆ ~ 𝓦𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒪𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻𝑒 - Milex Fanfic ~ ☆ [+18]

20.- Album Release

The Last Shadow Puppets is a new and recognized band. Luck runs on the side of both. There is no way to fall apart.

April, 2008

Miles

Everything was euphoric. Photos, interviews, follow-ups, presentations, etc. I was incredibly happy. The set consisted of a black suit with dark shoes, the tie of the same color, accompanied by a white shirt like Alex's. A message came from Daisy "I hope it's a good night." It was everything Alex predicted, he couldn't hold that lie for long and he already knew that my thing with her never existed. He looked worried, but he would not let what happened between the two prevent him from taking out all that devotion that transmitted doing what he likes the most. "Maybe I can take care of it."

We were a little nervous about going on TV. We were playing our first time together on screen and what doubled our nerves was the fact that it was a Show, so at some point we would be bombarded with awkward questions with a good advance guideline.Before entering, I was able to speak to him. I believed that it was the only way to remove my confusion."Alex, we should leave in a few minutes," I mouthed, approaching."I know, are you ready for what's next?" —He consulted —because I don't quite agree with having come, you already know me. He said, observing the place where the interview would be.He waited a second and frowned at having spoken. I saw it as saying; "Wow, I think I shouldn't have said that," but I went back to the front. Discomfort again. 

My response might be "I know a little more about you now." I would never do something like that, not even in a joke, that was not a topic to joke about, besides, after my birthday there was no room for anything like that. I just tried to make the older one feel relaxed, so the positivity injected into him was my proposition.

Alex

No one knows that after Miles's birthday night we decided not to see each other anymore. All the compositions would be separately, both where it accommodated us; houses, cafes, bars, or parks. Wherever inspiration found us. A month off for both of them would be respected. Nothing was easy, but we were able to focus just on our career. On the radio the single Standing Next To Me sounds a lot, they invited us to play with important bands in the UK, we were called to television programs (one of them where we were now standing waiting for it to start) where they always asked us the same questions. They hated waiting for the start of that show where nasty jokes were very common for them and their viewers.

After a tense moment with Miles in the program's studio, James noticed the withdrawal.

"Today is post-launch, and we're all pissed off. After this, there will be no more pressure, guys," he snapped nervously. Miles replied that it would be a good afternoon, confident in his words. I gave a forced smile in front of him, but after seconds I said to myself "I just want to be was calm like you."

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At last the show began by presenting us as a "revelation of the moment" group. We entered the place and the camera lights fell looking for my face to focus powerfully. After we sat down and waved we started talking, at that point, I heard the girls screaming from their seats.

"How was this connection that seems almost, well, loving between you born?" Or, that's what we've heard.

The audience laughed and some women screamed at the words of the show host. Miles was always in charge of answering those types of questions, since they did not cause him discomfort or any kind of displeasure. Today was no exception, I noticed him safe and without shame for giving answers, everything was very professional for him, so I tried not to surface my nerves beyond. He was almost an expert at pretending, even that amazed me, and if I didn't know Miles as much as I did I would think he's a fucking fake who made all my attention focus on him, but only did it to cover the guilt of a mistake made by both of them. Although perhaps, it really covered me, exclusively.