I Kissed a Boy [complet]

The Gala 🔞

The gala was a memorable moment. The crowd crowded outside despite the wet weather, in front of the giant screens, or on their sofa to watch the live broadcast of the latter. The participants waited for the group with a somewhat unhealthy curiosity. Was the group so promising going to be crushed like Icarus, burned by the sun of success? broke in mid-flight? As soon as the group appeared, a silence fell. Marc was dressed in a shiny black jacket, black silk shirt and equally dark fitted pants. His hair was brushed back and in his ear shone the double curls. The wide-linked silver necklace stood out, as did the belt buckle and bracelets. He exuded an all-animal aura: dangerous but charismatic. The other members followed, dressed the same as their leader, in similar styles of the same color. Gavin and Peter framed them. Their tight-fitting dark blue suits with stripes gave them a professional and solemn air. Then the first applause sounded, followed by another and within seconds the large room was abuzz with applause and shouts. Why that? impossible to really say. Perhaps because each of the participants, also stars, recognized themselves in this group of rookies and the first pitfall. Narcissus greeted them emphatically, his mouth full of compliments and praise, and seated them at one of the choice tables. Marc seemed serene and smiled softly, talking with the group and their table neighbours. At first sight, no one could suspect his stress and his discomfort. Only his knee, which vibrated from time to time against Gavin's, or the fact that he played with the ring of his thumb could indicate this discomfort.

The evening began with speeches: from the president, from stars... then the first musical groups and singers passed while dinner was served. Peter took advantage of this dinner to reconnect with his former colleagues and expand his network. The elders were surprised and delighted to see that Peter VanCluff returned with a promising group and a young protege at the height. Slowly, Peter was preparing Gavin for his succession. Every time Gavin had to walk away from Marc, he felt the gaze of the latter between his shoulders, but he had to put on a good face, smile, answer questions, exchange business cards and telephone number. Several hypothetical projects were briefly discussed, and it will be up to him, in the days to come, to sort them out to make some of them a reality: musical collaborations, advertisements, appearances on shows, interviews... When he was finally able to take his place, the dessert was going to be served and the Red Pandas were going to be called on stage. There's only time to press his thigh against Marc's and give him a deep look.