Casanova, you're a candied apple Casanova
If devoured, will you poison me?
Or will I die with a death grin of glee?
The sound of a guitar that strummed along the thin strings of a well-loved white guitar painted with a green rose, Mile's favorite, it was tugged, plucked and formed the appropriate tune to match the practiced verse of a song that the guitarist wrote himself. Sung by their keyboardist, Kiet, as they all rotated out who sang as lead for the songs, the empty arena filled with the musical notes of the sample performance to test the acoustics, the effects, the lighting, all of it.
A cursed addiction, a snake around my heart, I should run
But a quip of your smile, a bat of your eyes, and I'm done
This was Mile's favorite part of the gigs. The prep work. Of course performing definitely held a special place in his heart, but to just be able to build up to the moment they looked forward was also exhilarating. It was similar to a marathon runner who created their goal, set their pace, increased their stamina, improved their time gradually, and it was the journey. The joy of it.
Casanova, you're a candied apple Casanova
Will I cry because I can't get myself free?
Undo me, my addiction, my sweet misery
Casanova, my caramel induced demise, my Casanova
A round of applause at the end of the drum set, the last note of a bass, and the four onstage just bowed their heads as they peeked to the small gathering of stagehands and staffing alike. They were seated in the front row to enjoy the free session before they would be chided and booted from the seats by the venue management, Mile laughed out at the enthusiasm despite seeing most of the seats empty. He gave a grateful wave to their attention with an easily plastered smile, one that was practiced from years of being in the industry; however, it was coated with a hint of genuine contentment that made his heart light. This was the start of their brand-new show.
New music, new lyrics, and of course a play of some older gems that were iconic to the Green Roses. It was published, approved by their agency, and it was just the last part of the process.
The new tour, "Emerald Storm", would be traveling around major cities in Thailand the first week, hop over the way to the Philippines, Taiwan, South Korea, Vietnam, Singapore and a last-minute addition of Japan. Their new agent worked her wonders to get that gig. Their calendars were booked for the next three months, not including the local promotion the day before each show, autograph and photo sessions. The call for fan-meets already underway with their fan-clubs at each location, the buzz and the exhilaration was real. The fact that they had catapulted from Decha's garage to the front and center stage of Bangkok's biggest arena was amazing.
Their prior gig was just a preview, a teaser trailer, and he was grateful for it. It brought a smile at the memory of how it really was only about two months ago he first laid eyes on a pair that looked back into his and saw past his frozen wall.
A fateful fan-meet that he met his spitfire hell cat. He wish he could commission an artist to paint the image of perfection he had left behind so he could savor it, plaster it on the wall of his bedroom like wallpaper, sighed adoringly.
The man he'd left behind this morning in his bed, the haphazard blue bed sheet covered the lithe waist and ass. Long, stretched back littered with bite marks where Mile had staked his claim on the golden statue of perfection when he pressed Apo face down into the bed to be pounded into from behind on their third round. The moans swallowed by the same set of sheets, body arched, and Mile just drank it all in as they released together. He imprinted with his fingers and nails into the divots of skin, left the younger utterly disheveled, wrung out and exhausted as Apo continued to sleep as Mile got ready to head to practice.
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FanficMile Phakphum Romsaithong is the guitarist for the popular Thai band, the Green Roses, living like a typical celebrity Rockstar: enjoying the free-agent playboy lifestyle, not caring who he burns in the process, the wealth and success goes to his he...