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February, 1984
The Sing Blue Silver Tour and the Nocturnal Echoes World Tour were monumental successes for their respective bands, cementing their places in music history. Duran Duran's Sing Blue Silver Tour had garnered a massive following, with sold-out arenas across the globe and a fervent fan base that grew exponentially with each performance. It was a celebration of their ascent to superstardom, fueled by the success of albums like Rio and Seven and the Ragged Tiger. Meanwhile, The Velvet Reverie's Nocturnal Echoes World Tour had similarly captivated audiences, showcasing the band's growth and maturity as artists. With a darker, more introspective tone, the tour resonated deeply with fans, propelling their music to new heights. Both tours were not just financial triumphs, but also critical milestones, solidifying their status as international icons of the era.
It was an ordinary hotel room in an unremarkable city, though it was far from ordinary for John Taylor. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. He stood by the window, his silhouette cast in sharp contrast against the late-night glow of city lights. He hadn't been able to sleep. Not for the last hour, and certainly not for the last few hours. The constant buzz of touring, the strain of being away from home, the relentless spotlight—it was all starting to blur together.
And then, of course, there was Valerie.
It had been a long few months since the moment Valerie had flown to Australia to seek his comfort after the abrupt end of her relationship with David Sylvian. Her sudden departure from that tumultuous chapter had led them to reconnect, and their bond, already strong, had only deepened during those long days spent talking through the pain and the shared silence. There had always been something unspoken between them, an understanding that had carried them through the years.
But now, things had shifted again.
Valerie had come back to her band, the Velvet Reverie, and they had been touring relentlessly. Meanwhile, John had been stuck in the whirlwind of his own band's commitment—Duran Duran, still navigating the heights of their fame. The two of them had been caught in a whirlwind of tours, separated by distances, but fate seemed to have its own plans as their paths crossed again at the same hotel, both bands staying there, unbeknownst to the others.
