"Stage left entrance in 5, Mr. Harwell"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1-"
The crowd ignited in screams. Smashmouth was on their second world tour ever. With the newly found success of "Walkin' On The Sun" came a heavy tour schedule, and a demanding audience. Steve always thought it would be fun, drinking, and singing, but he was wrong. There were royalties, record labels, managers, and of course losing a shit ton of money over every area of making a new album and having a tour. But you have to tour to get the money back. Of course he loved touring, but it doesn't feel like music anymore. He felt like a broken record player.
Steve blew through the set list. He didn't even know what city he was in anymore.
The band took a bow, and ran off the stage, and back onto their jamppacked tour bus. He was greeted by his night in shining hair gel, his husband. He gave him a quick hug, and went out to sign fans albums. He held his husbands hand tightly, and played with his digits. Ever since they came out about their relationship, there has been of course a lot of people with signs exclaiming "FAGGOT" seen at every venue. But having his little beef patty by his side made everything okay.
Watching for a sound to lead me to where ever you go
I can't help it I will always love you
They entered their private jet. They sipped bubbly champagne on tan leather seats. They were alone in the first time since they left Manchester. Which is who knows how long.
"I love your little feet bb" Steve said, bending down to sniff them. "Mm"
He put down his beverage and placed his ogre-like hand over Guy's corpse. He began to kiss down his muscular neck, leaving tiny marks along his creamy skin. He ran his hand down his thigh, and touched his reproductive organs.
Guy flinched.
"What's wrong baby?" Steve questioned. It has been going on for weeks. Every time the two large men are about to get intimate, Guy stops him. He thought it was because of the setting, but they were alone.
"Nothing, I'm just not really in the mood"
"You haven't been in the mood for a month. Is there someone else Guy? Oh my god you're cheating.."
"No I'm not! Of course I'm not. I'm just not in the mood for this tonight"
It used to be no words could come between us
Any time was right for secret meetings
It's different now and when you speak
Every word means no
I'm thinking of things that come to life
Your going through some things so shallow
there's nothing to fight
"Guy, we have been together 18 years! I know something's wrong! I can't take this. You've changed your hair, you bought a new shirt with a different coloured flame, there is someone else!"
Guy's face turned red. As they landed, his cell signal popped on. A text appeared from someone under the name "Violent J" appeared"
VJ: I love you baby.. I miss your corn dog...see you soon xx
Steve gasped. He couldn't breathe.
"How could you?!"
He opened the emergency exit and jumped to the terminal.
"TAXI!" He yelled.
As he looked out into the manhattan smog, a tear fell from his nostril. He thought of all the signs he saw. And he thought of all of the moments they had together. And how it will all end now.
"Can you turn up the music please?"
I'm a slave I'm anything
I haven't lost my way
I'm looking around in directions
'Cause all I ever thought about was you
Predicting puts me down on shaky ground
I keep thinking your looking at me
Do you want me around
