bandcamp
A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else
If it's me or if it's everybody else
'Ah right, slip of the tongue.' The musician corrects with a mischievous smirk.
Nearly choking on his own breath as Irish goes and blows him a kiss, Remi just frowns and shakes his head. "That's for the theatre." He finds himself saying, which doesn't at all sound like kiss me for real instead, which is what he'd been thinking.
Irish leaves, Remi finds himself in the bathroom with a baggie of blow in one hand and his dick in the other, failing to enjoy either but needing them both. It's on pins and needles and sparkles that he gets into his outfit has his hair styled, before being shoved on stage. It's all predictably pop-y and neon until the crowd begs for an encore and it's just Remi who appears on stage this time. Holding his guitar, Remi tries to find Irish's face despite the glare of the lights. Failing spectacularly and blinding himself in the process, Remi pulls a stool up to the edge of the stage and sits down, adjusting his guitar over his lap. "This one...is for a special someone." The women cheer, and because the pronouns of the song are female, they all go home thinking the song is about them.
When at least Remi is able to bow his way off the stage, he hurriedly shoves a humidifier between the strings of his guitar, shoves it into its case, trades his preppy boy-band outfit for what he'd been wearing before, and sneaks out the back entrance.
Mobbed only for a few minutes (though tailed by a gaggle of teenaged girls), Remi enters the clumsily lit entranceway of Kickback with a relieved sigh.
Remi plays this.
Nearly choking on his own breath as Irish goes and blows him a kiss, Remi just frowns and shakes his head. "That's for the theatre." He finds himself saying, which doesn't at all sound like kiss me for real instead, which is what he'd been thinking.
Irish leaves, Remi finds himself in the bathroom with a baggie of blow in one hand and his dick in the other, failing to enjoy either but needing them both. It's on pins and needles and sparkles that he gets into his outfit has his hair styled, before being shoved on stage. It's all predictably pop-y and neon until the crowd begs for an encore and it's just Remi who appears on stage this time. Holding his guitar, Remi tries to find Irish's face despite the glare of the lights. Failing spectacularly and blinding himself in the process, Remi pulls a stool up to the edge of the stage and sits down, adjusting his guitar over his lap. "This one...is for a special someone." The women cheer, and because the pronouns of the song are female, they all go home thinking the song is about them.
When at least Remi is able to bow his way off the stage, he hurriedly shoves a humidifier between the strings of his guitar, shoves it into its case, trades his preppy boy-band outfit for what he'd been wearing before, and sneaks out the back entrance.
Mobbed only for a few minutes (though tailed by a gaggle of teenaged girls), Remi enters the clumsily lit entranceway of Kickback with a relieved sigh.
Remi plays this.
we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
