It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses
He checks his phone before doing a line of something that goes down with practiced ease. The lights of the green room begin to sparkle and blur out, dulling the urge to check his phone again. He's got a two-minute warning from the stage guy, and the rest of the band are already on their toes going through their pre-show rituals. Given that he's already rubbed one out in the bathroom and chased down the unsatisfying ripples of his orgasm with both powder and liquid, Remi is about as ready as he'll ever be. Ready enough for a show at a bar, anyway.
He can't help it though; Just checking the time, he tells himself, as he taps at the screen. Three little words appear, but not the ones anyone wants to see. No New Messages. But it's fine. It's fine; the music of the opening act is already beginning to shiver in his veins as the drugs and alcohol light him on fire. No time to worry about a pretty pair of blue eyes, now.
His band, Sunset Patrol, takes the stage to drunken applause. With the lights blaring in his eyes it's impossible to distinguish anyone in the crowd, which is as much of a blessing as it is a curse. It keeps him looking for one fact in particular, and then subsequently blinding himself as he takes a seat on a stool in the center of the stage.
He can't help it though; Just checking the time, he tells himself, as he taps at the screen. Three little words appear, but not the ones anyone wants to see. No New Messages. But it's fine. It's fine; the music of the opening act is already beginning to shiver in his veins as the drugs and alcohol light him on fire. No time to worry about a pretty pair of blue eyes, now.
His band, Sunset Patrol, takes the stage to drunken applause. With the lights blaring in his eyes it's impossible to distinguish anyone in the crowd, which is as much of a blessing as it is a curse. It keeps him looking for one fact in particular, and then subsequently blinding himself as he takes a seat on a stool in the center of the stage.
ThE RoCkStAr
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.
