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
Still lamenting the drink he didn't bring with him, the jolt of adrenaline that's caused by the buzz in his pocket is nearly enough to send his cigarette tumbling from his lips. It's probably Vai, he tells himself silently, already bracing for the disappointment should he turn out to be right.
One New Message.
From: hallwayguy (followed by an eggplant emoji).
Remi's cheeks flush and suddenly the drugs in his system seem entirely ineffective compared to this new thrill.
Was the bra your size?
It's a good thing there is no one in the dark alley because the way Remi smiles down at his phone is as goofy as it is tickled pink. Tapping his food on the concrete, it's time for the charming musician to put some of his lyrical wit into a text. No problem.
Only...fuck. What should he say? The old who's this?, so that he might seem cool and unavailable like the superstar he's meant to be? Maybe he could come up with a good one-liner like, why, you want it back? (was that a good line?), or how about why don't you come and tell me yourself. (what if the hallway guy thought he was a crossdresser?) "Fuck sake." Remi hisses under his breath.
"Abruzzo! Get your ass on stage."
Shit. Never good under pressure, Remi defaults to his resting state of bad dad jokes and before he has time to realize what a bad idea it is, he replies: Nah, but it'll make a good mammary."
One New Message.
From: hallwayguy (followed by an eggplant emoji).
Remi's cheeks flush and suddenly the drugs in his system seem entirely ineffective compared to this new thrill.
Was the bra your size?
It's a good thing there is no one in the dark alley because the way Remi smiles down at his phone is as goofy as it is tickled pink. Tapping his food on the concrete, it's time for the charming musician to put some of his lyrical wit into a text. No problem.
Only...fuck. What should he say? The old who's this?, so that he might seem cool and unavailable like the superstar he's meant to be? Maybe he could come up with a good one-liner like, why, you want it back? (was that a good line?), or how about why don't you come and tell me yourself. (what if the hallway guy thought he was a crossdresser?) "Fuck sake." Remi hisses under his breath.
"Abruzzo! Get your ass on stage."
Shit. Never good under pressure, Remi defaults to his resting state of bad dad jokes and before he has time to realize what a bad idea it is, he replies: Nah, but it'll make a good mammary."
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.
