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Thanks. See you tomorrow then. Break a leg or whatever
Tom:
Cheers. Be there at 7. Don’t be late. You’re not going to want to miss this
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The music venue was packed with wall-to-wall patrons. There was no way I had a chance of getting near the stage, but that didn’t even matter. I was excited that the band was getting this opportunity, and all I wanted was for everyone to see how amazing the 2Bit Princes were.
Pushing my way through the crowds, I eventually made it to the bar. Once I had my drink, I moved down to the far side, where it was quieter, and tipped my pint to my lips. From here, I had a good view of the stage, and I had a bit of space from the crowds.
The last time I’d seen the 2Bit Princes perform, everything had been different. For a start, Huxley’s and my parents had been there, but not only that, Huxley had been mine, even though we’d had to hide it. Now, I was adrift. I felt like the cliché of the fan hopelessly in love with the lead singer of the band, although my situation was a little different because I knew what it felt like to feel Huxley against me. To hold him all night. To share my secrets with him.
And now…now I had to watch him like he was a stranger. But I was so fucking proud of him, and of the band, for securing this gig, here in a place that was clearly so important to them.
So, yeah, it was bittersweet.
The band launched into their first song, and my heart swelled with pride and love. My smile was helpless. They were amazing.
The crowd seemed to agree, their cheers almost deafening, singing along with the lyrics. I lost myself in the music of the 2Bit Princes, also singing along with all the songs, all the way until the end of their set list.
Then something changed.
Huxley stepped up to the microphone. There was a sheen of sweat across his head, and his eyeliner was smudged around his eyes, as it often was when he performed. He grinned at the crowd, and the way his smiles came so easily now, compared to when I’d first known him, gave me fucking butterflies. His fingers curled around the hem of his T-shirt, and as I watched, mesmerised, he lifted it over his head, throwing it to the floor and baring his torso to everyone in the venue.
Screams and whistles sounded as my mouth went dry at the sight. I was envious, and jealous, and wishing that this was a private performance, just for me. I’d seen his gorgeous body before, but noweveryonewas seeing it.
Wait a fucking minute. I blinked, and then blinked again, as I stared at my stepbrother.
Huxley had his nipples pierced.
Fuuuck. Since when?
Two barbells gleamed on his pecs, and fuckingwow.
He was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Hi.” He dipped his head to the microphone, and the screams from the crowd were deafening. A shy smile crossed his face at the cheers. “Thanks…I…uh…I want to dedicate the next song to someone special. Someone that means a lot to me.”
My breath caught in my throat. Nothing else mattered except for the beautiful bleached blond boy on the stage, his shirtless, pierced torso bared to the world, a glossy black electric guitar strapped across his body, and his gaze…his gaze found mine in the crowd, fixing on me for a brief moment before he glanced down at his guitar, but that moment was everything.
“This next song means a lot.” Huxley’s hand visibly shook around the mic, but his face was resolute. I watched as he visibly gathered himself, straightening his shoulders, and his grip on his mic steadied. His gaze arrowed straight back to mine. “I let someone think they weren’t the most important thing in my world, and I want them to know that they are.”
What?
His tongue slid across his lips in a slow, sensuous glide, his fingers moving across his guitar strings, ready for the song to begin.
Then the band began to play “Never Enough” by The Hunna, and I was completely fucking lost.
The song was about falling in love, and the way Huxley fixated on me while he was singing, never once looking away, left me with no doubt in my mind.
I blinked back the sudden tears that sprang to my eyes, watching the boy I loved sing his heart out.To me.
When the final notes of the song died away, Huxley held out his hand. The whole time he’d been singing, he hadn’t looked away from me.
The emotions rising up in me made the breath catch in my throat. I felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe as I moved forwards on wobbly legs, barely even aware of the eyes on me as I made my way through the crowd and up to the edge of the stage.
“Hi,” Huxley murmured, still holding out his hand. Reaching out, I curled my fingers around his and let him pull me onto the stage.
