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Not counting the number of people streaming the event like we just happen to be.
It’s been six weeks since he challenged me to create his entire wardrobe for the next six months, six weeks since I sent Rex to the store with the inspiration to find me the missing pieces and he came back with the perfect fucking fit.
Acid washed black jeans I ironed forest green patches beneath, a destroyed leather jacket with the As Above emblem hand stitched into the back, and equally destroyed white muscle tee beneath that.
A rainbow studded belt lines his ass like all the alt kids did in the early 2000’s and heavily studded boots cover his feet.
His right hand, clad in a matching forest green glove, lifts the mic to the crowd for them to finish the lyrics. Rex bangs his head, his boot smashing the sole into the stage to the beat of the song, encouraging the crowd to keep it going.
They don’t disappoint.
My heart seizes as the voices of 46,000 people sing to me words of love and affirmation I never expected to hear from a metal show. The emotion that I thought only soul could bring me hangs in the air around me and my girls, their eyes glued to the screens as much as mine are.
“He’s fucking beautiful,” I murmur into my palm, my words too soft to be heard over the thumping music and chatter surrounding me. Cedar’s hand is on my shoulder, her eyes trained on the bigger screen my laptop is slung to for the rest of the room’s viewing pleasure.
“Did you see that shit?” Someone screams with pure excitement, but I don’t see anything except my man leading the way into the next song, his back against Fin’s.
They jimmy and jostle together for a few beats, then Rex breaks away to go to his brother pounding his way around the drum set.
Literally.
Mac’s drums are set in the middle of a fucking rotating platform that his ass runs around to keep up with the beat.
Why you ask? Because he fucking can. Because why the hell not?
I grin when Rex grins, the camera catching his movements as if I’m right on the side stage with them and lifting my spirit right out of my body.
“This is amazing and I’m so glad Rex did this!” Aurora vibrates beside me, her hands gripping my bicep and shaking the shit out of me.
“Me, too.” I toss the words over my shoulder, too afraid to remove my eyes from the screen.
“Ughhh!”
“How the fuck is Mac keeping up?” I catch Jon’s comments, but only because I know that Jordan is going to answer in some way and their little weird not-relationship intrigues me.
Can’t say I’m not waiting to defend my future brother-in-law, either.
I mean … are they together? Not together? The world may never know.
“Fuckin’ badass.”There it is.Jordan’s words are soft, subtle, but they cut right through the noise of the room.
Excitement erupts in the room and on the damn screen when the final song comes on, but Rex addresses the crowd directly.
“Ohhhhh, here we go!”
“Damn, you guys look good tonight!” The crowd roars in response, Rex prowling to center stage. He pauses there for a moment, his smile so damn wide, and absorbs the love thrown his way.
Mic back to his pierced lips—yeah, I love the fucking snake bites he’s rocking—he chuckles when the noise level rises before he can utter a single word.
I so admire his ability to command an entire room. Stage. Stadiums.
The fucking internet.
“I want to say thanks to the crew for making sure this shit streams live!”Applause drowns out any other words, so Rex pauses.
The band keeps tempo, though, repeating the intro to the song however long they need to.
“So there’s an award thing.”Another roar sends Rex’s grin skyward, but he continues with more gusto into the mic as he gestures on his left to Fin. “And this talented motherfucker hasbeen nominated!” Rex grips Fin and shakes him like my sister just shook me.
