“Oh, nothing. Briggs just likes whipped cream, too, but not for food…they’ll get along great.”
The demon dog is going to rat Scottie and me out before the end of the damn night. I can’t keep a secret to save my life, so the fact that we’ve made it this far into messing around is the biggest shock.
“Interesting,” Felyx hums and my cock reacts.
* Roses - Awaken I Am
* WORSHIP - Magnolia Park, PLVTINUM, Vana
four
FELYX
“So, tell me what kind of nickname Bow Tie is,” I question Briggs, who is now holding Mildred in his lap while I style his platinum hair. I’ve been wondering why he calls her that all day, but it hasn’t felt like the right time to ask until now. His hair is faded up the sides and long enough on the top to get a good grip on it if needed.
“So, I wanted to come up with a nickname for Scottie when we first started the band together, what feels like forever ago, but it took me a long time. One day, I was looking at her name written out on the side of her coffee cup, and the ending being ‘tie’ is what triggered it.” He’s smiling while staring out the bus window, then continues, “Then I figured it couldn’t just be ‘tie,’ that’s weird, so Bow Tie it was. Really nothing special, but that’s the back story.” He shrugs, looking away in what I assume to be embarrassment.
?* He’s the cutest fucking thing, I swear to God. “That’s so precious.” And that simple statement has this grown man blushing.
How I love a blushing man.
He’s quick to change the subject. “Are you and Michelle close, or did they post this job listing randomly?”
“We went to cosmetology school together and always stayed in touch. She knew I was tired of life in Florida, so when it was time for her to go on leave, she gave me a call, and here I am!” I probably should explain further, but I don’t want to bring the vibes down, given that we’re only a couple of hours from the show, and I have no clue what their routines are leading up to performing, and I sure as hell don’t want to mess them up.
He’s facing me now so I can make sure the front of his hair looks good, when he questions me, “Did you grow up in Florida?”
“I grew up in North Florida, and then moved to Naples when I graduated from hair school. Where are you from?”
“That explains the accent.” He gives me a beaming smile, and it just about takes my breath away. “I grew up in Chicago, nothing special, lower-middle-class family, weird emo boy who was made fun of all throughout the school.”
“You? There’s no way.”
“Yup, made me who I am today. I stayed true to that emo boy and became the lead singer of this stupid, and somehow famous, metalcore band. Or so they call us. I’m still in denial about all of this…”
“They’re probably all miserable and married to people they hate with mean-ass kids who bully their parents into tears every night,” I joke, but truly, that’s the worst karma someone can get dished out. Showing anyone who treated them badly that they’re doing great now, with or without them. “And if it means anything, I don’t listen to a ton of metal music, but I never skip a song from y’all when it comes on my curated playlist from the streaming app.” And that’s the truth. I usually listen to the upbeat shit they play in the salons, and in the car R&B is usually blasting through the speakers. But somehow Obsidian Static’smusic always weasels itself into my playlist, and it never fails to lull me in.
Briggs is capable of writing lyrics and putting words to the feelings that are sometimes hard to explain. I will never understand the process, but I’m just so thankful there are people in this world like him who have this talent.
Briggs' beaming puppy dog smile at my compliment is enough to get me to do just about anything. For him to be such a big name in the industry, I would’ve thought he would have the personality of a bag of dicks, but it’s the complete opposite. He’s pretty and nice, plus I can already tell he’s so empathic and caring towards others from overhearing the little bit of conversations I have so far.
We sit in a comfortable silence for the rest of the time it takes me to style his hair for their headlining show to close out the opening night at Twisted Tours. Thankfully, I can head out and explore the festival grounds after I finish up with Briggs. I don’t have to style Eric, the lead guitarist’s hair. There’s no hair in sight. That man’s bald as hell, but the beard he rocks is hot as hell.
I spotted the hair from the other side of the festival grounds, and lo and behold, it’s the hair of the sweetest little thing. Well, actually, she’s kind of scary…but that’s my favorite kind of bestie to make. Her hair is neon green, split-dye down the middle, and pitch black on the other side.
?* And I have to know who does it, and possibly what brand of color it is, because it’s glowing in the goddamn sunlight. I have Mildred in my arm, carrying her like a football becausethese fucks around here don’t pay a lick of attention where they stomping their studded boots around. If anyone dares to step on my baby, I’ll end up catching a charge quicker than a frat boy during rush week.
I yell, hoping to get her attention, “Honey! Green-haired beauty!”
She whips her head around, her hair fanning out, as she spins around to face me. All she does is raise her eyebrows while she looks me up and down. Her eyes land on Mildred, of course. She has to be the star of the show. “Oh. My. Fucking. Fuck.” The kissy noises coming from her have me chuckling. “Your daddy called me green-haired, and I was ready to fight, but then I saw you…” Both of her hands are cupping Millie’s face, and I swear to all things holy, this dog knows she gets this kind of attention anywhere she goes.
She expects it at this point.
We’re on the side of the main stage, and I know Briggs and Scottie are somewhere around here, but I wanted to leave them be for a little bit while I roamed the grounds.
“I had to stop you and tell you how cool your hair is! Do you know what your hairdresser uses on it? I’m a hairdresser by the way.” I hold my hand out to try to forewarn her about why I think her hair is so cool, and by the smile she gives me in return, she gets it.
“I don’t have the slightest clue what she uses…I just remember her telling me it’s UV reactive and glows in the sunlight, and black lights.”
