I’ll never make it past that unholy sight
My sick?—
My sick obsession
The crowd was deafening, and I can feel the tears wanting to break through and fall down my cheeks, and Briggs doesn’t help the situation by looking back at me with the biggest smile on his face.
He’s in his happy place, and I’m in mine.
Watching him do his thing while I’m beating on my drums.
With how the show is going tonight, Briggs is going to have to introduce me like that every show…sports players aren’t the only ones with superstitions, after all.
And that one superstition to add to the list.
Felyx.
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BRIGGS
The crowd here is nothing like what we’ve performed in front of until now. Normally, I’m cool as a cucumber before shows. But I can still see the slight shake in my hand holding the mic, and I’ve been up here for a couple of songs now. Thankfully, I’m trained enough to know how to control my voice and hide the nerves.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I busted out the nickname for Scottie, but with how she’s playing and how feral the crowd is now, I can’t say it wasn’t one of my better ideas. I figured that after my talk with Felyx and explaining the whole nickname situation, it brought up all the good we’ve had together.
?* Really, I’m just tired of having to hide what we have.
Life is too short not to love people you want, and to do it as loudly as possible.
Love hard and loud.
That’s what I’m going to start living by.
We’re in the last song for the night, and a wild idea pops into my head. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing the stairs to the platform again to get to Scottie.
I’m openly dragging my eyes up and down her seated form; she has a black pair of torn-up jean shorts on, an old as hell cropped Blink-182 t-shirt, and her worn to hell Doc Martens. Her hair and makeup are the only things different about her tonight, but no matter what she looks like or is wearing, she’s still my Bow Tie.
She’s so into the song that she doesn’t see me until I’m on the platform and beside her seat. I sang the last couple of words, and with the last few strikes to the drums from her, I lean down, grabbing her face in both hands, smashing my lips to hers.
The gasp you hear from the crowd is so loud, and we both snicker while still kissing, and the mic picks us up.
And then there’s a deafening cheer that seems to last a lifetime. The way time seems to slow anytime I’m kissing Scottie is something I hope can always happen with us.
Pulling away from the kiss, I stay close enough to whisper, “I love you, Bow Tie.”
I’m immediately hit with a tearful sounding Scottie, “I love you, Singer Boy.”
Another cheer because they heard exactly what we just said to one another. Sometimes I still forget this fucking things will pick up just about any sound.
I hit her with a beaming smile and head to the end of the platform closest to the fans. I yell into the mic for the last time tonight, “Thank you for the amazing show, Ohio! We’re Obsidian Static; we love you!”
They go wild yet again, and the stage lights go black.
Once your eyes adjust back to not being blinded, there’s still plenty of light to see where you’re walking. I grab Scottie’s hand, leading her down the platform’s steps and off the stage.
Felyx is waiting for us at the steps with Mildred tucked under his arm like the feisty little football she is. “You all were amazing! But…can we talk about that kiss?!” Felyx asks while bumping his shoulder into mine.
