#solo tour story

[annihilate-this-week]

A scene I’m most likely cutting from the novel I’m editing.

I like it a lot, but my manuscript is over 150k words, and hey, kill your darlings. This doesn’t really advance the plot at all -- more in here so I can have two transfemme characters, one freshly out, one a few years into hormone therapy, talk about how transition works on a social level, and a bunch of other things I wanted to say.

I’ve done a fair amount of writing for this novel that turns out to be basically me making statements about life as a trans person -- especially life as a trans person after you get all the basics like hormone therapy and changing your legal identity taken care of, and ESPECIALLY if you’re a trans person who can barely keep your head above water financially (and maybe emotionally). I make them in dialogue form so that they aren’t so fucking clunky or whatever, but sometimes that takes up a lot of space. It’s fun to write, it’s maybe fun to read? But I can’t keep ‘em all or I’ll never get this thing published. So again, here’s something I probably can’t keep. I was working on editing it when I made the decision, so there are some track-changes artifacts in here, for which I apologize.

Putting it behind a cut in case you’d rather not be bothered.

Two hours later, she and Sam sat in a small cafe that was mostly full of hipster kids, withplus a smattering of older, traditional white Southern types mixed in. Tanya was feeling much better about how she looked after shaving, showering, and putting on makeup. She wore a black-and-white checkered skirt, a red White Stripes t-shirt, and cheap black tennis shoes. Across from her, Sam was had a more straightforward punk look, wearing black denim shorts and a black sleeveless t-shirt, the only hint of her femininity being the hint of a sports bra showing under her shirt. Tanya wondered if she'd had the chance to buy any clothes since transitioning.

She didn't have to ask. Sam started talking about it almost as soon as they sat down. "I love your outfit, by the way," she said. "I really want to be able to... I dunno, 'girl-ify' my fashion sense, but I have no idea where to begin."

Tanya shrugged. "I know a lot of crust girls who dress pretty much like you're dressed today," she said. "I think the question is whether you want to go for a more conventionally cute look. I try to do so while also remaining somewhat punk, but let's be real -- that gets lost a lot of the time. When I show up at a basement show in a frilly red dress, that might make a pretty strong impression on the punks, but when I walk down the street like that... Well, I guess in my frilly red dress, they think I'm goth, which is something. But still." She gestured at what she was wearing. "I look like an aging hipster dressed like this, which isn't nearly as punk as your vibe. But I think when I used to look more punk pre-transition, the main reason was because I didn't feelhavve any realistic hope to look any better than I did." SAfter a moment, she paused.said, "I hated how I looked."

"I know what you mean," Sam said. "I still kinda hate how I look. Wearing lipstick and makeup helps, but it's such a pain in the ass. And my clothes... I mean, I just decided a few weeks ago I was gonna transition fully. And now I'm stuck with all these boy-coded clothes."

"So you weren't like me? All collecting clothes in secret that you put on when no one was around?" Tanya grinned. "I was so ashamed and embarrassed of it at the time. Then when I started going out in women's clothes, people were like 'Where'd you get these outfits?' and I was like, 'I've been ordering stuff off the internet for years, y'all.'" 

Sam laughed. "Nah, can't say I ever did that. I think I was running from it all. I never really even started to face up to my gender issues until like... two years ago?"

"How old are you?" Tanya asked. Just then, a waiter showed up to take their drink orders. Neither of them had even looked at the menu. Tanya ordered a Diet Coke. Sam asked for a mimosa. Tanya nodded silently to herself.

"We're gonna need a few minutes to figure out what we want," she told the waiter. "Or at least, I am." The waiter walked away. As Tanya studied her menu, Sam set hers down at the empty chair to her right. Tanya figured she ate here regularly and knew what she wanted.

"I'm 23," Sam said. "All of us are. Me, Chris, and Tammy, that is. I think Ginger's a year or two older. She didn't go to school with us. I'm honestly not sure how Tammy met her."

"Maybe I'll ask," Tanya said. "Anyway, the reason I asked how old you are is to try and figure out how old you were when you really started questioning your gender identity."

"Yeah, I guess I was maybe 20," Sam said. "But it's like... when I was younger, I was trying to be a normal dude or whatever. I still liked girls, I looked like a normal male. I mean, I guess I did. I gotwas into punk starting when I was around 12 or so. I found Tammy and Chris in high school because of punk. We were like... the three kids our age who were into it."

"Are y'all from here in Mobile?" Tanya asked. She was pretty sure she was going to order the breakfast burrito. Which was predictable, in hindsight. She set her menu on top of Sam's.

"Yeah, I mean, the suburbs, but still, greater Mobile, for sure," Sam said. "But our school was full of shitkickers. Everybody out there's into like... Taylor Swift and Blake Shelton or whatever. It was so backwards that most kids didn't even like pop music, they liked country."

Tanya laughed. "I grew up in Nashville in the 80s and 90s," she said. "I know exactly what you're talking about."

Sam laughed too, then paused. "Wait, the 80s? How old are you?"

Tanya made a wry face. "I'm 39. Didn't start my transition til I was 35. Didn't get on hormones until I was 36."

"Whoa!" Sam looked shocked. "I would never have guessed you were that old. I mean, not that--"

"I know, I know." Tanya held up her hand. "It's not a bad thing, but it's weird. Believe me, I agree. I still don't know how I got past 25 at some point." She grinned. "I'd like to make a joke about how I only look this good because the spiro keeps me young, but..."

"Spiro?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Spironolactone. The anti-androgen. You're on it, right?"

"Oh! Yeah, for the past day," she said, and laughed. "I took it before I came out to meet you. But I've never heard anyone use a nickname for it before. That threw me a little."

Tanya chuckled. "You're a babe in the woods!" she declared. "But seriously, I'm so excited for you to see what's coming."

"Me too," Sam said. "I'm really hoping it makes me a bit less hairy."

"It does!" Tanya said. "I thought I'd just have to shave huge portions of my body forever, but at this point I've lost 80% of my body hair. I thought that was all hype, but it's real."

"Oh thank god," Sam said, and at that point their waiter arrived to take their food orders. They both started self-consciously. 

"I'll have the breakfast burrito, with chicken, hash browns on the side," Tanya said. 

"Very good, ma'am. And for you, sir?" The waiter turned to Sam. She didn't react, but Tanya immediately slapped her hand to her forehead, and held it there. Seeing friends misgendered was the worst.

"I'll have the huevos rancheros, with avocado. Beans and rice on the side," Sam said. 

"Sounds good! I'll get these right in to the kitchen." With that, the waiter disappeared. Tanya, who'd been watching the interaction between her fingers, finally took her hand away from her face.

"Do you think he heard what we were talking about?" Sam stage-whispered to Tanya.

"No, but I know he misgendered you," Tanya said. "He was totally oblivious."

"Really?" Sam pulled back in surprise. "I didn't even notice! I wondered why you put your hand over your eyes."

"Yeah, that's why," Tanya said. "Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. That kind of thing always made me feel like I was gonna die."

"It sucks that I didn't notice, though," Sam said. "I need to get better about thinking of myself as a woman."

"That's an adjustment, for sure," Tanya said. "It took me about a year before I was a woman in my dreams on any kind of consistent basis."

Sam thought for a second. "I'm definitely still dreaming of myself as the confused non-binary person I spent the last year or so identifying as." She shrugged. "That's better than dreaming of myself as a man, though."

"Fuck yeah it is," said Tanya.

"So tell me about this tour you and Tammy are booking. What's the plan?"

Tanya shrugged. "A month or so. I guess I'll end back up in Nashville after. I haven't really planned all that out though. The real point is to get me away from places where I need a fixed address. At least for a little while."

"Wow. I don't think I've ever heard of that before." Sam grimaced. "It doesn't sound good."

"No, I suppose it's not. I'm going back on tour to avoid homelessness. That's a hell of a thing. But at the same time... I mean, there's not much left for me in Nashville. I have this long history there, but it's in a punk rock scene where I'm pretty much universally known as a guy. There are people who've completely turned on me since I came out. People I never knew were TERFs showed their true colors as soon as I made it public. But that's the kind of thing... it wasn't anyone I'm particularly close to or anything, you know?" Tanya sighed. "It's more the way a whole bunch of my friends were just completely unable to shift their mindsets. Like, I get it, I've fucked up on pronouns with other friends who've transitioned. It's tough to relearn things like that when you've known someone for a while. But it mattered to me to try and get it right, you know? I cared about these people. And I always respected trans identities, going back to the 90s when I was 14 and saw trans girls on Donahue or whatever. It seemed valid to me in a way that most people didn't seem to think it was. So I tried! And when people don't try, when people I care about and who supposedly care about me don't try, it makes me feel like they don't see me as valid. Which is tough to get past, even if they clearly still like me and I like them too."

Sam nodded. "I've honestly got a little bit of experience with what you're talking about, even having only been identifying as non-binary and not fully transitioning. I suppose there are people out there who were using he/him pronouns for me this whole time and I wasn't paying that much attention. But now I'm gonna have to start paying attention."

"Well, it's not even that," said Tanya. "People can handle non-binary identities because it generally doesn't require full recontextualization of a person. People who identify as non-binary often don't go through an actual change in their presentation, and I've found it's pretty rare for enby-identifying people to engage in medical transition of any sort as well." She shrugged. "Of course, that could be because the medical industry makes it hard to get what you want to do done if you deviate from their script. Thank god, things have at least gotten past that whole bullshit Harry Benjamin 'I was born in the wrong body' narrative. But there are still things that you can say about your desired gender or whatever that'll get you shut down as pathological when really, the truth is that there are just a lot of potential ways people might want to express their gender, and ALL of them are valid!"

Sam was nodding as she finished speaking. "I've already been looking at stuff online about transitioning -- since a while before I fully came out, if I'm entirely honest -- and I've already noticed this. People will tell you 'I said this to my doctor and it caused six months of problems' or 'my first doctor didn't understand at all and I had to move to a different city before I got the care I needed' or whatever. I went into my intake conversation at Planned Parenthood with all this stuff I could say, and lo and behold, they didn't really care that much. I told them about my history of gender feelings and they just kind of nodded and said, pretty much, 'Sounds legit,' and had me sign some papers."

Tanya nodded. "Informed consent's been a godsend for me too. I can tell you one story, though. I had to go to my doctor and get three months of prescriptions taken care of in advance so I could go on tour. And she was like, 'Why are you doing this?' and I totally did not tell her that it was better than being homeless, so why not? I knew that would be an issue. So now my doctor at Planned Parenthood Nashville thinks I'm in a touring band that plays to 500 people a night." She shook her head and laughed at the memory. 

Sam laughed as well. "Normal people have no idea that reasonably big bands that they've heard of can't necessarily draw 500 people in most of the country."

Tanya nodded, thinking of the time she saw Kings Of Leon play for 50 people at a sparsely attended promotional show. That was years before they'd gotten big, though. These days she didn't even like them.

At that moment, their food arrived. 

Tanya was pretty hungry, and dug right into her breakfast burrito. Sam seemed to be in the same position -- which was no surprise, after her escapades the previous evening -- and very little was said for a few minutes as both of them chowed down. Tanya came up for air after she'd gotten about halfway through her burrito. After a big swig of her water, she looked over at Sam. 

"I've been thinking," she said. "I know you're just starting out, and I've been doing this for a while. So if there's anything I can help with by talking about it or whatever, you're welcome to ask. I want to do whatever I can to make this whole process easier on you."

Sam set her Diet Coke down. Once she'd finished the mimosa, she'd switched to non-alcoholic drinks, a move Tanya had appreciated. "Yeah, there is something," she said. "This is a weird question but I'm just gonna ask."

Tanya nodded, hoping to encourage her.

"Can you explain to me how the heck you figured clothes out? I just have no idea about sizes and all that." Sam gestured at her body. "I don't have much of any definition, curve-wise, at this point, but I want to find stuff I can wear that makes me feel more, you know, girly." She held up her hands in an at-a-loss gesture. "What should I do?"

"Well, it's tough," Tanya said. "I was and am built a bit different from you. I mean, to be honest, this is the thinnest I've been as an adult, and I'm still a bit overweight if you ask the BMI or whatever. But like, I started wearing women's clothes full time months before I took my first hormone pills. So I started out by working with what I had, and I had a bit of extra weight up top." She gestured to her breasts. "They developed more once the hormones took effect, which was lovely, but even at the beginning I had a sense of what was up. You don't have that. Which isn't good or bad at this point, it just... is."

Sam nodded. "True. So you at least understand the problem."

"Oh, for sure," Tanya said, nodding. "One thing I can tell you is that you will develop, not just in your breasts but in your hips, your butt, the backs of your thighs... It'll take a few months, but changes will start to happen. And you won't know the full extent of them for years. So I would say to start out with stuff that you feel good about, and the only way to really find that stuff is to try things on. I used to go to thrift stores, spend half an hour collecting a double armload of potential stuff, step into a fitting room with it, and find that 90% of it didn't fit me or looked terrible. I'd go in with 40 things and buy two. But that's the way it has to go."

Sam nodded. "That makes sense. Doing the thrift store thing makes me nervous as hell, but I guess I've got to take the plunge."

"If you need a partner for thrift store runs, I'm in town for a couple of weeks," Tanya said. "I'm always glad to help."

Sam smiled. "I will take you up on that. Let's swap numbers before we leave here."

"What are you doing today?" Tanya asked. "You seem to have money... want to hit up some places later?"

Sam's smile grew even wider. "That would be awesome, honestly. You sure you're up for that?"

"It's always fun to hit thrift stores," Tanya said. "Who knows? I might find something I want too. I mean, I probably shouldn't buy anything, it'll just be more stuff to wash while I'm on tour... but I'm not saying I won't anyway." Sam laughed as Tanya picked up her breakfast burrito.

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jc-t solo tour 2024 • 「i got you」 shanghai 17.8.

[27demos]

scenerv → a-myg-da-la

[astrasng]

SCRATCH || BANGCHAN

MINORS DNI!

pairing: idol!chan x female!reader

summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.

warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing

author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

enjoy!

It isn’t like you’re not supportive of your boyfriend. You’ve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasn’t the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But it’s not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because he’s doing risky things that you may not like. 

To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you. 

You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment. 

And then there were times where you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.

“Had fun today?” 

The sarcastic tone caught Chan’s attention as he’s doing his everyday night routine, just as he’s finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why you’re talking and reacting to him this way, you’ve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets. 

Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him. 

“Of course.It’s always heartwarming to meet with STAY’s. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.”

Now that just boils your blood. 

“Oh, were they?” You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game he’s playing. “They were doing an amazing job indeed.” You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying. 

“Yeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?” With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You can’t even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general — but the way he’s talking about it, so full of himself, you can’t help yourself. “I wonder who made all that.” It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment. 

“It must’ve been the makeup artist of course, but I could’ve done a better job if you ask me.” You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles. 

As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision. 

“Makeup was unnecessary,to be honest.” 

There’s something glinting in Chan’s eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. “If I had asked you, would you do it?” 

The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. “Well…it doesn’t matter now.” 

“Oh it does, honey.” Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly he’s only a step away from you. “If I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,” He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as he’s standing behind you, whispering in your ear. “I could’ve used some help.” With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach. 

“Should we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?”

Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. “Would you like that, baby?” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chan – mhphm…” A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself. 

“How did you mean it then?” He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. “Tell me.” 

“I–I just…” You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. “Baby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.” There’s something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure he’s causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. “I kind of…wanted to..” Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. “You wanted what? Do you need some help darling?” He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. 

But Chan doesn’t give in that easily. 

You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. “Say it baby.” 

You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge. 

When Chan doesn’t see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.

“I–I wanted to mark you!” 

And there it is. 

As you practically moan out the words, Chan’s finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.

When the words finally leave your mouth he can’t help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. “And why is that honey?” Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made. 

“Just so everyone knows that you’re mine..” You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red. 

Something snaps inside Chan. He can’t help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, you’re pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours. 

“Do it baby.” He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. “I want you to do your worst on me,” He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core. 

At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused. 

“Feel that baby? It’s all yours. Nobody else has that but you.” 

With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chan’s lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement. 

He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. “Channie,,please..” 

“‘s okay baby,I’ll give it to you.” He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. “You have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me to–”

“Chan — I’m so sorry, I–” He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye. 

With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. “I asked you to do this, right?” With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what he’s saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. “Right baby?”

“Y-yes..” You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. “But I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fucking hot.” He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. “You did such a great job sweetheart.” He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears. 

When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot. 

So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. “Do it again.” He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin. 

The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you. 

“Give it to me.” He’s breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. “I need you to come around my cock baby.” 

His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high. 

You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.

“It took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?” Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.

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Nightwish - The Phantom of the Opera 2002

"The Phantom of the Opera" is a song from the 1986 stage musical of the same name, based on the 1910 French novel of the same name by Gaston Leroux, which tells the tragic story of a beautiful soprano, Christine Daaé, who becomes the obsession of a mysterious, masked musical genius living in the subterranean labyrinth beneath the Paris Opéra House. The song was composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber, with lyrics written by Charles Hart and Richard Stilgoe, and additional lyrics by Mike Batt. The song was originally recorded by Sarah Brightman and Steve Harley, which became a UK hit single in 1986, prior to the musical. Listen to it here! In its theatrical debut, it was sung by Brightman and Michael Crawford in their roles as Christine Daaé and the Phantom. Listen to it here! The Phantom of the Opera was the longest running show in Broadway history, and celebrated its 10,000th performance on February 11, 2012, becoming the first Broadway production in history to do so. It is the second longest-running West End musical, after Les Misérables, and the third longest-running West End show overall, after The Mousetrap. The original West End production at Her Majesty's Theatre, London, ended its run in 2020, its run cut short by the COVID-19 pandemic.

Nightwish is a Finnish symphonic metal band from Kitee. The band was formed in 1996 by lead songwriter and keyboardist Tuomas Holopainen, guitarist Emppu Vuorinen, and former lead singer Tarja Turunen. The band soon picked up drummer Jukka Nevalainen, and then bassist Sami Vänskä after the release of their debut album, Angels Fall First (1997). In 2001, Vänskä was replaced by Marko Hietala, who also took over the male vocalist role previously filled by Holopainen or guest singers.

In 2002, Nightwish released Century Child, along with the singles "Ever Dream" and "Bless the Child". Century Child was certified gold two hours after its release, and platinum two weeks afterwards. It set a record on the Finnish album charts of most distance between a first place album and the second place. An enduring favorite of fans is the band's version of "The Phantom of the Opera". The song was routinely played in concerts until October 21, 2005, when vocalist Tarja Turunen was fired from the band and later replaced with Anette Olzon, whereupon the band announced that they would never play the song live again. This would hold true for 17 years until November 27 and 28, 2022, when Nightwish was joined by Dutch singer Henk Poort on stage at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam to perform the song. Marko Hietala joined Tarja Turunen at a couple of her solo shows in 2023 to sing "The Phantom of the Opera" with her. They are set to tour together in Spring 2024 in Latin America on Tarja's "Living The Dream – The Hits Tour".

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reminiscing on dan and phil's life story together always makes me feel insane because it sounds like the plot of a fanfic: two freakishly tall awkward british gays with matching emo haircuts. dan starts out as a fan of phil, phil encourages him to make his own videos after they start talking online. dan only started trying to get phil's attention online on his 18th birthday and within months they meet up irl, and the Q&A video they make together the first time they meet blows up. within a little over a year they are practically living together, then they are accidentally outed because of a freak YouTube glitch as well as fans discovering old posts. nevertheless they become pioneers in what YouTubers can do outside the platform itself - Radio Hosts/Celebrity Interviews/Touring Stage Shows/Books/Party Games/Disney Cameos. they eventually come out via a dan video essay with 12 million views. later they move in to their third place together, a luxury home they bought and designed with all the money they made over the years. then when Dan goes on a solo tour in 2022 they reveal they that they had never spent more than two weeks apart since 2009. And don't even get me started on the joint gaming channel or the cat whiskers...

BUT the wildest part, that knocks me out every time I remember, is how phil, who allegedly has psychic abilities passed on from his grandmother, used tarot cards in a video to predict that he would meet someone with personality traits that exactly match dan's, about three months before they ever began talking online. like. how is that a real sentence I just typed. do we live in a simulation.

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Hey! I absolutely love your writing! could you maybe write something about Tom x reader. Where she’s working with Josh on a new film? So him and Rachel go to visit on set and he’s a fan? I feel that would be so cute 🥹🫶

Little Visit || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

A/n: look at these lil cute gifs I made of Tom, Josh and Rachel 🥹 I love their friendship. And thank you Anon for this request! I imagined them filming Lady Chatterley’s Lover !!! Reading this back, it’s adorable. 3/4? Fics I’m planning to post today!

Warnings: none :)

Wc: 695

Divider by @pommecita

“Andddd cut!” The director calls out as you let out a sigh of relief, stretching your body as a loud groan escapes your lips. After an exhausting day of non stop filming of your solo scenes, all you felt doing was crashing into the comfort of your bed in your trailer and face time your boyfriend Tom.

As you pack up your things that your brought along with you, Stacey, your assistant, comes up to you. “You have a few visitors,” She says in a sing song voice as you immediately furrow your eyebrows.

“Really?” You say as she hums. You sling your tote bag over your shoulder and follow her as you put your hair into a hair clip. From afar, you could see two guys, one with familiar hair.

You immediately smile knowing who it was as you hurriedly walk to them, a bounce in your step. You open your arms as you squeal seeing the two of them. “Hey sweetheart,” Tom says as you engulf the two in a tight hug.

You wrap your arms around Tom and Josh’s body as the wrap theirs around your frame, both of them rubbing your back knowing how much you love it when people do that.

Although you saw Josh practically everyday because you two were the main characters to the movie you were filming, you were still so happy to see him after a day of not hearing his jokes.

And of course, you were beyond happy seeing Tom again. The last time you saw him in person was 2 weeks ago when he came down to set to visit. Although you were absolutely tired and wished nothing but to shower and lay in bed, seeing your boyfriend and best friend was even better.

You rock the two side to side as you all laugh. As you pull back, you hear a feminine voice call out. “Y/n!” The boys look back as you look in between them. Your eyes lit up, “Rachel!” You squeal as you both run to each other. You had not seen Rachel in the longest time, probably 2 months after the world promo tour came to an end for tbosas.

“She looks happier to see her than us, huh?” Josh jokes as Tom laughs, digging his hands in his pockets as he watches the two of you embrace in a hug, nearly falling over in the process as Josh snaps a few photos of the two of you.

~

You walked hand in hand with Tom to your trailer, Josh and Rachel behind the two of you. “I’m going to shower, I’ll be back,” You announced as you kiss Tom’s lips before disappearing in your bathroom. The hot water immediately relaxed your bones as you let out a light moan at the feeling.

You came out in your silk pyjamas as it was slowly turning dark outside. The four of you chilled in your trailer, catching up with things before Rachel and Josh decide to go back to his trailer for the night.

“I’ve missed you,” A slight pout makes it your lips as you go on your tippy toes, hooking your arms around Tom’s neck as he breathes your scent that he missed in. “I know, I missed you too,” He mumbles in your hair.

You sit on your boyfriend’s lap as the two of you go through your camera roll from past month or so since you started filming the new movie with Josh.

You tell him the stories behind the pictures as he would watch you intently, a smile on his lips at the sight of you so engrossed in it. “Oh and this one, I was sneezing so much that my eyes were becoming watery so the director decided to start filming the sad scenes,” You laugh as you recall the daisies that Josh would present to you made you highly allergic.

Tom smiles at you lovingly, thinking how lucky he was to have you. “What?” You shyly smile, feeling his stare. “Nothing, you’re just so adorable,” He admits, pulling you to his chest as you let out a small giggle as he kisses your forehead.