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People in Love Nikki( a dress up game) đ€ Calroy Cruller (a piece of cake with legs)
Dressing in your fanciest pants to destroy a man
oh man this guy is pissing me off so bad i think im going to (remembers all acts of violence are impossible due to the backlash caused by the Blood Curse) put on my fanciest shoes to humiliate him
#love nikki#dimension 20#a crown of candy#love nikki dress up queen#taking a joke for a smaller tumbler audience and making it even smaller
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Troublemaker
yoonmi, hannah, and seriâs showcase of trouble, their collaboration album (what happened, and what they wore)
italics are spoken in english; everything was prepared and done according to community quarantine guidelines
the showcase starts with âthatâs a no noâ
the stage is dark and the lights flash on at the first beat of the drum revealing the three girls



you can hear cheers from specially when yoonmi starts rapping
the music at the end then transitions from thatâs a no noâs outro to ânot that typeâsâ intro
as soon as the number ends, the light fades back in to show three smiling and slightly panting girls
jin walks on stage with a mic and script in one hand and three tumblers
âwah, you kids did so well! you must have practiced so hard considering you forgot to put these out here before the show startedâ
the three girls laugh at him but gratefully take their own personal tumblers from him while he officially begins hosting the show
âeveryone, welcome to troublemaker! today, iâm not btsâs jin, iâm the royalsâ mc jin. let me introduce to you our three girls. we have btsâs miya, nctâs hannah, and txtâs seri! do you kids have a group introduction?â
yoonmi and hannah immediately turned to seri who laughed but placed her tumbler down next to the stool that was placed behind her
â2, 3â âhi, weâre royalsâ
âiâm our leader seri, this is our producer miya, and our choreographer hannah unnieâ
the four of them sat down while cheering could be heard in the background
âitâs nice to see you finally on stage when your album has been released for a week now. why did you choose to wait for today instead of promoting on music shows?â
âwell, we just thought that it would be nice to make it a little more special by having just one time performing since this is pretty newâ
âalso hannah unnie didnât want to clash with wayvâs promotion period!â âhey, seri said this was a good birthday gift for beomgyu!â
seri let out a playful sigh and turned to jin who was chuckling âthis is why i became leaderâ
âit makes sense. now that you can finally perform your stages, how do you feel? letâs hear from each one of you. hannah?â
âIt feels amazing! i love the neos, but this is something different. thereâs just a different feel when youâre acting sexy with people of a different gender and people of your own gender, you know?â
there was a yell of âsexy!â in the crowd which made hannah laugh âthanks, nana! moving on, miya?â
âthis is really cool! iâve never actually done a concept like this before, so it was exciting trying something new.â
âto be doing a unit album with hannah unnie and miya is interesting. iâve seen their sm station before, and it looked pretty cool. iâm pretty honored to be doing this with themâ
jin smiled at them âand iâm going to assume weâre not talking about the production process because youâll have those up on your channel?â
âstraight off the script, oppaâ hanah smirked which made jin snort
âright, right, weâre making this as quick as possible because of all the performances. how about this, which of the performances are you looking forward to the most?â
yoonmi smiled âbicycle, of course! itâs a style new to all of us, and itâs bound to surprise everyone! i believe only five other people in here have seen it aside from us and our dancers?â
âthatâs right⊠personally, though, i canât wait for our bonus tracks. as someone whoâs more into vocals than anything, i think it would be a nice way to show ours off. unnie, how about uou?â
âwell, iâm personally looking forward to our unit stages. especially me and seriâs. itâs our first time working together, so thatâs pretty excitingâ
âspeaking of your unit stages, itâll be up soon, right? anything we can expect?â
âthe songs will be quite familiarâ yoonmi winked and stood up âbut, before that, we have two songs to performâ
hannah stood next âour second is something you may remember we performed in mama along with ânot that typeââ
seri smiled âbut the first is a little something we hope can make you feel stronger than anyone else out there. âyou think!ââ
jin asked the audience for a round of applause and ran off stage when the lights went off. as soon as the light went on, the girls performed âyou thinkâ and âhelicopterâ
after helicopter ended, a vcr starts playing showing the behind of the showcase production. it showed yoonmi discussing the stage setting and how everything is going to happen and appear. hannah is discussing with the performance team about positioning and entrances and exits. seri is talking to the audio team about the mics and in ears as well as to the rest of the staff about the program flow
when the three girls appear on stage, a mellower melody plays. itâs âyou never knowâ

they pick up the mood with âcelebrityâ a few moments after before the lights turn off
then a familiar melody plays. lights appear, and itâs yoonmi and hannah on stage. they perform txtâs âcanât we just leave the monster aliveâ
the txt boys in the audience were focused on by the screen and they were getting all surprised because âthatâs our song?â
lights went off then turned on to show seri on stage instead of hannah, and yoonmi holding a guitar. they performed nct dreamâs âpuzzle pieceâ
the nct dream boys are seen lipsyncing along and you can see yoonmi accidentally look up and make eye contact with haechan who pulled a face (she almost started laughing)
next yoonmi disappeared, and hannah took her spot. they performed btsâs âlostâ
the bts boys were show cheering while jungkook and jimin did the dance in smaller movements in sync with the two girls
when everything finished, yoonmi walked onto stage with jin
jin was clapping âwow, you girls did lost better than i didâ
seri shook her head in laughter while hannah laughed at him âyouâre being way too kind, oppaâ
jin walks them over to the stools yoonmi and seri sat on earlier, now with two more extra for all four of them to sit
âitâs nice to see you cover each otherâs songs. what made you girls think of doing this?â
yoonmi poked seri in the side to get her to explain
âwell, our groups have different concepts, and we decided to try each other out because we were trying out a new concept for the album anyway. why not try a few other ones?â
âit looks like our lovely audience enjoyed it, as well?â yoonmi gestured over to their friends.
hannah laughed and pointed at the six boys making fun of mark âi think someoneâs a little upset his girlfriend didnât perform a song he was part offâ
yoonmi laughed a little and waved sheepishly at her boyfriend
jin laughed and looked towards the audience âlet me introduce to the fans watching our live audience. on seriâs hand, we have the boys of txt, and three of her friends from jyp.â
the camera turns to the five boys who started to bounce in their chairs excitedly while three people known as stray kidâs seungmin, and itzyâs chaeryoung and ryujin waved from in front of them
âover there on hannahâs hand, we have around 21 boys known as nct. two of them, i believe, are currently observing quarantine, so they couldnât be here todayâ
the camera turns to show a large group of boys (and two puppies?) who were waving excitedly and a little girl who was sitting on markâs lap and playing with haechan
jin laughed. âpuppies, too. finally, on yoonmiâs hand, we have me, our bts members, chan, yoonmiâs other brother, and his family⊠well, mostly. little yoonseol is over thereâ
the camera then turns to seven boys hooting and cheering wildly alongside a laughing chan and eunsol
âhow about a few reactions from our crowd. girls, take your pick from your membersâ
the three discussed between each other before nodding. seri went to jin and whispered something in his ear. he smiled and nodded
âour girls are going to sneak off for a bit to get ready for their solo stages.â
yoonmi, hannah, and seri hopped off of their stools and walked off stage. seri winked, hannah blew a kiss, and yoonmi waved before the three of them ran to the wings of the stage
jin continued âif we can call our members on stage, that would be nice. soobin, jeno, and rm?â
namjoon calmly walked on stage, pulling a hesitant jeno along with him while the txt boys practically threw soobin up. much to namjoonâs embarrassment, the bangtan boys together with chan and yoonsung started chanting each of the leadersâ names. he gave them an exasperated look which led to laughter
ânow that everyoneâs quieted down, soobin, what do you think about miya and hannahâs stage?â
soobin gave a nervous chuckle when jin held the mic up to him âi donât know if iâm suited to give critique to my sunbaes.â
âsoobin, weâre literally friendsâ hannahâs voice came from where she spoke into her mic backstage
soobinâs eyes widened while jeno and namjoon tried to hold back their laughs. jin shook his head
âyou heard herâ âwell, miya wrote and produced the song for us, so her understanding of the song is no joke. hannah, on the other hand, she seemed to get the feel immediately. the five of us loved itâ
jin smiled and patted soobinâs head before turning âjeno-ssi! iâve seen you at the company once, but i havenât seen your face around our dorm. miya hasnât brought you by yet?â
jeno jumped a little startled before laughing and scratching the back of his head âweâre friends, but she just happens to be closer with the others. seri actually was the one who invited me to the companyâ
âcome and visit us some time when hannah comes over. youâre like a cute puppy. anyway, anything to say about miya and seriâs cover?â
jenoâs ears were turning slightly red at jinâs off-handed compliment accompanied by the neos being loud. his cheeks heated up even more when namjoon patted his shoulder
âuh, jaemin, hannah, and i worked on this song together, so itâs a great honor to have miya and seri cover it. they both have really good vocals, and yoonmi is great on the guitar, of courseâ
jin chuckled and thanked jeno before turning to namjoon âyou. your turnâ
there was a round of laughter from everyone at the way jin addressed namjoon who just sighed
âi donât know why yoonmi asked for my opinion when i have nothing to do with lostâs production and creationâ
âoppa, you monitored our practices the mostâ yoonmiâs voice rang through the room which shocked namjoon a little bit
âright, anyway, the girls did great. seri reminded me a bit of taehyung, and hannah was eerily similar to jungkook. good job girls, you made the song seem like your own as wellâ
âthank you,â jin took over the mic once again âyou three can head downstage now. up next, weâll have the three girls showing off their personal charms with solo performances. seriâs going up first. she chose to do one of miyaâs title songs to show off a more elegant side of herself. hannah is going to be exuding her charisma through her only solo sm station song (i suggest having her do more), and yoonmiâs going to be spreading the fun with her best dance performance winning comeback song. without further ado, here is seriâ
the lights faded for jin to walk off stage. when the lights went on, seri was on stage, a smile on her face before she whistled

she performed âthe bootsâ
the camera caught seungmin who was staring before he saw his image and shook his head with an embarrassed laugh
then it showed beomgyu and yeonjun who looked like they were yelling along to the songs
hannah was next. she performed âsnappingâ

the camera showed chenle and johnny who both stood up to dance along, mouthing every word
it also showed the neos doing a mini wave just because they could
yoonmi was next with âplayâ

jimin danced with her rather than her usual dancer (who was sadly sick)
the camera showed little yoonseol cheering her yoonmi unnie on
it also showed jungkook v and jhope cheering a little too wildly for yoonmi and jiminâs pair dance
after yoonmiâs performance ended, another vcr started playing
it was a mini montage of the girls practicing their performances in both the bighit practice room and sm practice room
there were also cuts of yoonmi leading the girls during the recording process
then the lights went off
bicycle started playing
there were cheers as the girls emerged from the dancers



it started off with seri and you can just hear the txt boys chanting her name loudly
hannah took over the pre chorus which was starting to hype up the audience a lot more
then she went âget on my bike letâs goâ and started the chorus. you can see some of the people in the audience doing the choreo that theyâve been doing on tiktok for the past week
then the second verse started with yoonmi rapping and seri walking off stage for a bit
the camera turns to the audience during yoonmiâs part, and you can see jungkook jokingly covering markâs eyes and jungwoo covering yangyangâs eyes, both with haechanâs help
seri came in for the second chorus
the dance break started, and the cheering was pretty loud even through the screen
yoonmi took the last chorus
then the song ended and there was cheering
jin walked on stage with a proud smile on his face
âit sounded like the military in here, i could barely hear our four lovely girl guestsâ
âi donât know, ryujin can be pretty loudâ âyah!â seri laughed at ryujinâs indignant yell at her statement
yoonmi sees mark struggling against jungkookâs and chanâs hands and points it out to hannah and seri who laugh
seri then notices johnny being jokingly held down by taeyong, jaemin, and kun while doyoung covered yangyangâs eyes with jungwooâs help
meanwhile haechan was between them and trying to cover both their eyes
seri pointed the neos out as well, and the other two just burst into more laughter
yoonmi falls off the chair that the staff brought which makes seri and hannah laugh harder
the cameras caught everything
jin helped her up âaigoo, looks like our girls still have a lot of energy despite the crazy performance they just didâ
âso this is what it feels like to perform in the militaryâ yoonmi laughed
âyou three put up quite a performance. now, itâs time to end. itâs time for your parting words, kidsâ
yoonmi went first, holding her mic up
âthis was a really nice time. iâm glad we were able to show everyone what weâve been working on the past few months. weâre also really glad to have been able to broadcast this so it could be watched around the world. i hope you guys enjoyed our half-concert half-showcase today. next time, i hope we can meet in real life like in personâ
hannah went next
âwe practically self produced the whole thing from music to choreography, so iâm glad it looks like you enjoyed it. thank you to our friends and family who are here today for coming to support us as well! these are the people we had in mind to give us energy when we were tired, so weâre glad to be able to show you what we came up withâ
finally it was seri
âwe worked very hard on every aspect of this collaboration album. itâs not going to be released on charts because we want this to be something you guys can enjoy without worrying about rankings. we hope that you can feel empowered and build up your confidence from listening to our album. weâll work hard and, if we do this again, weâll try our best to show you guys something amazing once againâ
jin smiled at them âcongratulations, girls. your album has been doing well, and it will continue to do amazingly. thatâs it for troublemaker. time for an ending greetingâ
âuntil now, itâs been the royals. 2,3â
âthank youâ the girls bowed in sync and waved off until the camera faded
that was the end of their showcase
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The much requested Rockband AU Chapter Two! (Coming soon to an AO3 near you)
The bleached hair doesnât match his skin tone. His shirt is too big for his shoulders, and it slips to one side or the other so that he keeps having to tug the neckline up to his throat, but Andrewâs already seen the white raking down his shoulder, the scars worked into his skin like sequins and thread.
Neil reminds Andrew of the foster kids he used to live with, the hand-me-downs pulled over stunted identities, oversized cuffs dragging their feet down when they tried to run, bruises on wrists under oversized sleeves.
He canât help the way his eyes keep skirting back to Neil, like heâs the only frequency in all the static of the crowd thatâs coming through clearly.
He thought maybe if he was sober that the bubble trapped in his throat would burst, but itâs so much bigger now that heâs choking on it.
Neil is tossed back and forth with the rest of the crowd, but he stands out; thereâs something in his eyes that makes them visible from the back of the stage. He glows like neon, white hair and white scars, glinting piercings in his nose and ears, stud flashing in his tongue.
Andrew throws himself at his drum-kit like itâs a punching bag, and the tempest of the crowd roars back at him. Kevin tries to skid sideways into a solo, but Andrew keeps playing, falling into a brand new tempo, a gallop that Kevin canât keep up with. The sounds grate, sparks fly, and Andrew would be feeling it, if he were high, the discord would make him laugh and laugh.
It all sounds intentional, and Kevinâs sweating when he plays chunky chords and stinging vibrato, ad libbing his way back to the chorus. Andrew lets him do what he wants. It doesnât feel worth it to sabotage their set. He can feel distraction setting in like winter.
When heâs at his lowest, sober and dried up, he feels sick, all stuffed up with no sense of taste. He can tell from the textures and the sense memory what the flavours are supposed to be, but he canât feel anything.
The song ends in lyrics that Kevin yells more than sings, and Andrew smashes the cymbal a few times until it matches his heartbeat. The crowd erupts in applause, hollering so loudly that he canât hear himself anymore.Â
He looks back at Neil, like scratching an itch, and finds him grinning at the ceiling, caught up in the adrenaline and a high that Andrew canât parse, booze or pills or euphoria.
Their eyes brush. Neil slicks his sweaty hair back with both hands and pops his tongue between his teeth, silver winking. Andrew just barely raises an eyebrow. He throws his drumsticks on the ground and they clatter between mic stands and cables as he leans forward to swipe the flask from Nicky's back pocket. He jolts, his guitar swinging away from his body when he rounds on him.
âThought you were staying sober tonight?â he hisses.
âChanged my mind,â Andrew says, unscrewing the flask. Their fans are laughing, heckling affectionately, shouting their support when Andrew knocks back most of the whiskey.
His stomach is empty and so are his chest and his head, so when the first shot hits his stomach, his whole body burns. He holds the back of his hand to his mouth while he waits for a buzz to take. Nicky hands him his sticks back and wrestles the flask away.
âSomeone thought now was a good time to pre-game,â Nicky says into the microphone. âThe good news is,â he laughs, âthereâs a bar on your left, and weâre all in this together.â He raises the flask and the crowd laughs and clinks glasses.
Andrew hits the snare angrily, and it makes a sound like a startled snake.
âListen up,â Kevin says, more strict teacher than bassist in a rock band. The houselights are wound down to nothing, and his face is hollowed out by the crossbeams of blue spotlights. âWeâre gonna play a song called ten times faster.â
âA song for all you lovers out there,â Nicky jokes.
âNot quite,â Aaron says, lazily retuning his guitar.
âMore like, a song for when youâre tripping balls and you hit the fucking ceiling.â
âItâs about escaping,â Andrew corrects. He says it low, away from the microphone, but he could swear that Neilâs head snaps towards him; his gaze climbs up the stage and takes Andrew by the shoulders.
He says, âI know what you're after
weâll do it in the dark, call it natural disasterâ
youâre out for blood, Iâll draw it ten times faster
if my teeth are bared you canât call it laughter
top floor, Iâm too high for you to catch, uh
Iâm running out so this is never gonna last, your
not catching up, âcause now Iâm ten times faster
The whiskey is blood-hot on his tongue, but the lyrics burn hotter. He canât touch them without recoiling. They were rotting inside of him before he wrote them down. The crowd tries to ingest ideas that they donât understand, and their bodies spasm like theyâre rejecting a transfusion.
Letting Aaron bow his head over his guitar and streak through the chords he wrote to accompany one of his breakdowns is one of the ugliest things Andrew has ever allowed to happen.
He thinks about putting the words in Neilâs mouth and it makes his fists clench around his sticks.
He kicks into overdrive until his wrists strain and sweat gets in his eyes, and then he hammers his way through the line up of drums, looking for a crash big enough to punch his eardrums out, to shriek with feedback and blow out the sound system.
The song screams to a close, fans clap and call for more, Kevin drinks vodka from a plastic tumbler, Nicky keeps curtseying to get the audience to laugh. Neil peers up at them with his shirt falling down all over again, grey fabric patched with humidity and spilled liquor.
Andrew thinks, bleak, flushed down to his wrists, I brought this on myself.
_______
Neil finds them when theyâre hefting their equipment out from a backstage platform to the parking lot. Itâs an assembly line of passing and loading that Andrew stays apart from, sitting sideways in the front seat of the van with his feet kicked up on the door, smoking from the clear, petite bong that Nicky usually keeps in his cupholder.
He meets Neil's eye for a second, then viciously ignores him, slipping the bowl out by its stem to clear the smoke. Itâs too much for one hit, and it spills out of his mouth, fogs his vision, sits down on his chest so he canât really focus on anything but the high.
Neilâs saying something to Nicky, hopping down out of the loading docks to help them.
âYou were good,â Neil says, closer now, âwithout the drugs.â He has this pointed look on his face, those viciously blue eyes are street signs that Andrew canât read.
He puts the bong down behind him, focusing hard, and when he looks up, whatever usually holds his tongue isnât there anymore. âAh, but I donât want to be good, Neil,â he says, thin laughter like syrup drizzled over everything. âI want to see how badly I have to play to be kicked out of the band. Itâs a game I play.â
âI donât believe you,â Neil says, angry, defensive on Andrewâs behalf. âIf you really wanted to, youâd pull one of those knives.â He nods at Andrewâs unassuming black armbands, heavy with concealed blades. âTrash the place.â
âOh,â Andrew says. He doesn't want to laugh again, but the weed makes him overly conscious of the way his mouth works, and of Neil's mouth, and of what they are and arenât to each other. âHe thinks because heâs been watching for a minute that he knows who I am.â
âNo.â Neilâs brow twists. âIâm trying to figure out why someone with your talent isnât living up to your potential. You could play stadiums with that talent, I mean, yourâthe stage presence aloneâAndrew?â
He hops out of the car and slams the door to overcompensate for the way he stumbles. The high softens his joints and the ground bucks up and tries to pull him close. âHmm. Rather not.â
âThatâs crazy,â Neil says, following him. His shoes are scuffed and his shirt is coming untucked and that tongue piercing, that red split of his mouthâ
âDonât really like that word,â Andrew says, feverish and unstable, his whole body a balancing act gone wrong. Neilâs starting to look like a smoky mirage, a fantasy who doesnât know how to be one.
âI donât care what you like,â Neil says, impatient, and Andrew tips his grin up to the dusky sky, on the edge of panic, feeling the drugs make everything huge, feeling himself get smaller.
âThatâs what they all say.â He stops short, on the edge of the parking lot, cold air buffeting against the heat of the drugs, both trying to find purchase in his addled brain. Neil comes around to face him, and when Andrew steps forward, he steps back, maintaining the pocket of space between them. Something in Andrewâs chest gets crushed flat like a soda can. âFor someone with no identity, you seem overly interested in mine.â
Neilâs face contorts. Heâs so easy to read when heâs caught off guard. That, or the drugs make Andrew think he can see things that aren't there. âIâve told you who I am.â
âNo, no, no,â Andrew replies. âYouâve given me a first name, and a debt, and a conflicted childhood, but you donât sound like youâve meant a single word of it.â
âI canât convince you of the truth if you don't want to believe it,â Neil retorts. His piercings are like scattered silverware. His lies curl so prettily in his mouth that Andrew thinks, I could suck you until thereâs nothing left but honesty.
âIâm tired of this conversation,â Andrew says definitively. âYou underestimate how many times Iâve been lied to.â
âJosten,â Neil says. Andrew cocks his head, sluggish. âNeil Abram Josten. Iâm a singer. I donât like you, or understand you. Thatâs all you need to know.â
âItâs mutual,â Andrew says, meaning it. He hates the way Neil looks and acts and the way the two never match up for long enough to create a clear picture. âYour obsession with performing is already grating.â
âYour indifference is infuriating,â Neil replies. âWeâre even.â
âWeâre not,â Andrew says. Itâs dangerous, how much heâs starting to feel. All the colour heâs putting in his voice is sticky and saturated on the roof of his mouth. âYou were floundering and I stopped you from drowning, remember?â
âDo you want me to say thank you?â Neil snarls, that fascinating, hair-trigger temper. He fists his hand in his own shirt and Andrew tracks the movement, off-centre, hazy, when Neil yanks the collar down to expose the vicious blue brushing from where Andrew hit him with the guitar. The scars slither into the window of exposed skin, and Neil seems to realize all at once what heâs doing. The shirt bounces back, wrinkled.
âIf you think I needed to be saved from the back of a bar with my pockets full of cash, then you donât really know what drowning looks like.â
Andrew grabs him by the scruff of his shirt, that grey slipping neckline that heâs been eyeing all night. He trips them both back a couple of steps, losing his balance, but Neil must think heâs being intimidated, because he grabs Andrewâs wrist hard.Â
The tattooed word yes stares back at him from beneath the dramatic slope of Neilâs jaw. âAu contraire,â he says, and heâs smiling, but he canât pry the seriousness from his tone, or his hands from Neilâs chest. âEverything I do is from underwater.â
âThen what exactly is it that you think you can do for me except slow me down?â Neil asks, forcing himself away from Andrewâs grip and stumbling into the patch of sidewalk right before the curb becomes open road.
âI gave you a spot in our line up, but that wonât keep you alive,â Andrew says. âIâve heard there are people out for your blood. Or was that another lie?â
Neil ignores his last question, shoulders rising. âAre you threatening me?â
âSo touchy,â Andrew teases. âIâm doing the opposite, actually. If youâre with us youâre with us. No one can touch you.â
Neilâs eyes flicker over him, brows pulling further and further together. âYouâre offeringâwhat? Protection? Before you even know what Iâm dealing with?â
âYour monsters donât scare me.â
âYours do,â Neil huffs, looking out at the blinking, spinning, beeping cityscape. âBut okay. Deal.â He can tell from Neilâs face that heâs not really taking him seriously.
âHey! Stop running off!â Nicky calls, out of breath, jogging towards them from halfway across the parking lot.Â
Andrew wasnât even aware of covering that much ground. His fists go loose at his sides. He canât tell if itâs the pot or Neilâs devastating presence thatâs scrambling everything into pieces.
âBut thatâs his M.O.,â Andrew calls back, and Neil snaps him a burning look, the crack of a match, the miracle of a flame.
âWell cut it out,â Nicky says good-naturedly, rolling to a stop in front of them. âI wanted to hear what you thought of the show while the adrenalineâs still fresh.â He leans down to Neilâs level, hands on his knees like heâs talking to a child, and Andrew shoves him back without thinking.
âYou guys are better than me,â Neil says frankly. âI donât know how Iâm going to fit into your sound.â
âOh fuck off,â Nicky says, at a measured distance now. âYouâre a natural, like Andrew. And youâre obsessed, like Kevin, so thereâs no way youâre not going to fit in. Now please can we get in the van, I packed a new bowl and Iâm jonesing.â
âWhere are we going now?â Neil asks carefully. Andrew can see the way heâs chafing in the Annapolis air, like heâs having an allergic reaction.
âHome,â Nicky says. âSouth Carolina.â
Neil nods jerkily. Andrew squints through the fog of his high, and he can see for the first time that Neilâs pretty drunk, heâs just been holding it in the pocket of his cheek and talking through it.
âHow long is that drive?â
âNot long if youâre wasted,â Nicky says, and the energy of his excitement tips against Neil like a flame and sets him going. Andrew watches Neil smile through bitten lips and accept the refilled flask. âIf we get you drunk enough can we hear those golden pipes of yours again? No one ever does karaoke with me.â
Heâs steering them back through the parking lot, encouraging Neil to drain the swampy mixed liquor heâs put together from the drinks fans bought him. He always has this way of getting you where he wants you without you knowing it was his idea.
Neil sways forward like heâs grooving to music, his cheeks pink from the cold and alcohol. âIâve never done karaoke before,â he says.
âYouâre killing me,â Nicky complains. âWhat sort of sheltered fucking town did you crawl out of?â
Neil hesitates, and Andrewâs filterless mouth curls. âBaltimore,â he guesses. âOne of his big bad secrets.â
âOh shit!â Nicky exclaims, shoving Neil a little by the shoulder. âLess than an hour from home. You know, I can talk to Kev and we can totally drop inââ
âNo,â Neil says, quick and harsh as a pulled tooth. âThatâs not my home.â
âYou donât have one of those, right?â Andrew says. Neilâs eyes flicker towards him.
âRight,â he agrees, all the fight sapped out of his voice. Andrew looks out at the sleek shape of his van, the fogged up windows, Aaron and Kevin haloed by the yellow interior lights. He doesnât know why, but his chest is a kicked in drum.
âWeâll make you one,â Nicky says gently. âDid you know that SC is famous for its peach pie? Doesnât get homier than that.â
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Nicky nurses his bong from the back seat of the van as soon as they get back on the road. The water bubbles, and he deftly lights close to the side of the bowl to keep the burn steady.Â
Andrew slouches in the middle seat, watching the low light exaggerate Nickyâs hollow cheeks and tease moving pictures out of Neilâs mouth when he sucks on his tongue piercing.
âItâs still cherry,â Nicky says hoarsely, and passes to Neil, who crooks the base against his knee and leans down to smoke.
His ashy hair brushes his downcast eyes, and Andrew shakes his head so that he doesnât keep watching him.
âYou shouldnât be smoking,â Kevin calls from the passenger seat. When Andrew looks up, heâs twisted around in his seat to look at Neil, pupils too wide open to be natural.
âForgive me if I donât take advice from the man who choked me out today,â Neil says, smoke spilling out around his words. Andrew inhales.
âItâs not advice,â Kevin snaps. âItâs an order.â
Neil laughs, mean. âNice try. Iâll follow your âordersâ when you prove youâre a worthy leader. Hasnât happened yet.â He bows his head to take another hit.
âAndrew,â Kevin says imploringly.
âUh uh,â Andrew scolds. âHe said no.â
âNo one takes this band seriously at all, do they?â Kevin says. He looks so perpetually disappointed. His talent is withering, and Andrew will only ever do enough to keep it alive, not to see it bloom.
âDing ding ding,â Andrew says.
âHey, I care, Kev,â Nicky says. âAusreiĂer is like the second best thing in my life.â
âWhatââ Neil starts.
âDonât ask,â Aaron says, not looking away from the road.
âMy fiancĂ© Erik. 6â2â German supermodel. Swimmerâs body, blue eyes. You know my type.â Nicky winks at Neil, and Andrewâs lip curls.
âI didnât know,â Neil says. His expression whispers that heâs even more uncomfortable with Nickyâs flirtation.
Nicky waves him off. âFans donât know much about us. Some donât even know Iâm related to the twins. Makes it easier to be kind of shitty if they donât even really know our last names.â
âI suppose thatâs not an option for you anymore, Josten,â Andrew says, loopy, the orange glow of the pot keeping him half distracted. Neil looks at him with those paint-spill eyes, and Andrew feels stupid for the way his feelings are talking over his thoughts.
âGood thing I have nothing to hide,â he replies.
âOh, I hope thatâs not true,â Nicky says.
âItâs not,â Andrew says. Headlights outside flash and fade over the three of them huddled in the back seats, crashing waves of bright white.Â
Andrew wants to take Neil by the scars, like reins, and pull him up short. He wants the whirring behind Neilâs eyes to stop so he can take the tape out and unspool it.
âCan we talk music now?â Kevin says impatiently. âI want to figure out some backing vocals now that we have a lead.â
âYes,â Neil says immediately. âWhatâs the plan?â
Andrew tunes them out. The air is still heavy with smoke. Heâs not wearing a seatbelt, so the van is tossing him a little, his seat bucking, engine buzzing in his feet.Â
He watches Neil drape himself over the back of the empty middle seat to look at Kevin, both of them talking about harmonies, using sound affects and hand gestures for time signatures, cocked towards each other like two loaded weapons caught in a stand off.
Andrew wonders what makes someone so obsessed and so detached at once.
He wonders if the flip and burn of his attraction to Neil made him do something stupid like tie himself to a runaway train.
The van cracks down the highway, and South Carolina charges towards them. He wonders if either of them will flinch before impact, or if heâll hit home head-on like he always does.
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They skid into Columbia before the sunâs all the way up, but itâs already steaming hot. Andrew squints at the familiar shape of the studio from the parking lot. Itâs an obnoxious sunset orange building with graffiti around the side that says âno more monstersâ. Underneath, someoneâs spray-painted a rabid looking wolf in a circle with a bar through it.
Andrew waits to feel the roar and snap of anger, but his temple pulses with a headache, and heâs unmoved.
âWelcome to Palmetto Records, home of AusreiĂer,â Nicky says, beaming. âAnd Foxes, if youâve heard of them.â
âFoxes as in the girl group on the radio?â Neil asks incredulously. He looks a little grey and burnt out, hair raked back and shoes kicked off. He didnât sleep all night, like he was proving a point about privacy, or he was insistent on keeping Andrew aware and preoccupied until sunrise.
âTheir guitarist is Matt Boyd,â Kevin corrects.
âNice dude,â Nicky says.
âBut you sound nothing like them,â Neil says. âHow can you even be part of the same label?â
âThatâs not really how labels work,â Aaron says. Heâs looking out through the windshield like he doesnât want to go inside.
âWeâre multi-genre,â Kevin says airily. âBut we donât really interact with them anyway.â
âHe doesnât,â Nicky says, rolling his eyes. âI like them. Danâs kinda icy, but sheâs a catch, Mattâs lucky. Allisonâs a bitch. Reneeâs definitely the best. Do what you will with that.â He rests his hand on the door handle and taps his fingers, jittery.
âAre they here a lot?â Neil asks. âWill I meet them?â
âYouâre stalling,â Andrew interrupts.
Neil doesnât even look at him, just sighs and reaches down for his bag.
Itâs clear that he thinks this is the end of the road. The nebulous space in their lives between streetlights and chains of shared cigarettes could evaporate as soon as he crosses an official threshold.
Andrew can see the crease between his dark brows, his squared shoulders, the fingers pinching his belongings as if heâs getting ready to run with them.
Neil moves to open the door, and without thinking, Andrew says, âWymack does not turn away talent.â
âHe might turn it away if itâs attached to an idiot,â Aaron mutters.
Neil ignores him, and his mouth twitches in Andrewâs direction. âTalent? I thought you were difficult to âwowâ?â
Andrew looks away. His head hurts.
âCome on, freaks,â Nicky says, pushing at Neilâs shoulder until he pulls the door open, dropping his shoes out on the pavement and stepping into them.
âPaperwork first, studio second,â Kevin says. âDonât touch the equipment until youâve read the contract.â
âThis is all moot if your manager doesnât want me,â Neil says, shouldering his bag and squinting against the pale morning sun.
âWhatever,â Nicky says. âWe want you. Bad.â
âDonât speak for me,â Aaron says.
âDebatable,â Kevin says.
Andrew says nothing.
They trudge towards the backdoor, and Andrew pushes past them to punch in the code. They push into the air-conditioned hallway, dark grey walls against pale flooring.Â
He watches Neil react to the curve of the hall opening up into an orange and cream waiting room with leather couches, hallways forking in every direction, recording studios peering out from behind glass.
Neilâs eyes are wide, his shirt is still stained, tucked into jeans that are ripped up too high to be intentional, and his hair is fried, red bleeding into yellow. He looks the same way everyone looks when Wymack baits them into Palmetto, damaged and bribed, desperate for an out.
He also looks like he doesnât trust the decor, like he felt safer in the claws of a crowd of strangers or the teeth of a hangover than he does in this quiet, tidy atrium, with four people between him and the exit.
âWhat did you drag in this time?â
Wymack stands sideways in the doorway with a hand on the wall, like he was passing by when he spotted them.
âWe found a singer,â Nicky announces, grinning.
Wymack grimaces. âNo.â
Nickyâs face falls. âCome on, boss.â
âWeâre not making any more changes to the line up, Hemmick, no matter how much you want to bang them.â
âBut Kevin worked out great! Kind of.â
A shadow passes over his face. âKevinâs different.â
âThis is Wymack,â Andrew tells Neil. âYou are nothing to him until youâve proven yourself to be useful.â
âYouâre not nothing,â Wymack says sharply, addressing Neil directly. âI just donât trust these fuckers as far as I can throw them.â
Neilâs eyes narrow. âNeither do I.â Wymack quirks a smile, doubtless picturing Neil trying to punt someone twice his size any distance at all.
âYou should sign him,â Andrew says. Wymack steps further into the room, crossing his arms.
âYouâre vouching for him? I donât know if that should be a warning bell or a glowing review.â
Aaron snorts.
âHe can sing,â Kevin chimes in. âHe needs work, but Iâm willing to put in the time if you are.â
Wymack raises a brow. âYouâre all in on this? Thatâs new.â
âTheyâre desperate,â Neil says. âBut Iâm not. So if youâre going to interrogate me for much longer, Iâll go ahead and hitch a ride back to Virginia.â
âOh heâs one of you, alright,â Wymack says tiredly. âYou got a name?â
âNeil,â he says, swallowing. âJosten.â
âNeil Josten,â Wymack repeats. âYou know what AusreiĂer means?â
He shrugs, listing, âoutlier. Runaway. Wild shot.â
âRight. Does that sound like a group that I have any control over?â he asks. His eyes are narrowed but his mouth is turned up, unthreatening.
âI think you think you do. You have their names written on some papers in a drawer somewhere, and you think that means you own them.â Neilâs expression is wild. Heâs trying so hard to get out of a trap that heâs hurting himself.
âAll I own is the nameplate for that office,â Wymack gestures behind him at a door thatâs ajar halfway down the hall, âand the mini fridge in studio two. Sprung for it myself.â
âYouâre the boss,â Neil says flatly.
âThatâs what they call me,â Wymack agrees. âI open the door for people. They walk in or they donât. Their call. Do you want in?â
âDepends. Does the door lock behind me?â
Wymack rolls his eyes. âYouâre going to be a problem, arenât you?â
âHe already is,â Aaron says.
Wymack looks back and forth between them, vaguely amused. âAre you even legal, kid?â
Andrew watches Neil hesitate. âIâm twenty-one.â
âWell, come on in. Letâs get you someplace to sing.â
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Wymack leads them to the main recording studio, and as soon as theyâre inside, Aaron drops his heavy backpack, and Nicky collapses into the wheeled leather chair in front of the control board.
âAlright.â Wymack jerks his thumb towards the live room. âGet in there. Sing me something pretty.â
âCan I make a request?â Nicky asks sweetly.
âNo,â Neil says easily. He abandons his duffel and crosses the threshold towards the sealed off equipment, propped up microphones, and heaps of wires. âI know what I want to sing.â
He worries his tongue stud briefly, pulling the mic down to his level. He looks so washed out in the harsh overhead light, but itâs not bad on him. Heâs too athletic and cocksure to look sick.
âNow?â Neil asks. his fist is clenched at the base of the microphone, and his gravity is clipped to that point.
âUnless youâre waiting for some sort of divine intervention,â Wymack says, ânow would be good.â
Neil breathes in. Andrew doesnât.
He starts singing one of Andrewâs songs, but heâs pitched it higher, trussed it up in that crystal clear tone heâs got, and thrown in candied pieces of ornamentation.Â
Just like the first time, his shoulders relax, his neck arches, and the music wanders out of him like itâs looking for victims, like itâs stronger the more people it absorbs.
Andrewâs so gutted, so trapped, that he almost doesnât realize that itâs the song they were playing when he first spotted Neil, when he was playing a character, drunk and lost, skulking around for things to steal.
Theyâre both completely sober now, and Neil is incredible when heâs glass-clear. His voice expands and expands, and heâs so close to the microphone that his lips whisper across it.
Andrewâs words arenât ugly when Neil sings them. He makes his crumpled papers into airplanes. He sets the studio on fire. Andrew looks away, and itâs like pulling a hand off a stovetop and losing half his skin.
Wymack is easing back on the couch, smiling, and Nickyâs spinning laughing circles in his chair. Kevinâs gone perfectly still like he does when heâs reading Andrewâs lyrics for the first time. Aaronâs leaning all the way forward, head propped on his hand, focused.
When he turns back to watch Neilâs cracked face, heart pounding, he wonders how someone with such tough, impenetrable skin can sing like heâs being bled.
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