Notes: Going through my WIP folder and found this. Just a drabble.
Disclaimer: Not real. Just my fevered imaginings based on the boys’ stage personae.
Every night, from the moment they run on stage to the last plangent notes of the going-home anthem, Billie adores the energy, the beauty, the soul of the crowd. When he puts on the crown and cloak and watches Mike playing on his back - sometimes he’d swear the tail actually twitches - it all comes together in his mind and his heart.
He can have this. No, they can have this. No more pussying about, forgive the pun, no more pretending. Just him and Mike, and whatever the guy in the kitty ears feels like doing after the show.