bury me and fade to black
Rory loved to perform, loved to be on stage. Due to that, he often played outside of his tours. This particular event was quite large, though it was something he'd signed onto only a few months ago. Having his moniker plastered across it brought a great deal more interest, the show eventually selling it. It was a good feeling, not only knowing his fans loved him so but that he was bringing them to see the new up and comings. Rory had a penchant for lending a hand to those who were still struggling. The talents opening for him tonight were all bands he'd listened to, all bands he'd taken time out of his life to lend his ear and he'd thought each of them deserved the chance to shine. It was up to them to carry themselves obviously, but he thoroughly enjoyed being the one to give them a shot. Good karma and all that.
He'd spent the majority of the concert just off stage, watching the new talent perform rather than in his dressing room. What good was he there, hidden away? No, he liked to be out in the thick of things, though he wasn't about to put himself into the audience. Even if his face wouldn't have started a minor riot, he had no desire to be squeezed in among so many people. Rory very much liked his personal space and though he'd pressed himself into the audience before, hands reaching for him, grasping for any part of him, he'd done that to himself, mentally prepared for it. He wasn't so keen on that tonight, though he knew it would come later when he went to leave. That
he was prepared for at least and truthfully, it brought a smile to his face. Here he was loved, adored even. People ran to him rather than away and he hadn't seen terror in anyone's eyes in years. It was a beautiful thing.
When it finally came time for him to take the stage, the crowd was waiting for him. He'd finally let his gaze shift outwards and into the audience. He'd shifted to elsewhere on the stage, behind something or other so that he wouldn't be seen, so his face wouldn't set off the people waiting for him. That was for later, for now he simply wanted to take stock of those who were so eager to see him, to hear his music. A faint grin was spread across his face as he peered out across the crowd. He reminded himself that these people were here for him
. Everywhere he looked he saw his face, his lyrics, his very essence out there in the world. It brought him a solace he'd never had, even as a reigning sovereign. He'd never tire of this, he knew and even though their were pieces missing, he could survive on this. He was enough.
That's what he told himself, anyway. His eyes caught blonde hair, but he filed the observation away. Too many times in his life here he'd done a double take, turned to try and catch a glimpse of a child or young woman who he thought he'd recognized. Years ago he'd stopped that, though blonde hair would continue to draw his eye despite himself. Alice was long gone and even if she were here, even if she were around, he doubted she'd be glad to see him in an capacity if she even recognized him. Part of him so desperately wished he could find those who he'd known once, but then again a deeper part warned him that they wouldn't much care to know him these days. To say he'd been awful, cruel, terrible... those things were true, but so very limited. He'd been fucking insane
Rory finally took the stage to hundreds of screaming fans and it was bliss. His set list included some of his favorite songs, including two covers of songs by artists he was particularly fond of. It wouldn't be until about a quarter of the way through his third song that he'd finally lay eyes on a woman he'd never thought he'd see again.
Little Alice, though she wasn't quite so little any longer.
Experience would be what saved him from jacking up his lyrics, though his eyes had caught hers and he'd paused. Not long enough to merit any real notice, but it had felt like a fraction of a second had frozen in time. She'd been looking up at him, a puzzled look on her face. What she was thinking he hadn't any idea, that wasn't his gift. He couldn't read her thoughts, only push them, but he didn't want to do that either. No no, whatever was in the lovely head of hers he had to let run wild. He'd finished the song, begun a new one. He'd reached out into the crowd, grin on his face to hide the new anxiety welling up in him. He knew his music like he knew himself, but this allowed his own mind to descend into a certain amount of madness dredging up a great deal of what ifs. He pushed them aside of course, he had no choice. He'd returned to the part of the stage where she was, pressed right up to the barrier, her eyes searching him as he'd sung a few lines right to her, as he'd reached out towards her. He'd touched her hand but only for a moment, it was all he could spare lest those around her crush her, crush one another. Rory pulled back, dancing back onto the stage and finished out the set list. Another glance to the front, towards Alice, and the performance was coming to an end. As always, it was much too soon but then again he was almost eager to depart the stage. Alice put a strangeness in him he couldn't quite place and when he finally came off stage, he wasn't sure what to do with himself.
He'd called someone back stage after a performance before, done it with Sophia when he'd seen her crazy hair. To have Alice collected and brought back to his dressing room would be nothing for him, his ability to manipulate the thoughts and minds around him gave him the power to do as he pleased with little repercussion. Still, when he'd finally gotten to his dressing room, chewing on his lip the whole way, he'd shut himself in with only one instruction. Should anyone come calling for him, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, he'd take her. Anyone else, of course, would be politely declined, but blonde hair and blue eyes could come... if that was what she even wanted.
♔ LUCY A. LIDDELL ♔