Jay and Irvine, March 27
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om_mainRiding a rock 'n' roll high, Jay and Irvine celebrate together.
Jay was a mess of sweat, still, even now that the floodlights had been switched off and he was behind the bank of speakers lovingly putting his new guitar away. This had been everything he dreamed of. No matter that the band was still greener than spring grass, and there had been some mistakes, and the 'crowd' wasn't going to break any attendance numbers records. They had done it, they had come together and made music and people had clapped and sung along and it was completely glorious. He was going to be high on the experience for a while now, he figured.
Irvine just barely restrained himself until Jay had put down the shiny new instrument he'd been playing that night. He wasn't quite stupid enough to endanger a guitar that gorgeous. But as soon as the Les Paul was out of Jay's hands, Irvine practically leapt over, slinging an arm around Jay's shoulders in a total failure to contain his elation. "How's it feel to be a rock star, baby?"
Jay swiveled and clapped Irvine in a fierce embrace. "You killed it! We killed it." Elation poured out of him, a bubbling little giggling fit. "Oh my god."
This was the happiest Irvine had seen Jay in their short friendship, but it was like magic. He squeezed Jay in return in a breath-stealing hug. "Right? Right?? I mean... that was just... oh man!"
They were sweating all over each other, but Jay didn't much care. "I think you hit that high note you were worried about."
Irvine couldn't control his laughter, thrilled as he was. "Did I? I couldn't even hear myself half the time, my heart was hammerin' so loud. But I heard you nail that solo, man, like, every note perfect!"
"It was like I was in nirvana. Man, it's been so long since I've played in front of people." He clapped Irvine on the shoulder. "You look happy. Really really happy."
"I knew it was gonna be great, but I didn't know it was gonna feel like that," Irvine enthused, trying to gesture out his feelings and finding he couldn't convey the enormity of them. "Like, even better than when a song comes together, cause it's not just the five of us, it's everybody, and, it's like..." He was rapidly running out of words, but a broad sweep of his arms attempted to express the experience. "Wham."
"There's nothing like it, right?" Jay was taking joy in Irvine's happiness. "Looks like you were made for this, though. Look at you. You're, like, high."
It was true. Even when he'd been in competitive shooting it hadn't felt like this. Irvine grinned, almost sheepishly, fanning his face and neck with one hand. "Reckon I like bein' part of something more than I like goin' solo. The cheering and screaming sure don't hurt."
"Aww, adorbs. You love the adoration of the crowd, huh?" He peeked out at the concert-goers, who were grouped together in clumps, chatting. "Imagine when it's thousands. And groupies."
"Who we are gonna respect as individuals and ask about their dreams," Irvine added, half-laughing but not joking at all. That was his approach to pretty much anyone, after all. "Shit, man. I was pretty nervous before we went on, but now I just want to know when we're gonna do it again."
"I have some plans, actually. I mean, no new shows booked or anything. But, listen. I've been writing a little." Angsty songs about unrequited love, Irvine might guess. "Since things are going so well, I figure maybe we record a demo. And then include it in the next issue of SHIFT. I'm sure Pietro'd go for it. And, I know not everyone wants to be out but it's fine, since I am and everything. That's enough to justify being in a mutant magazine."
Irvine's eyes widened at the idea. "Yer kiddin'. Yer not kiddin'? Actually record original music? Shit, yeah, man!" Never mind they'd only been together a couple of months, never mind two of their members had only even been playing that long. "SHIFT's got a podcast too, right? The kid with the eyes, he'd put us on that, for sure."
"I figure...if we're going somewhere, let's go somewhere. Coffee shop open mic nights aren't good enough for us." Jay wiped an unseemly amount of sweat off of his forehead. "Of course, this depends largely on y'all not hating my writing."
Though he laughed, Irvine couldn't agree more about going somewhere in a big way. "We'll make it work," he said with confidence. "McCartney to your Lennon, I been tellin' ya."
Jay laughed. "That's right, you get to be the sane one." John went a little over the edge toward the end of his life.
Irvine held up a hand, though his smile remained fond. He really didn't like encouraging Jay thinking of himself as crazy, but this was no kind of time for another one of those talks. "I ain't makin' no claims. But I sure as hell ain't goin' vegetarian like Sir Paul. Reckon we earned a couple giant cheeseburgers?"
"With bacon." Jay practically groaned at the thought. "Yes. I don't know if I've ever been this hungry before. I'm going to eat until I'm too big to be a front man anymore," he laughed. "But, y'know. First there are some people I wanna see."
Irvine was laughing, too. "And I gotta go make sure Piotr ain't hiding out in the locker room. Hey, maybe I'll try 'n get him talkin' to Orange Lu. Or maybe they'll just stare at each other's shoes for an hour. Adorable, either way."
"Oh my god, that sounds like the cutest thing. Is that really a thing? I hadn't noticed." Jay was more than a little embarrassed. He supposed he was just too good at getting wrapped up in his own shit. "Either way, Piotr definitely deserves some limelight. Just...maybe some low-key limelight."
Okay, maybe Irvine was exaggerating Orange Lu's shyness and Piotr's wallflower tendencies just a little bit. He gave Jay a sloppy salute. "I'll make sure he feels like a super star, even if it's just back stage. Meet ya later for them cheeseburgers?"
"Please please please don't forget. Because first of all I'm starving." Jay threw a playful punch at Irvine's shoulder. "Second of all, I need to spend the entire next week reliving every second of that concert with you."
Irvine tapped his temple with a playful smile. "Ain't I told you? I never forget. Go soak up your adoring public, and meet me at my truck in a hour. Drive-thru's open late!"
Jay was a mess of sweat, still, even now that the floodlights had been switched off and he was behind the bank of speakers lovingly putting his new guitar away. This had been everything he dreamed of. No matter that the band was still greener than spring grass, and there had been some mistakes, and the 'crowd' wasn't going to break any attendance numbers records. They had done it, they had come together and made music and people had clapped and sung along and it was completely glorious. He was going to be high on the experience for a while now, he figured.
Irvine just barely restrained himself until Jay had put down the shiny new instrument he'd been playing that night. He wasn't quite stupid enough to endanger a guitar that gorgeous. But as soon as the Les Paul was out of Jay's hands, Irvine practically leapt over, slinging an arm around Jay's shoulders in a total failure to contain his elation. "How's it feel to be a rock star, baby?"
Jay swiveled and clapped Irvine in a fierce embrace. "You killed it! We killed it." Elation poured out of him, a bubbling little giggling fit. "Oh my god."
This was the happiest Irvine had seen Jay in their short friendship, but it was like magic. He squeezed Jay in return in a breath-stealing hug. "Right? Right?? I mean... that was just... oh man!"
They were sweating all over each other, but Jay didn't much care. "I think you hit that high note you were worried about."
Irvine couldn't control his laughter, thrilled as he was. "Did I? I couldn't even hear myself half the time, my heart was hammerin' so loud. But I heard you nail that solo, man, like, every note perfect!"
"It was like I was in nirvana. Man, it's been so long since I've played in front of people." He clapped Irvine on the shoulder. "You look happy. Really really happy."
"I knew it was gonna be great, but I didn't know it was gonna feel like that," Irvine enthused, trying to gesture out his feelings and finding he couldn't convey the enormity of them. "Like, even better than when a song comes together, cause it's not just the five of us, it's everybody, and, it's like..." He was rapidly running out of words, but a broad sweep of his arms attempted to express the experience. "Wham."
"There's nothing like it, right?" Jay was taking joy in Irvine's happiness. "Looks like you were made for this, though. Look at you. You're, like, high."
It was true. Even when he'd been in competitive shooting it hadn't felt like this. Irvine grinned, almost sheepishly, fanning his face and neck with one hand. "Reckon I like bein' part of something more than I like goin' solo. The cheering and screaming sure don't hurt."
"Aww, adorbs. You love the adoration of the crowd, huh?" He peeked out at the concert-goers, who were grouped together in clumps, chatting. "Imagine when it's thousands. And groupies."
"Who we are gonna respect as individuals and ask about their dreams," Irvine added, half-laughing but not joking at all. That was his approach to pretty much anyone, after all. "Shit, man. I was pretty nervous before we went on, but now I just want to know when we're gonna do it again."
"I have some plans, actually. I mean, no new shows booked or anything. But, listen. I've been writing a little." Angsty songs about unrequited love, Irvine might guess. "Since things are going so well, I figure maybe we record a demo. And then include it in the next issue of SHIFT. I'm sure Pietro'd go for it. And, I know not everyone wants to be out but it's fine, since I am and everything. That's enough to justify being in a mutant magazine."
Irvine's eyes widened at the idea. "Yer kiddin'. Yer not kiddin'? Actually record original music? Shit, yeah, man!" Never mind they'd only been together a couple of months, never mind two of their members had only even been playing that long. "SHIFT's got a podcast too, right? The kid with the eyes, he'd put us on that, for sure."
"I figure...if we're going somewhere, let's go somewhere. Coffee shop open mic nights aren't good enough for us." Jay wiped an unseemly amount of sweat off of his forehead. "Of course, this depends largely on y'all not hating my writing."
Though he laughed, Irvine couldn't agree more about going somewhere in a big way. "We'll make it work," he said with confidence. "McCartney to your Lennon, I been tellin' ya."
Jay laughed. "That's right, you get to be the sane one." John went a little over the edge toward the end of his life.
Irvine held up a hand, though his smile remained fond. He really didn't like encouraging Jay thinking of himself as crazy, but this was no kind of time for another one of those talks. "I ain't makin' no claims. But I sure as hell ain't goin' vegetarian like Sir Paul. Reckon we earned a couple giant cheeseburgers?"
"With bacon." Jay practically groaned at the thought. "Yes. I don't know if I've ever been this hungry before. I'm going to eat until I'm too big to be a front man anymore," he laughed. "But, y'know. First there are some people I wanna see."
Irvine was laughing, too. "And I gotta go make sure Piotr ain't hiding out in the locker room. Hey, maybe I'll try 'n get him talkin' to Orange Lu. Or maybe they'll just stare at each other's shoes for an hour. Adorable, either way."
"Oh my god, that sounds like the cutest thing. Is that really a thing? I hadn't noticed." Jay was more than a little embarrassed. He supposed he was just too good at getting wrapped up in his own shit. "Either way, Piotr definitely deserves some limelight. Just...maybe some low-key limelight."
Okay, maybe Irvine was exaggerating Orange Lu's shyness and Piotr's wallflower tendencies just a little bit. He gave Jay a sloppy salute. "I'll make sure he feels like a super star, even if it's just back stage. Meet ya later for them cheeseburgers?"
"Please please please don't forget. Because first of all I'm starving." Jay threw a playful punch at Irvine's shoulder. "Second of all, I need to spend the entire next week reliving every second of that concert with you."
Irvine tapped his temple with a playful smile. "Ain't I told you? I never forget. Go soak up your adoring public, and meet me at my truck in a hour. Drive-thru's open late!"
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Date: 2015-04-18 01:12 am (UTC)Anyway, sorry Irvine, I think it happens before the concert. Unless Alex wants to change it, which I admit would be funny!