forum "Musical Predictions" | OxO | Male/Male Romance | Closed!

Started January 31, 2020 by Deleted user

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He pursed his lips, opening up an empty document. right, alright. so what exactly do you DO while prepping? and how long do you want this to be? like...social media post size, or blog post size?

Social media, Instagram. Avon decided, quickly. And basically, the stage gets set up, and I dance around and sing, a lot. Oh, and I dance on the stage for the first time, too. He sent. He wondered what the other would do if they were preparing for something that massive.

Kk. sounds terrifying. i want a picture. most posts go best w/ one. a dynamic pic would be best, maybe of the dancing? have someone take it for you and send it to me? He replied, jotting down a few notes.

Avon laughed. Lemme get out of my room, first, then I'll get you a really hot one. He sent. He added a small wink emote with the text. He rushed himself into a random outfit, and ran out to the stage-in progress. He asked one of the stagehands to take a photo of him amidst the chaos of stage-building, and got a good one in the middle of the pieces. He sent it. I hope this works.

Nik smiled a little, and sent the image to his email so that he could put it in the document. Perfect. He replied with another smile. So, to summarize: you want me to write that you are getting ready for the performance tonight, and you have a fantastic surprise in store for us. Correct? is there anything else you want me to add?

That's exactly right! Nothing else to add. :) Avon replied. He was relieved by the turn out of the photo, he really liked it. He wondered what Nik had in store, it excited him a lot. Thanks.

cool cool. should take me maybe twenty minutes at the most. He sent back, and got to work. He hummed softly as he worked, thinking about what exactly to say. He did some more research about what exactly stage prep involved for singers like Avon, making notes as he did.

Sounds sweet. Avon replied, curtly. He greeted a few of his other stagehands, those that were his childhood friends. He hated that they had to work this hard just to stay around him, but it was completely alright with them.

Nik kept working, the keys of his computer tapping away as he formulated the post. After about twenty minutes, he sent it to Avon. this work for you? he asked, standing and stretching lazily.

Avon looked at the post, and how magnificent it was. Of course it does! How am I supposed to pay you, now? I definitely have to pay you for such fine workmanship. Avon sent back, with such a bright tone. He would wait until he payed to post the thing.

Nik smiled, running his hands through his hair. uh. well. you really don't need to pay me, it wasn't that hard. He replied, shaking his head a little bit.

Nik, that would be stealing. This IS your job. You get paid for this stuff, and I want to pay you. Avon sent back. He pulled his hair, and blushed, slightly. "I don't deserve this, dude, please let me pay you,"

It's not stealing if i say that you don't need to pay me. He argued. besides, it wasn't like it was something super difficult that i had to spend hours on. it took me like 20 minutes, tops.

okayyy then. I have something else in mind, something that you cannot refuse. Rose is calling me, I've got to actually start preparing now, so I'll see ya tonight. byee! Avon sent back. He'd only actually had 15 minutes until he had to work, but he had to leave the other with a thought of anxious surprise.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. He had…not great memories connected with the words "you cannot refuse", and while he knew that what had happened them wasn't anywhere near what Avon was thinking of…it still sent a chill down his spine. He took a deep breath. Hmmm. alright fine. see you!

Avon smiled at Nik's last message and put his phone down. He then went off to find Rosalia, who would most likely have him running through his choreography on the stage, or practicing his vocals one good last time.

Nik went back to work. He needed to get this latest assignment done ASAP, and then he would get ready to go to the concert. Which, he realized, he had to get a picture at, or Tessa would never, ever believe him. Tessa was his foster sister; the only one he still kept in contact with.

Avon raced out onto the stage. "Avon. Choreo, now. And don't you dare to respond to me, practice is more expensive." Rosalia called, with a demanding tone. She was not going to have anything less for her star. Avon nodded, a subtle, hidden response, and began a small portion of his choreography. He danced his step-sequence first, before jumping into the air. He fell to his knees, and stumbled slightly. Avon hadn't been able to get that jump for a while now, but he still tried it.

Nik continued to work, humming softly and smiling a little bit as he did. After a while, he got up, ate, and got ready to go for later. He stared at his own face in the mirror, and tried to prepare for being surrounded by a crush of loud people, tried to prepare for all the noise.

Avon grinned at himself in the mirror. His body was wrapped in a gorgeous silver and mint, he loved the colors. He gently ruffled his own hair out, and sighed. He wondered if Nik would be there, after all, the ticket was for the front row. He'd have a good view of the other there. Rosalia managed to creep past the door, and looked Avon in his mirror image's eyes. She formed a sneer, but restricted herself enough to tell Avon 'good luck, we have about an hour till'. Avon smiled, and hugged her loosely. Only he knew her most kind side, and this was the best it would get.

Nik sighed softly, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes, trying to push down his anxiety. You're gonna be okay. It's just for a while. They won't be looking at you, it's fine. It'll be fine. He told himself. You'll be fine.

Hey Nik, you are coming, right? Avon texted Nik, out of complete nervousness. He just needed confirmation that the other would be there, and nothing more. He closed his eyes after setting his phone on vibrate. He wanted to be told that Nik responded, that he was there.

Nik looked over at his phone, chewing on his lip. oh. uhm. yes. not gonna chicken out on you. anxiety is acting up but ill be there. He texted back. See? No chickening out. You're going, and you'll have fun.

Phew. I got a little nervous, I didn't want to be surrounded by the people I only know as fans, now that I know you. Avon replied. He grinned a little, that made him feel a lot more relieved.

He smiled slightly at the reply, tapping a foot. yeah yeah, I'll be there. Like i said, anxiety is being a bitch right now tho, so. I'll be there, but i might look like I'm about to be shot. He let out a faint, nervous laugh, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. For the first time in a while, he wished he had accepted the meds that his doctor had wanted him to take.

Avon paused for a second. Right, the other had big time anxiety. Breathe. No one's paying attention to you. They only want to see me, and I only want to see you. Avon replied, cautiously. He knew he had to be kind, and careful, to the other person. Nik was a really fragile being, and he had to ensure his completeness.

(gtg soon, sorry)

i know i know i know. He texted back quickly. but...anxiety has its own mind. I'm working on it tho. I'll be fine. He took another deep breath, letting it out slowly as he sat down. I'll be fine. he said again, trying to convince himself of that just as much as Avon.

( It's okay!! )

Okayy then. Be careful coming up here, though. Avon replied. He bit his lip. I just want to see you smiling, well. He added, just because. He pulled on a thin strand of his own hair.

He let out his breath in another sigh, picking up Smoke and petting the kitten's soft fur gently. Alright. I'll try and give you a nice big smile then, alright? He took a deep breath, counting to ten and doing his best to calm down.

Sounds great. They're calling me now, I've got pre-stage people to meet. Annoying, but they'll do. See you there. Avon replied. He put his phone in his shirt, the one he would change into, and left the room to meet his helpers. He really had no schedule coordination.