37Bonjour readers. Thank you for clicking on this story. It's my 2011 NaNoWriMo. Here's a little info:
Copy stuff: The characters are my own, as are any lyrics I write (unless I state otherwise, for example there are going to be quite a few quotes from Elvis most probably). So please, no theft. If someone wants to do a fanfiction-y thing, that would make me burst with pride though, and I'd be down with that as long as you asked and credited me. Whatever. (:
Warning: Homosexuality involved. A lot. Everywhere. You don't like? Feel free to, um, not read I guess. There'll be swearing, but that'll worsen as the story goes on as you'll see, and so might the action (*wink) so it may go on to M later on, I'm not sure yet.
Summary: Mickey is a sixteen year old introvert who likes to play his guitar and listen to Elvis. On his sixteenth, his brother, Harry, bassist of popular local band Naught A King, decides it's time for Mickey to open his eyes to the world a boy his age should apparently already be familiar with. But maybe Mickey isn't ready to delve into it... Maybe he isn't ready to discover the opposite- or the same- sex… M/M Slash, yaoi.. Etc.
I sincerely hope you guys enjoy this. I'm determined to win NaNo this year, dammit!
MAUDLIN MELODY
Prologue
Detachment and connection
Without thought concerning rejection
Hair.
There is a load of it whipping me in the face; it's repeated every two seconds, in sync with the drum beat. My smile widens as I realise I don't care. In fact I don't care about anything at this moment in time. The music is enough right now. And the bodies around me, moving.
Mostly head banging happening, and it's crazy as people all move at the same time- my mind is blown, and any moment now my ear drums will be too. Someone's arm has snaked around my waist and they're pulling me towards them despite the fact that we're strangers- I go with it. With them. I head bang again. They did too. We do it again.
The music stops for a moment and the small audience lift their heads slowly, waiting, breaths hitched as the singer's voice continues to ring in our ears and our entire bodies. The air is fizzing with charged energy. It's a rare moment of silence, just a moment, and then the band smash into the chorus and we -the crowd- are jumping and shaking the entire venue. Everyone around me are screaming the lyrics along with the band, but I've never seen them live before. I've never been into them- into this, so I only appreciate. I don't think I've ever felt so detached, yet so connected in my life.
I lift my head and I feel my eyes close for just a fleeting second, lost in the moment. When they slip open again my eyes catch that of the main singer's. His grins at me -a smile, just for me- and he reaches a hand out. I'm at the front so I begin to reach my own hand out to touch his when some hardly pubescent fangirl whacks mine out of the way and grabs a quick stroke of his fingers. I don't have time to feel upset by this as I'm suddenly shoved into her. Then next thing I know, someone's yelled 'Mosh pit!' and I'm pulled into the chaos around me.
Do let me know if you like it, guys!