#tour kit rundown

[dreamings-free]

“What I love about the Louis Tomlinson tour is I get to do kinda both of those things (being the musical director and the drummer), get to play drums, play big sizes, play nice and loud. But I also get to do all the creative stuff, building the show with Louis. Which is.. yeah that’s what I love.”

— Steve Durham about being in Louis’ touring band

Louis Tomlinson Tour Kit Rundown - Modern Drummer 31/3/24

#quotes #steve durham #about louis #FITF tour #hollywood fl #13.07.23 #modern drummer #tour kit rundown #posted: #31.03.24 #louis’ band #m

[whilstiveputdownthisfic]

from Steve Durham's IG stories

as of 11:12 pm edt on Friday, March 29th, 2024

#steve durham #louis tomlinson #tour kit rundown #touring drum kit #modern drummer

[jarael]

Yugiri nearly jumped out of her skin, her thoughts disturbed by a yelp coming from Rain’s room.  She hurried to check on her stepchild--

Only to find the Elezen/Viera kit squeezing a small, winged being in a bear hug, giggling their head off.  “Mama!  New friend!”

Yugiri fought the urge to laugh.  “Rain, dear, please allow Feo Ul to breathe.”

With a pout, the toddler released the Pixie, who released several deep breaths to reinflate their lungs.  But Feo Ul was lighthearted, and not wont to hold a grudge against a child.  “Little leaf!  You already have my little sapling’s strength!  Ah, Lady Yugiri,” they addressed the shinobi, “your spouse is doing well.  Sigrun does wish to give you a tour of the First, but it’s too chaotic right now.  I think, on the other hand--there’s more of them?!”

The Pixie’s gaze had turned to the two cribs in the room, holding two young, sleeping Au Ra/Viera infants.  They let out an excited cry, spinning around.  “My little sapling has the cutest leaves!  Oh, Lady Yugiri, you must--“

“Feo Ul,” Yugiri warned, with a hint of mirth, “please keep your voice down, or you’ll have to learn how to change diapers.”

The Pixie crinkled their nose.  “My lovely sapling would be amused, but alas, I was told to give you the full rundown.  Now, where to begin?”

#ffxiv #fanfic #yugiri mistwalker #wolgiri #feo ul #shadowbringers spoilers

[xe-company]

❝ CAMP CASTAWAY is the second season for MIDNIGHT SOCIETY’s program THE CLUBHOUSE. This season centers around the theme of summer camp, games, friendship, and a healthy bit of heated competition. Member CHAMIN is absent from this season as she was preparing for a surgery in the beginning of 2022. This season is everyone's favorite season of THE CLUBHOUSE. Each ‘winner’ of the games gets a small trophy. While the season plays out, the girls are trying to get patches as well. ❞

BROWSE EPISODES:

EP. 000: WELCOME TO CAMP CASTAWAY SUMMER CAMP | Join the girls in the summer camp season introduction. Each of the girls introduce themselves as camp counselors as they give a small tour of the summer camp.

EP. 001: LET THE GAMES BEGIN | A small rundown of the games to be played. As well as small introductions of other groups that will be playing with them. 

EP. 002: RED ROVER, RED ROVER + TUG-A-WAR ! | Two in one video as the girls play with NV Entertainment’s Woo!Ah!.

EP. 003: MONOPOLY | With the creation of a giant customized Monopoly board the girls see who will with the Midnight Society edition of Monopoly.

EP. 004: RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT | The girls play a few rounds of red light, green light with BIG HIT’s boy group TXT. 

EP. 005: AFTER CAMP COUNSELOR IS ASLEEP | The members try and make traditional summer camp foods while trying not to wake the camp counselor.

EP. 006: SUMMER CAMP MUKBANG | The girls eat and chat about things.

EP. 007: ESCAPE ROOM [BUT MAKE IT A CAMP CABIN] | The staff of Camp Castaway has designed an escape room, but will the girls and BELIFT boy group ENHYPEN be able to escape before the time runs out? 

EP. 008: HIDE-N-CLAP + SHADOW MAN + SIMON SAYS | Combining the three games into one the girls take on another game challenge as the sun starts to set

EP. 009: CAMERA FLASH | Another childhood game is played through a few rounds, the girls, with the lights off, try and take photos of each other with the flash on. After 30 minutes, they look through them and if someone is in the photos with the flash they become it. 

EP. 010: TAG ! + MAFIA | Two games in one video once more but with SD Entertainment’s girl group SATURDAY!

EP. 011: CAMP CASTAWAY OLYMPICS + OBSTACLE COURSE | The first Camp Castaway olympics is happening. An obstacle course is created and the girls as well as JYP’s ITZY try to finish it in the fastest time. 

EP. 012: JUST DANCE + TWISTER | The girls take on punishment after punishment if they’re the ones with the two lowest score and if they fall first out of the pairing in Twister. 

EXTRAS:

CAMP CASTAWAY SEASON TEASER

CAMP CASTAWAY PROMOTION VIDEO 

CAMP CASTAWAY PHOTOSHOOT | BEHIND THE SCENES

CAMP CASTAWAY SEASON SET UP | BEHIND THE SCENES

WON CAM | BEHIND THE SCENES

HYUNJAE CAM | BEHIND THE SCENES

YANG CAM | BEHIND THE SCENES

YIN CAM | BEHIND THE SCENES

X CAM | BEHIND THE SCENES

MEMBERS SECRET MISSIONS COMPILATION

MERCH + PACKAGES:

CAMP CASTAWAY COUNSELOR / STAFF SHIRT + SHORTS

CAMP CASTAWAY CAMPER SHIRT + SHORTS

CAMP CASTAWAY CARE PACKAGE:

[5] ENVELOPED LETTERS [ONE FROM EACH MEMBER] [1] CAMP CASTAWAY POSTCARD [1] CAMP CASTAWAY PROMOTION POSTER [1] CAMPER ID + LANTERN [CUSTOMIZABLE OR MEMBER ID] [3] CAMP CASTAWAY PATCHES [RANDOM 3 OUT OF 25] [1] JOURNAL KIT [JOURNAL, PEN, PENCIL, ERASER, STICKERS] [1] FRIENDSHIP BRACELET [RANDOM 1 OUT OF 5] [2] MEMBER’S PET SELFIES [RANDOM 2 OUT OF 10] [10] PHOTOCARDS [RANDOM 10 OUT OF 50] [1] CAN OF SILLY STRING [RANDOM 1 OUT OF 5] [1] RANDOM PROP/ITEM FROM THE CLUBHOUSE CAMP CASTAWAY SEASON

#kocsociety #aes!ocnet #aeskocnet #g:midnight society #s:the clubhouse #fake kpop variety show #kpop oc gg #fake kpop gg #kpop oc girl group #kpop fake girl group #xecompany #xperience entertainment #XP entertainment #xe midnight society

[societydatabase]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 / juno & mandy

location: gallagher dorms, gallagher grounds, gillian gallagher’s home

timeline: october 29 –– the morning of november 1

triggers: n/a

PREMISE :  it’s 48 hours before halloween . while everyone is getting ready and sorting through any last minute costume decisions for the party , juno ( @bencvolence​ ) and mandy ( @amandaxhill​ ) return to their respective dorms to find a note from none other than the black dahlias , detailing their task . the two of them have to work together to complete their task and secure their spots within this secret organization . a rundown of how juno and mandy completed their task and the days leading up to it .

𝟒𝟖 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

with the black dahlia’s pledge initiation taking place a little over a month ago , the pledges very much aware that personalized tasks can be doled out at moment’s notice . this is exactly what happened to juno and mandy . unbeknownst to them , they are the first ones to receive and be paired up for the task .

they return to their respective rooms , each finding a note placed delicately on their pillow . 

Juniper Choi and Amanda Hill,

Your presence is formally required by the Order of the Black Dahlias to meet in the home of Gillian Gallagher on Halloween evening at the eleventh hour. To join the Sisterhood you must stay until dawn, or else you will never hear from us again. We will no longer exist and your claims will be a whisper in the wind.

Good luck.

soon after , juno is knocking on mandy’s door . they devise a plan and start searching for the late founder’s well hidden home . it won’t be easy finding her house . they’re going to need all the time they can get before halloween .

𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

they spend most of yesterday searching for gillian gallagher’s home to no avail . they hope today’s the day and luck is on their side . juno and mandy need to find her house . it would be a shame to lose their spots just because they couldn’t find the late gillian gallagher’s house .

the two of them are up early . they’re going to spend all day searching for it if they have to . if need be , class can wait . but juno hopes that’s not the case . part of their plan relies on finding gillian’s house during the day and returning at night so that they won’t get lost .

after a couple of hours of searching , they find gillian’s home and conduct their own little reconnaissance mission of the surrounding area and the route . juno pulls up a map of the school grounds on her tablet and marked a couple routes that lead to the late founder’s home .

          “ well shit . we’re gonna have to spend the night here ? ”

there’s a reason why the house is well hidden and only fourth years are taken on a tour to the late founder’s home .

they return to school with the intent to meet up after dinner and retrace their steps . for the most part , the task very much present in their minds .

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

today’s the day . however , that doesn’t mean juno and mandy won’t enjoy their time at the party . they’re confident they can slip out undetected and break into gillian’s home . it’s no problem , right ? everything is pretty much ready to go . they’ve packed some things and stashed them close to the property . but for now ? they’re at the party . juno certainly doesn’t want the ppc’s efforts to go to waste . 

it doesn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon ,  mandy makes her way to their meetup spot . juno takes the opportunity to slip out undetected . she heads back to the dorms first for a quick change of clothes before meeting mandy at their rendezvous point . she’s staying the night so might as well wear some comfortable clothes . the sound of the party grows faint as they continue to venture further away from the chapel and towards gillian’s house .

10:35 PM . they keep their guard up move stealthily . the moonlight illuminates the area as the two approach the house . it’s like they can almost hear her cries . not one to be easily scared , juno pulls out her lock picking kit and quickly gets to work .

in less than ten minutes , the door creaks open and abruptly shuts . the sound of leaves rustling can be heard just right outside the window . while gillian’s home has been converted into a museum of sorts for fourth year students , it still doesn’t make it any less creepy . not with the odd sounds coming from god knows where . do they dare explore the other sections of the house ?

      “ this isn’t so bad , right ? ”

                       “ i think we’ll make it to dawn . ”

mandy packed some snacks . juno packed a blanket and her laptop . you never know if gallagher’s internet reaches this far . it’s worth a shot to have something pass the time . they’re a little deterred by the sounds . however , they’re not letting anything stop them . they will get through this . they have to . but they know they won’t be getting a good night’s sleep , that’s for sure .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

they must’ve dozed off at some point . again , it certainly wasn’t a comfortable night’s rest . juno rouses from her slumber when the morning sun shines through the window . “ oh shit , ” she mumbles , sitting up . she quickly grabs her discarded phone to check the time .  7:13 AM .

“ mandy ! ” she calls out to the other girl . “ hey ! it’s like seven .  i think it’s safe to say that we made it through dawn . ”

the two gather their belongings . they don’t question how the black dahlias would know if they’ve successfully completed their task . word will get back to them . they have their ways . even with juno’s previous experience of being in a secret society in college , the pledging process pales in comparison to this .

they both make their way back to the dorms in silence . it’s unlikely that their roommates would ask where they’ve been all night , but with the party being the night before , would anyone really notice ? they’re banking on the fact that at least half the student body would be hungover . soon enough , juno and mandy are back in their respective dorms , tucked away in their own beds . a majority of gallagher remaining none the wiser as to what happened the night before .

#black dahlia task #submission #huge thanks to hecate and kendal!!!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Time for us to take care of you; Queen x teen reader (platonic)

*Author’s note*

This was a request from my Wattpad and this is also a cute little platonic fic in honor of Brian’s birthday (since in this fic I kinda lean towards Brian here in favorite band member) now this one’s a little different because here and as warning we’ve got you being the assistant for Paul Prenter (UGGGGHHHH!!! DX) but have no fear, the crazy queenies will save you from his tyranny! And you shall find out soon.

So besides the warning for Prenter, there’s fluff, swearing, situation regarding migraines.

Queen taglist:

@geek-and-proud

@plethora-of-things

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

@coolcxt

@queendeakyy

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I was going through some files trying to get everything that Paul told me to organize properly and have ready for Mr. Reid while they all went over to meet with Ray Foster, the record producer for the band.  God even though he’s my ‘boss’ I wish that he would do his own work instead of handing it down to me, especially when I hear Mr. Reid telling him to do this certain task but the second he goes away, he just places the work right on my desk just before I would clock out sometimes.

I paused my work and rubbed my face as I groaned tiredly before placing my chin on top of my hands as my elbows were leaned up against my desk.  Suddenly I felt hands cover my eyes and I let out a small squeak but before I could fight back, a voice said in my ear.

“No, no, no darling no peeking you cheeky thing.”

“Freddie what are you doing?”

“You ask so many questions darling.” I waited for a moment before saying,

“Can I look now?”

“Hold on, not yet.”

“Now can I look?”

“Ever the impatient teenager, thinks work is better than being spoiled. Especially by us, wouldn’t you agree Deacy?” I heard Roger’s voice say.

“Yes indeed. She works much too hard.”

“Alright Fred uncover her eyes, it’s ready.” Brian’s voice spoke up and the second Freddie’s hands uncovered my eyes, I saw before me a tray of food and a cup of my favorite flavor of tea.

“Aww you guys.” I said as I twirled around in my chair and turned to face them.

“You just work so hard love and we know you probably didn’t have time for lunch. So after the meeting with Foster, we slipped past Reid and Prenter and got you your favorite.” Brian explained.

“Ohhh you guys do too much for me. I should be doing stuff like this for you.”

“You do too much of that already. Time we did something for you for a change. Get your mind off of work for once.” Roger said as he playfully ruffled my hair. I shoved his hand away from my head and tried to readjust my hair before I reached for the fried rice first and asked them.

“So, how did the meeting go?” I know I shouldn’t be asking questions like these but throughout these past 8 months since I got this second job to get some extra money for—personal reasons (please don’t ask), the boys of Queen had really become like a second family to me.

Even though they’re bigshot rockstars who most people would believe wouldn’t care much about people who help them behind the scenes, the lads had been nothing but supportive of me.  As a young 15 year old assistant, this whole lifestyle can be intimidating but thanks to John Deacon or as I had the privilege of referring him by his nickname “Deacy”, he’s helped me out by pulling me aside whenever the scene got too hectic especially for someone my age.

If you had to ask me who I’d pick as a favorite it’s really hard to choose but if I really had to and I hope and pray the guys never hear about this but I would have to say it’d be Brian May.  Not because of his rockstar abilities or just due to the fact that he’s the guitarist of this famed group.  No I’m talking about the Brian May fascinator of the stars and the rights of animals.

See once I get to University I’ve always had an interest in becoming a veterinarian but not just for domestic pets, but exotic animals as well.  When I was just 9 years old I saw a family of hedgehogs nesting in my mum’s garden and for weeks on end I helped fed them and made sure the family dog Yaz never went near the nest as to not harm or scare the mama hedgehog and her babies away.  And when Brian first heard about my dream, he was so proud of me that he even gave me an offer.

He vowed that one day if he ever got the chance to run his own little ‘animal safe house’ I would be his personal veterinarian for all sick, injured or orphaned animals he would take in.  We began to bond over our love for the animals and we both shared that the laws of Britain should change on animal rights.  It’s cruel and inhumane that badger baiting is still performed here in the UK even though its illegal. One day Bri and I hope to change that, to make sure that all people that still do stuff like that is truly put to justice no matter what animal they harm.  

Now I won’t say that I either do or do not like it; but in secret when it’s just us two, he sometimes likes to call me his little ‘fox kit’ because he always compared my cuteness to a baby fox kit.

And of course there’s Roger and Freddie.  The two famed troublemakers as I like to call them.  But even with their high energy and true rock and roll spirits, they like to have their quiet moments.  Like I’ve cat-sit for Freddie before and got to go over to his flat to meet them (all of them) as well as his lovely lady Mary Austin.  While Roger and I like to have some talks about cars and boats.

I knew a thing or two about cars thanks to my uncle who owns a mechanic shop in downtown London.  He’s taught me a thing or two about fixing engines, changing a tire so I’m not like most women who just seem to want to sit there in the middle of nowhere in their short jean pants that barely cover their buts and crop-tops waiting for someone to come to their rescue.  Hell I even once got to change one of the tour buses tires when Deacy or any other of the roadies couldn’t seem to get it.

And of course when it comes to fashion, these two try to take me with them when it came to their shopping trips and try to get me in the most outlandish and insane clothes that even I thought were ridiculous.  But I enjoyed spending time with them, plus seeing them make fools of themselves is always a good way for some juicy blackmail should the time ever arise.

“Well we’ve got the approval for the new record.” Deacy said.

“Really? That’s amazing. Congrats guys!”

“Yes. However there is a catch.” Brian added.

“What is it?” I asked worriedly.

“Unlike any other album, they’re sending us out of London. Actually far from any distractions. We’re going to a recording studio called what—Stone farm?” Roger said.

“Rockfield farm studio Roger dear.” Freddie pipped in.  Oh wow.

Now that is a long away from here, actually it’s out of England far.  I’m told that studio is located in the intense farm country of Wales.  Pure agriculture and not rural location.

“You guys have any idea how long you’ll be gone for?” I asked.

“Foster’s giving us a nine week deadline.” Brian answered.

“Oh.”

“Well there’s no need to be sad darling. You’ll be coming with us.” Freddie said as he lightly patted my shoulder.

“What?”

“Oh come on (y/n). Did you really think we’d leave you behind for nine weeks. We’d go mad without you around.” Roger said.

“Honestly I think we’ll try to murder each other without you there to keep us in check.” Deacy answered bluntly.

“But—but I….guys I’m honored you’d think I should go with you to this recording studio but unfortunately Paul’s my boss and I don’t go anywhere unless he tells me it’s okay.”

“Oh no need for that darling. I gave him a full rundown on why you should come along with us and he gladly accepted the reasons.” Freddie said.

Honestly Fred I know why he said he’d take me and it wasn’t because of your reasons. Yes I am well aware of how my boss looks at the frontman of Queen and let me tell you I’m not saying this as ‘unnatural’ for a man to love another man.  I just worry for Freddie’s safety.  

I knew Paul was no good, I don’t even see why he would even advert for an assistant when he hardly gives me the time of day and belittles me every day.

“Okay well there’s also my mum. You….you know how conservative I’ve told you all she is. I doubt she’d let someone my age who with a bunch of guys twice my age to Wales all on her own.”

“We can assure her that no harm shall come to her beloved daughter. Even if we have to chain ourselves to her car in order to prove our point.” Roger said.

“Please say you’ll come with us darling. Please?” Freddie said as he placed his hand on top of my shoulder, looking at me with pleading eyes even through his shades. I set my rice down and said.

“I don’t know guys……”

“Well we know there’s one surefire way to get you to say yes darling.” Oh bugger not again.

I felt both John and Roger’s hands grip both my wrists pulling me out of my seat and I was soon sandwiches between them.  Their arms imprisoning me between them making sure that I wouldn’t get out.

“Still don’t want to change your mind darling? You’ve already gotten the approval might as well take it.” Said Fred.

“I—I—”

“Still not wanting to go I see? Well Roger, Deacy time to step it up my darlings.”

“Awww no not the bunny nose! Deacy please it’s—oh not the double bunny nose!” The famed Queen sandwich plus bunny nose tactic.  Whenever the boys really wanted me to join in on something but I’d try to get out of it, no matter which combo they did.  

Two members would sandwich me in their arms while on either cheek I would feel their noses twitch like a bunny giving me bunny kisses, but if I still refused then I would get passed on to the next combo of whomever was left.

“Ohh please I can’t take it! It’s too cute when I get you both doing it!”

“Then say you’ll come or you’ll get it from Brian and I.”

“Okay! Okay I’ll come, I’ll come.” They all cheered and of course Roger and Deacy began kissing me all over my face and head as Brian and Freddie now came in to complete a royal Queen group hug as they liked to call it with me at the center. “When do we leave?”

“First thing tomorrow morning.”  Well hopefully I can convince my mum to let me go.

With the help of Brian and Deacy (since they were the most responsible of the band, and at this point Deacy was about to become a father at this point since his wife and soulmate Veronica was pregnant so hearing a future parent talk with a current parent seemed a bit easier to understand. Instead of four adult rockstars asking a teen girl to come along with them for her job) my mum allowed me to go.

I spent the next few hours packing and ended up getting about 5 hours of sleep since the cab I would be taking was coming around 6am to pick me up.  My mum kissed me goodbye the next morning and made me promise to call her every single day and night when I got up and before I went to bed.

Finally after a long 3hr. drive we finally arrived.  And let me tell you Rockfield farm definitely lived up to its name.  As I was helping with the unpacking of the band’s stuff Roger was the first one out of the car wearing his fur coat and shades as he said.

“Recording studio?”

“Well the idea was to get away from all distractions.” Paul answered as he held two suitcases in hand.  I grabbed one of the suitcases but as I walked around the car, I slipped on some mud and nearly fell to the ground had it not been for Freddie managing to catch me in time.

“Thanks Fred.”

“No need for thank yous darling. Need any help?”

“No, no I’ve got it.”

“(Y/n) I ain’t paying you to stand around and sell yourself out. Take that suitcase into the studio over there while I show the lads their rooms.” Paul snapped. Dude you hardly pay me at all.

“Yes Mr. Prenter.” I said as I headed in the opposite direction and set the heavy suitcase down.  For the next couple of hours I was helping unload the guys’ guitars, amps, and drumkit into the recording building.  

And of course Paul insisted that since I would figure out cars and talk about stuff that no other girls talk about then I’d have no problem unloading everything, so I was left alone unloading everything without the guys’ knowledge. Paul also had me set up Roger’s kit and have Brian’s guitars all set up and ready for him when it came time to record tomorrow.

By the time everything was set up and I was finally able to leave the studio I turned to see that the sun was just setting.  I walked in to see everyone gathered at the dinner table just finishing up their supper.

“Oh there you are love, we were wondering what was keeping you.” Paul made sure to keep his eyes locked right at me.  Because he had threatened me once that if I ever told the guys of how ‘overworked’ he was giving me, he’d fire me and make sure that I would never be admitted into another Queen concert again.

“Just—thought I’d look outside at the marvelous view we’ve got. I know you guys are gonna have a lot of time to write here.” I said.

“I will admit it defiantly provides no distractions.” Brian said.

“Well I’m gonna give Veronica a call and then probably head to bed.”

“Yeah I think I’ll hit the sack myself.” Roger agreed.

“True my darlings, we’ll take an early start tomorrow.” Freddie said.  With that the guys all decided to turn in for the night.

“(Y/n).” I turned to see Brian still at the table with a plate of fresh food. “Managed to save you a plate.”

“Brian you are my angel, thank you.” I said as I sat down.

“Next time don’t get too lost staring out into the fields, okay. Even you must eat my little fox kit.” I groaned at the nickname and playfully slapped his arm as he laughed softly. “Now eat and don’t stay up too late. Goodnight love.”

“Night Bri.” I said as he kissed the top of my head before heading towards his room. “Oh hang on, we weren’t clearly told. Where’s your room going to be at?” Actually I have no idea. Paul never mentioned a room for me.

“I’ll—I’ll talk to Paul after I talk to my mum. Don’t worry Bri I’m sure my room’s here somewhere.” He looked at me skeptically and said.

“Well just so you know in case he has you sleeping on that dirty old couch, you can always come up to my room. It’s the first door on the right. It doesn’t matter what time you come in, just wake me up and I’ll make room for you, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks Bri. Goodnight.”

“G’night love. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams.” He then proceeded up the stairs.  After I finished up my dinner, Paul soon came in from the bathroom and I asked him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Prenter.” God I hated calling him that. “Where will I be sleeping at while I’m here?”

“Oh sorry (y/n), but I’m afraid all the rooms have been reserved by the band, Rory and myself.”

“So there’s—no more rooms?”

“Afraid not. But there’s always the couch. Unless you don’t think you can handle staying here, you can always go back to your mum’s place and I’ll tell the lads you were homesick and couldn’t handle being away from your sick mum for too long.” God I really hated it when he used my mum against me.

“The couch will be fine. Goodnight Mr. Prenter.”

“Goodnight lass, and be sure to have breakfast up and cooked by the time we all wake up. As part of the agreement you’ll be making all the meals from now on during our stay here.”

“Very well sir.” I stated.  Paul sneered a grin before heading upstairs to his room.  I put my dish away and headed to the living room to see my suitcase there on the old, soiled (probably mold or cat piss), torn apart, dusty red couch. It hardly looked like it would fit me and as I lay down on it, it already felt lumpy and I swore something was poking me in the back.

Heading into the bathroom I changed into my pajamas but as I stepped out, it was freezing cold.  God I guess summers out here in Wales just get cold.  I raced towards the couch and tried my best to cover myself up with the blanket but it was so think layered and holes that I was barely able to keep warm.

This was gonna be a long night.

By the time it was morning, I was shivering and my neck and back were in pure agony.

“I thought I said to have breakfast ready before I awoke?” I groaned and peered an eye open to see Paul standing over me.

“You said—to have it by the time the guys woke up.”

“And by that I meant Roy and myself. There are two hungry men waiting for their breakfast. Now get off your arse and movie it lassie.” I slowly stood up and felt my head pounding as I tried to ease up the tension in my muscles.

“Can I at least call my mum? I forgot to do that last night.”

“I’m not paying you to gossip band secrets to your mum. Now go and get breakfast ready or I’ll have a cab come and get you for being so incompetent.” He threatened me. I looked at him and he glared down at me with those icy, soulless eyes of his.

“Very well Mr. Prenter. What would you all like to have for breakfast?” He grinned down at me knowing that he had won the battle.

When the guys came down, I was just getting the last bit of breakfast ready and when Deacy saw me he asked me.

“Poppet, are you alright? You look exhausted.” Tell me about it. I just kept tossing and turning on the couch since it was so uncomfortable.  The cold wind seeping through the old wood texture of the house made it almost impossible for me to sleep since I feared of getting pneumonia.

“Just…..just kept worrying about my mum. That’s all.”

“I’m sure she’s fine darling. You can give her a call later after breakfast. So my beautiful chief what have we got cooking this morning?” Freddie asked as he wrapped his arm around me.

Which I knew Paul would give me hell about it later.

For the next week and a half it was the same routine.  I hardly got any sleep, Paul would drag me about all day making sure everything in the studio was set up and he was smart to keep me away from the guys or forced me to put on more makeup so that my eyes wouldn’t appear as dark and baggy as they were.

But one morning, my head was pounding so hard and my vision was blurry.  At first I thought it was just because I was still sleepy and had unshed tears but when Paul’s voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard and that chalkboard was plugged to an amp increasing the sound and the piercing light from the sun as well as the lights in the house just made it painful to even look up, I knew it had to be a migraine.

Of course Paul didn’t care and had me immediately go out into the studio building and try to get everything set up for the boys to record.  But since the sun was out today it gave the room an intense brightness than usual.  I could barely keep my eyes open and my head was pounding like how Roger bangs his drums, maybe even harder than that.

As I was setting up, I just felt this bolt of agonizing pain strike my head and I tried to keep my balance but I ended up falling against the wall.  My ears ringing and tears falling down my face.

“Slacking off once again I see.”

“Please Mr. Prenter can you not talk so loud? My head really, really hurts.”

“It’s just an excuse of yours to getting out of work. I’m tired of all these excuses you’ve been giving out. Just like every woman crying out for attention. Now do your job less you want to be fired!” I groaned and held my hands to my ears to try and block out any sound as my head kept pounding and my ears were ringing.

Through my blurred vision I saw three figures standing in front of me while I felt a fourth figure wrap their arms around me.

“Shhh, it’s okay love. It’s okay. Just lean back into me.” Oh Rog. “That’s it. You can fall into me love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I whimpered in agony as I fell against him after feeling a stronger and more painful pounding in my head. Even with putting all my weight against him, he didn’t flinch once.  “That’s it, that’s it just fall into me lovie, I’ve got you.” He whispered.

Oh if there’s one good thing about Roger that I also love it’s his soft voice.  No one would know unless they talk with Roger Taylor that his voice is actually really soft spoken, which is shocking because when people hear him sing, it’s either his high falsetto or this gravely, raspy growl.

“Okay love, I’m going to slowly pick you up, okay? I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can.” I whimpered telling him I understood what he was saying. “Alright love, ready? One….two….three. Oh I know, I know love I’m sorry shhh shshshsh.” I then felt something cover my head.  It felt like an overcoat and I heard Deacy’s voice whisper.

“Let’s get her to my room. Hardly any sunlight gets in and it’s probably the quietest bed in that house probably.” Together the two of them took me out of the recording studio.  Roger kept me close to him, telling me to close my eyes before we stepped a foot outside while Deacy handled every door that came in our path to make sure that when they closed, they wouldn’t slam behind Roger and cause my migraine suffering to get any worse. “Shoes off though, there’s not any carpet for these stairs.”

Deacy took his off first and he then said.

“Here, let me take her down so that we can get her on a more comfortable surface and out of this light.” I felt Roger gently try to transition me into Deacy’s arms now and I couldn’t help but whimper as I felt myself being jostled once more. “Shhh, I know poppet, I know I’m sorry. Just hold out for a bit longer. You’re almost there.” Deacy whispered to me as I felt myself being taken down the stairs.

I groaned with every wood creak but Deacy apologized with every step until finally the nightmare was over and I was gently being set down on the bed.

“There we are love, you can open your eyes now. Slowly.” Slowly I opened my eyes and I saw the blurry figures of both Roger and Deacy.

“There she is. Is it helping at all?” asked Roger.

“I still hurts.” I whimpered out.

“Aww we know love.” I felt his calloused fingers brush away the strands of hair from my face.

“Do you need anything poppet? Medicine? Water?”

“All of the above.” I groaned.

“Okay, Rog you stay with her. Make sure she doesn’t move around too much. I’ll go get the stuff.” I felt Deacy kiss my forehead and I saw him go up the stairs.

The hair stroking and gentle scalp massage was now Roger’s job and I groaned out as I tried to adjust myself.

“No, no, no don’t move love. And try to relax your face. Facial tension only causes the migraines to get worse.”

“I thought you were a dentist?” I couldn’t help but tease.

“I was never a dentist love. I switched my major to biology. Got bored with dentistry.” He said as he bopped my nose.  Soon enough we heard the sound of footsteps coming down as quietly as possible but along with whom we suspected to be Deacy, we also saw Brian and Freddie coming down the stairs.

“Hey there’s our girl. How are you feeling now love?” Freddie asked softly.

“My head still hurts but at least the light’s gone.” I said.

“Well lucky for you I’ve found some pills to help with that.” Deacy answered as he came up to me and handed me the pills first.  I popped them into my mouth as I was now being given my glass of water and I took a sip before finally swallowing the pills as well as the water.

“Ohh god my head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“Just give it some time my dear.” Freddie soothed as he sat down beside my feet. All was silent for a moment till Roger soon spoke up.

“(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us Prenter was treating you to that degree?” I looked down shamefully but before I could answer Brian spoke up.

“I think that’s something that can be spoken about later. Right now she shouldn’t talk or even be thinking right now. Let’s leave her to recover for the rest of the day.”

“But—what about…..”

“A but-but-but. No buts about it love.” He insisted softly as he lay close beside me stroking my hair softly.  “You lads go on ahead, I’ll take the first watch for our girl.”

“Get well soon darling.” Freddie said gently with a pat to my knee.  Both Rog and Deacy patted my shoulder or hand and the three of them quietly walked up the stairs as best as they could.  Once they were gone, I closed my eyes and moaned tiredly.

“Are the pills helping at all?” he asked me softly as I felt him still stroking my head.

“A bit. I just feel bad about stealing Deacy’s bed.”

“He understands. He wouldn’t have offered for you to take his room if he didn’t.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, now no more talking little fox kit. Time to sleep. That’s what you need.” I moaned tiredly and shut my eyes and for the first time in over a week I was able to sleep peacefully.

When I woke up, I smelt eggs and bacon all the way from downstairs.  I opened my eyes to feel that my migraine was finally gone but I did feel a bit dizzy and woozy.  I slowly got up and wobbled for a moment before getting the strength and mobility to walk up the stairs.

Once I reached the top and saw the sun shining through the house, my head wasn’t pounding as much as it was before and the light didn’t hurt as much.  I headed towards the kitchen and that’s where I saw the guys sitting down eating breakfast.  Deacy was the first to spot me.

“Well look whose finally up.” The other three members turned toward me and they all greeted me with a soft and warm good morning.

“Mornin guys.” I said as I walked toward them.

“How you feeling love?” asked Roger.

“Better than what I was.”

“Here, drink some water. We need to keep you hydrated.” Said Brian as he held out a glass filled with water.  I softly gave him a thanks and took a sip.

“How long was I out?” I questioned.

“Ohh darling, you were out for three days.” Freddie stated.  My heart dropped, I felt lightheaded and I swore if this were a cartoon, my eyes would be popping out of my sockets right now probably inflating bigger than my body.

“What?” oh my god I feel like I’m about to pass out, puke and scream all at the same time. “What? Three—three days. Tell me your joking someone please tell me Fred’s joking.”

“As much as I love a good joke I’m afraid he isn’t love. You’ve really been asleep for three days.” Roger said.

“Here darling, come sit and eat first. Then we’ll explain everything. Plus we’ve got some questions that need to be answered on your part.” Fred added to Roger’s statement.  I walked over toward them and Deacy scooted a chair out and had me sit there which lay between where he and Brian were sitting.  Bri set down my breakfast and my stomach let out a loud growl.

And of course the guys took every advantage to softly laugh at me and I simply flipped them off before digging into my meal.  Oh lord this tasted like heaven! As I ate, Deacy spoke up first.

“Love, why didn’t you ever tell us how hard Paul was making you work?” I paused eating my sausage and swallowed it down before I said.

“You guys don’t understand how men treat women in the music business. Especially if they’re just assistants. I—I wanted to prove to Paul that whatever he gave me I could do it. He’s….he’s always belittled me and had my mum as an excuse to fire me telling me that if I couldn’t handle it, then I could forget the extra money for her.”

“You could’ve come to us. We’d would’ve helped you.” Said Roger as he rubbed my back with his hand.

“But I don’t want to take you guys hard-earned money.”

“No not that. I mean we would’ve helped you out with your work, especially here. We could’ve set up our own equipment, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“He was working you too hard. Barely giving you a break. You know if you had told us the extent he was forcing on you, we would’ve helped you, right?” Brian said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.  I looked down shamefully fiddling with the remaining bits of my eggs and said shamefully.

“I’m sorry guys. I just—thought I could handle it.”

“You’re a hard worker poppet, but you also need to realize you’re still a kid. You don’t need to work till you drop, no one your age should experience things like migraines until you reach college.” Deacy said.

“I’m not a kid Deacy.”

“Ohh come off it, you may be a teenager but you’ll always be a kid to us.” Roger teased as he playfully poked my cheek making me whine out and slap away his hand. It was then I finally noticed that Paul had yet to show his face.

“Uhh guys, where is Paul?”

“He’s out darling. I fired him.” Freddie spoke.

“What? But—but then that means….Fred if he’s fired then I’m fired! Why would you—”

“Darling relax. Everything’s going to be okay.” He tried to assure me but I was frantic as I yelled back.

“How!? You do realize he was my boss! Sure I never liked him hell I hated the bastard but if he’s fired then I have no job!”

“Love, relax. If you’d let us explain you’d know that you’re no longer a manager’s assistant.” Brian spoke up as he cupped my face in his hands.

“What now?”

“We made some called to Reid and after explaining the grueling amount of work and harm Paul was causing you, while he’s fired. You’re now moving up the ranks.”

“Huh?”

“From now on darling you will be our day to day manager. Keeping an eye on us and making sure we don’t kill each other. Hell you’ll be remembered as the youngest manager in history.” Deacy said as he gently nudged his shoulder against mine.

I looked at them all and they were all looking at me with a unanimous look that they all agreed to this and had no objections to me being their new day to day manager.

“But….but guys you do realize I have school in the autumn and in the spring, right. How can I possible be your manager when I’m not even out of high school yet?”

“That’s where we’ve bent the rule with Reid.” Roger explained.

“Until your graduation we’ve agreed to settle for summer tours so that you can be there for us day to day to check in on us, while when you have school we’ll perform at concert venues and do recordings for our albums. Also when the school year starts back up, you’ll come to the studio every day after school for 5 hours a day just to make sure we’re on schedule.”

“And since we’ve also figured out that Paul had screwed around with your payment contract, Miami is in charge of your payroll. But since you are still a minor about to take on such a task, he’s currently trying to convince your mum and nana to let you have this better job offer. So that way they will also be safely financed and better informed on your performance as a manager.” Deacy stated.

“He’ll make them see reason darling. This is a better opportunity for you to get a better understanding of management. Especially if you wish to one day open up that animal rehab that you’ve been dreaming of so much.” I looked at each of them and just couldn’t believe the extent they were all going to help me out.

“Ohh you guys. This—I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

“You deserve it love, you’re just as much a part of this family as the four of us are. You’ve looked after us long enough, time for us to look after you, my little fox kit.” Brian said as he gently stroke his thumbs across my cheeks gingerly.

“Thanks you guys, I love you.”

“We love you too (y/n) dear. Now I decree there is one remedy we have yet to give you and now it is the proper time for you to receive.” Freddie proclaimed as he got me up out of my chair.

“And what would that be?” I asked.  It was then I saw all of them looking at each other with sparks of mischief in their eyes. The air grew tense as they all grinned at each other and either nodded or winked at one another before looking down at me.

“OTTER QUEEN CUDDLE!!”

“Wha? AHH Hey! Oh c’mon you guys. Ahh Rog, Deacy don’t tickle me!” I exclaimed as I was now put in the middle of a Queen group hug.  But ever since telling them and letting them know how I wanted to help animals, they dubbed this group hug specifically an ‘otter queen cuddle’ since I had shared with them that otters love to stay in groups and hold each other close so that they won’t separate from their families or mates.

Along with being in the middle of the otter cuddle, I felt their noses nuzzle all over my face and even one by one each of them would give me an Eskimo kiss, as well as quick pecks.  Each of them talking about how much they loved me, how they would always be there to take care of me, even calling me animal nicknames since they clearly must’ve heard Brian call me his ‘fox kit’.  So now according to the Freddie I am his ‘little kitten’, Deacy refers to me as ‘chipmunk’ and Roger calls me his ‘hummingbird’.

“You guys are impossible, you know that?” I teased.

“But you love us, don’t you hummingbird?” Roger said as he pecked my nose.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t have you guys any other way.” I admitted as I cuddled deeper into their embrace and they all squeezed around me tighter like four little otters.

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Fun’s For Free - Chapter 5 (Roger x Reader) (smut)

Summary: It’s 1978 and you’re assigned to follow Queen on their North American tour to promote their new album. Only problem is the magazine you write for has not been kind to the band in the past, and someone has a hard time letting go of that fact.

Series Masterlist here!

In this “episode”: More? What does that mean?

Word Count: ~3.7K

Warnings: Language, smut (oral) and even some fluff. 18+

[A/N: I’m seriously blown away every time someone asks to be tagged in any of my stuff. Thanks to all of you who have ever sent me a kind word on anything I’ve ever posted here. It really means a lot. Hope you all keep enjoying this story. I know I say it all the time, but this one is really fun to write!]

November 12, 1978 – somewhere around Cleveland More. He wants more. What is more? You haven’t found out. The two of you hadn’t had the chance to talk since he told you that two days ago. It was driving you crazy, but you couldn’t focus on that. There was finally peace and quiet on the bus – everyone was sleeping except for you, so you were taking the chance to write. After Boston tomorrow night and Providence the night after, there would be four days in New York – your home base – and Mike, your editor, was expecting the first part of your article to be turned in.

You were so focused on writing that you didn’t notice your company until he started to quietly chuckle as he sat next to you. “Such concentration,” you hear Roger say before looking up at him. “And those glasses? You look like a sexy school teacher.” You roll your eyes and throw your pen at him. “I hope you’re only writing nice things about me in there.”

“So I shouldn’t put this part in about how you’re incredibly annoying and a major pain in my ass?” you ask with a cheeky smile.

“At least put in there that I’m good in bed.”

“Now why would I want to ruin my reputation like that?” you joke. “I’m still hoping to snag Roger Daltrey. It’ll never happen if he knew I let you have me.”

He smirks at your joke and chuffs when he accepts the fact that he can’t come out with a retort to it. “Tell me something about you. Your dreams, your fears. Your likes and dislikes.” He starts to chuckle. “I need to know you more than just intimately.”

“Well, I’m living my dream. I always wanted to be a writer,” you start. “I’m scared of heights and failure. I like sunny days and chocolate cake and I don’t like pineapples and boredom.”

For the next hour, you and Roger sit together on the bus, talking – not arguing. The conversation flowed smoothly, the laughter was immense and often, and you don’t think the smile ever left your face, or his. You don’t know how it went from complete loathing between the two of you to this, but it did; neither of you wanted to question it. It felt… right. It felt like this was how it was all supposed to be. You finally realize may be the “more” that Roger wanted.

“You’re sleepy,” he murmurs with a soft smile, noticing your heavy eyes. “I’ll let you sleep.”

He starts to stand up but you pull him back down. “No!” you whisper loudly. “Stay.” He sits back down and you put your head on his shoulder. He, in turn, wraps his arm around you and holds you close, and you both drift off to sleep.

November 13, 1978 – Boston, Massachusetts You and Roger woke up before everyone else, so it was easy to keep your little secret. Confusion was abound, however, when the two of you managed to walk off the bus and into the hotel lobby without arguing about something. “Are you feeling okay?” John asked, somewhat joking. “You haven’t had an argument in two days.” You roll your eyes and giggle before walking into the elevator to go to your room.

For the show tonight, you’re sitting with the rest of the press in front of the stage instead of on the side like you normally do. That’s where you meet Charlie, a reporter for one of the local newspapers. He’s tall, he’s got a nice body, he’s funny, he’s got great hair, and a great voice… basically everything you’ve ever looked for in a one night stand, but you weren’t looking for one.

Keyword: Weren’t.

After the show, Charlie followed you backstage. You introduced him to Freddie, John and Brian and left him to chat when you went look for Roger. You found him. With a girl, of course. It wasn’t any different than any other day, but tonight it stings.

So you invited Charlie back to the hotel for some drinks. And then to your room. But he was so drunk nothing happened. You were relieved, actually, but his snoring is making it impossible for you to sleep. Frustrated, and looking for any reason to leave the room, you throw on a sweatshirt over your tank top, slip on some shoes, grab the room key, and go for a walk. You have no idea where you’re going, but you had to get out of that room.

When you make it to the hotel lobby, you see Roger sitting at the bar alone. “Well this is something I’ve never seen before,” you joke as you sit next to him.

He doesn’t even look at you, instead looking at his drink. “What? He wasn’t good enough so you need me to finish you off?”

“Excuse me?” you say, actually offended.

He turns and glares at you, clearly pissed off. “Then what do you want?”

You stand up from the stool and start to walk away, but quickly turn back around and go back to him. “You have absolutely no right to be angry with me,” you tell him, your voice quite forceful. “No right at all.”

“I’m supposed to be happy I’m your second option?” he asks, his voice equally as forceful as yours.

“You think I’m here for sex?” Now you’re seething. “I saw you here and I came to say hi.” You turn to walk away again but you can’t let this go. “You know, fuck you. You want to talk about a second option? What about me?”

“What about you, Y/N? What?” He stands up and pulls you off to the side, away from the bartender’s ear shot. “You think I…”

“Every night, Roger,” you fuss. “Every night except for three I’ve seen you chatting up some girl. The three nights you didn’t were the nights you were with me.”

“And how many of them do you think I spent the night with?” he dithers. “None. Not a single one. Do you know why?” He grabs the top of your arms and pulls you close as he bends down to get close to your face. “Because I don’t want any of them. I only want you.” Your mouth drops open and you’re rendered speechless. He quickly lets go of your arms and walks out of the bar, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

November 15, 1978 – New York, New York The relief you felt as soon as you stepped off the bus was indescribable. Home. You’re home. They have three shows in New York in four days and you get to sleep in your own bed, see your friends, relax and rejuvenate. As soon as you were able, you grabbed your suitcase from the bus and scurried to grab a taxi. “You really are in a rush, aren’t you?” you heard Brian ask from behind you. You turned around and he was standing there chuckling. “I was going find something to eat. Would you like to join me?”

You were hungry, and you’ve taken a huge liking to Brian – as a friend, of course – so, while you were really looking forward to being alone, you caved and nodded your head. “Why don’t you come with me? I just have to drop this off at my place and there’s a great pizza joint right next to my building.” Neither one of you noticed Roger watching and seething as you both climbed into the cab to leave.

No, nothing happened with you and Brian. He didn’t even come up to your apartment when you dropped off your suitcase. You introduced him to the best pizza in Brooklyn, and an hour later he went back to the hotel. You took the rest of the day for yourself. It had been a mentally exhausting 24 hours and you wanted to get away from any and all drama for as long as possible. Roger wasn’t speaking to you, and the tension felt like it was at an all-time high. He was barely even looking at you, and for some reason it was eating you up inside. It was eating him up inside, too.

November 16, 1978 – Madison Square Garden “Mike says you’re having the time of your life,” Daisy, a co-worker, says as she tries to stifle a laugh.

You roll your eyes and start to giggle. “I could seriously strangle you and Barry and any of the other critics who ever said anything negative about them,” you tell her. “They’re great, but fuck. Roger has been…” Your voice trails off and you sigh. “Let’s just say it’s been interesting.”

The two of you are sitting on the side of the stage as the guys are preparing to do their soundcheck. Freddie, being nosy as he tends to be, is curious about who your friend is, so you introduce them. John and Brian soon come over to meet Daisy, too, but Roger doesn’t. Not that you thought he would, but he did walk by and immediately sat at the drum kit. “He’s not speaking to me either now,” Brian tells you in your ear. “I don’t know why.” He shrugs his shoulders and walks away.

Roger keeps glancing and you, and you at him, and Daisy immediately picks up on it. “So what’s the story here?” she asks. “With you and pretty boy.”

You give her the rundown, about how he completely hated you before you even met because of negative things printed about them in the magazine. “It’s beyond frustrating,” you sigh. “Just when we start to get along, something happens and we start despising each other again.”

“Well,” she starts. “Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked him.” You look at her, mouth completely dropped open, and start to deny, deny, deny – but she stops you. “Don’t even try to tell me that you haven’t.”

You give her a side eyed glare but can’t stop yourself from giggling. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“They let you bring friends along now?” you hear Roger snip as he takes a drag of his cigarette, not even realizing he had walked over.

“I’m Daisy,” she says as she stands up and holds out her hand. “I write for…”

He doesn’t look at her, only you. “Now there’s two of you?” he asks. “One of you is hard enough to handle.” Daisy stops talking, instead paying attention to the interaction between you and Roger.

“She’s here for the show tonight,” you tell him. “Don’t worry.”

“That’s all I need. It’s bad enough I have you to deal with every night. Now you’ve multiplied and I’m going to stress doubly.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, Roger.” You turn to Daisy and give her a tired look. “See what I mean?”

He bends over and grabs your arm. “We need to talk.”

“No,” you say as you tug your arm away. “We don’t.”

“Will you just fucking…” He’s being loud, but quickly tones it down. “Stop being so difficult.” He gently holds your arm again. In order not to cause yet another scene, you excuse yourself and follow him down the backstage hall and to their dressing room. You walk in, but he stays standing in the doorway.

You stand there in silence, waiting for him to talk for what seems like forever. He walks closer to you and takes your face gently in the palm of his hand. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Not a kiss tinged by alcohol. He’s completely sober, as are you, so that’s why your mind is completely blown right now. You grab the waist of his pants, pull him into the room and he kicks the door closed behind him. His breathing is uneven as he looks into your eyes, and they’re burning with a lust that matches yours. Your mouths meld together and his tongue effortlessly glides over yours with satisfying strokes.

“Roger,” you whisper as you stop the kiss. “We can’t… You have to do the soundcheck…” Your voice is somewhat hoarse and he responds by kissing you more. You pull back again, unable to open your eyes for a few seconds and start to talk again.

“Shh,” he whispers, still holding his palm to your cheek. Neither of you even know what to say. That kiss completely melted the both of you. “Why are we like this?” he asks, genuinely wondering why.

His eyes. His fucking eyes are amazing and you wonder how, after all of the glaring and staring you’ve done at them, how you never realized just how perfect they are. “I don’t know,” you whisper back. The door starts to open and you both quickly move away from the door and from each other.

“Come on, Rog!” John yells as he walks in before walking right back out. “You can finish the argument after we’re done.” Roger flashes you a soft, gentle smile before he follows John out, and every inch of your insides flutter.

You walk back out after taking a few minutes to regain your composure and take your seat next to Daisy again. “These guys are hilarious,” she says with a giggle. “They’re so… bitchy.” You just smile and turn your gaze to Roger. He gives you a wink and forces his focus to what he’s supposed to be doing.

After the show, you and Daisy are standing outside, away from prying ears, discussing the show. She hated it. The music was good enough, but she found the performance drab. “I am begging you, please, be gentle in the review. I still have another month…”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I’m always honest,” she says. “But never mind that, tell me about Roger.” She nudges your arm and gives you a sly smirk. “How many times? Is he good? I bet he’s good.”

You roll your eyes and light a cigarette. “I am here to write a story. My judgment won’t be clouded by a pair of blue eyes.” You take a deep sigh and look out into the parking lot, seeing the crowd has thinned significantly. “I’m heading home. I miss my bed.” You give Daisy a hug, promise to hang out before you leave again, and head back inside to grab your purse.

And, of course, the first thing you see when you walk in is Roger, smiling his toothy smile, surrounded by giggling girls. Only this time, you don’t feel jealous or angered in any way. Not after that kiss. There was something different about it. He doesn’t notice you walk by. Freddie does, though, and he calls your name, blowing your cover. “Where are you sneaking off to?” he asks. “We’re just getting started, darling.”

“I’m going home,” you tell him. “I know. I’m boring. But I have to go to the office in the morning.” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “But I’ll be here tomorrow in time for the show.”

As soon as you walk outside, you hear a voice from behind you. “‘A colossal sonic volcano whose eruption maketh the earth tremble,’” he says. “I read it last night.”

“Yeah,” you smirk as you turn around. “Are you surprised, Mr. Taylor?”

“Yeah, I am,” he smiles. You raise a brow and continue to smirk. “Especially considering you wrote that in Dallas. I guess I misjudged you.”

“You did,” you giggle. “But I didn’t misjudge you. I still think you’re a dick.”

He inches closer to you. “Where you off to then?”

“Home,” you tell him before taking a deep breath. “What about you?”

“Well, that depends,” he says, inching even closer and bringing his same hand up to you cheek like he did earlier. “Depends on if I get invited anywhere.” He smiles and you can’t resist it.

November 17, 1978 – 11am, Brooklyn, New York “Yes, Mike, I’ll be there,” you groan. “I don’t know why you can’t wait until tomorrow.” Roger’s under the sheet and keeps nibbling on your thigh and you’re trying not to giggle. “No, Mike, there’s nothing going on.” Roger’s now positioned himself in between your legs and is trying to open them, but you’re trying to stop him and start tapping on his head. “I don’t care what Daisy said, nothing’s going on.” Roger’s won the battle, and he’s now starting to tease you with his tongue. You try your hardest to stifle your gasp. “Mike, stop. I’ll be there at 1.” You slam the phone down and start laughing, and you can feel Roger’s chuckle against your core. “You could have just gotten me fired,” you laugh, but enjoying the feeling he’s creating way too much to fuss too much.

“Shhh,” he says, moving away for a moment, throwing the sheet off. “I’m trying to work here.” He laps and sucks on your swollen lips, his tongue moving unhurried over your clit as he hums over your sensitive flesh, making you quiver. You prop yourself up so you can watch him, and you see his eyes looking up at you, leaving you unable to take a breath deep enough to clear the euphoria he is creating right now. An excitement cry escapes your mouth as he starts to suck harder, flicking his tongue over and over until the last drop is sucked out of you. Each muscle in your body tenses as he takes you over the edge and fucks you with his tongue until you cum. He takes one last lick up before looking up at you, quite pleased with himself. “Did I ever tell you how absolutely delicious you are?” he smirks. “I just couldn’t resist.”

You start to giggle and pull him up to you. He gives you a deep kiss when he reaches your mouth, cupping your neck as he kisses you. “If we get caught I can get in a lot of trouble, you know.”

“Hmm,” he mumbles as he kisses your neck. “Then I guess we better keep this our little secret.”

“I’m serious,” you giggle. His kisses are tickling you so you nudge him off, making him lay next to you on his back. “That’s what Mike was calling for.” He looks confused. “His exact words were ‘if I find out you’re fucking around with one of them I’m pulling you out.’”

Roger starts to grin and you can’t hold in your giggle. “Well it’s his own fault for sending someone pretty to us then, isn’t it?” You roll your eyes, but can’t stop giggling. “Hey, our secret. Promise.”

“Wow,” you say after you stop giggling and stare up at the ceiling. “So I’m actually getting paid to be a groupie.” You turn and look at him, keeping a serious face. “I’ve always wanted to be a groupie.”

He starts to laugh. “Yeah, but unfortunately, you’re a groupie for the wrong Roger.”

“That’s okay. I’ll consider this practice for when I get the right one.” You flash him a cheeky smirk before sitting up. “I have to get ready to get to the office before Mark comes and finds me.”

1:00pm – Midtown Manhattan You sneak in Mike’s office before anyone can catch you. Candice, the assistant editor, sees you and rushes in, excited to see you. “Soooo, how’s it going? Mike said you were having a little issue with Roger Taylor.” She sits in Mike’s chair, a big smile on her face, eager to hear everything.

“We’ve worked it out, actually,” you inform her. “At least I think we have. He doesn’t hate me anymore, so that’s progress.” As you fill Candice in on everything, Mike walks in and slams the door, startling you.

“Did you get to the part when you started banging the guy or no?” Mike is angry. Seething. You’ve never seen him like this before. He’s always happy around you, jovial, sarcastic… everything but downright angry. “Don’t even open your mouth to tell me that you didn’t. Daisy told me…”

“Daisy?” you yell. “Daisy who is pissed off that I got this gig and she didn’t Daisy? That one? How would she even know?”

Mark calms down, takes a deep breath and sits on his desk, directly in front of you. “Look, Y/N, I just want this to be a fair article. It’s not just your journalistic integrity at stake, it’s the entire magazine.”

You reach down into your bag and hand him your notebook that is stuffed with other papers. “My typewriter broke so most of it is jotted down until I can type it up, but that’s it. That’s what it is so far.” Candice rushes over to sit next to Mike and they start reading what you’ve written. “If you read this and can honestly tell me that it’s written from the point of view of someone who’s fucking the drummer, or all of them plus the road crew, I’ll walk away.” You stand up from your chair and start pacing. “But I’m quite proud of what I’ve got there so far, and I really want to finish this, Mike.” He looks up at you. “You’re the one who sent me.”

He stands up as he hands everything to Candice, who is still reading. “I sent you because of your attitude. I knew if anyone could handle these guys for two months it would be you.” You stare at him, wondering why he seems to be feeling like he’s made a mistake. “We’re the only magazine they’re letting in, and …”

“Mike,” you say as you place a hand on his shoulder. “This is a huge chance you’ve given me. Do you really think I’m going to fuck it up?”

“This is really good, Mike,” Candice pipes up. “You should read it all.” She stands and holds your notebook in her hand, pointing down at it as she walks over to him. “I mean, do you really think she would have written this part about how childish he is if she…”

As you listen to her point out all of the negative things you’ve written about him – not that there was many – you realize exactly what Mike was worried about. If you leave all of that in, Roger will be pissed. If you take it out, you’re not exactly going to be telling the whole story.

“Stay on it,” Mike tells you. “And get a new typewriter because you can’t turn this mess in.” You smile and take the notebook from Candice. “Y/N, I’m serious. If I find out…”

“You won’t find anything out,” you smile.

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[melisusthewee]

I am going to tell you a story

I've already mentioned on here that I've taken up rock climbing. I go once a week with a couple of friends. It's good exercise, and I might go more often once the auto-belays are back up and running. We'll see. It's good to spend time with some friends who have been nothing but supportive and nurturing when it comes to what I've been going through. It's a nice distraction for a couple hours while I climb walls, and try to figure out puzzles, and throw all of my concentration into things.

But that's not what I'm here to tell you about today. And I am also not going to talk about the ex. It's not one of those posts. But I am going to tell you about a boy. Or several.

No, scratch that. I am going to tell you a story about men. And some badass women. Because as much as rock climbing with friends is good for me and is a good post-betrayal hobby, I really needed something that was just for me. Something I could focus on and put time and energy into, where I could meet new people who didn't know me or anything about me prior to the moment they first met me.

Which is exactly how (and why) I found AEMMA... otherwise known as the Academy of European Medieval Martial Arts.

To give you a basic rundown, the AEMMA is a HEMA-affiliated academy. But they do things a little differently. The curriculum is ever-evolving and they develop their curriculum primarily from the writings of Fiore dei Liberi who wrote an illustrated manuscript that covers fighting and combat from unarmed grappling all the way through to mounted combat. In addition to this specific manuscript focus (though they do also lift instructions from other manuscripts), more advanced members who have reached the scholler and free scholler rank are expected to assist in studying the source material, adding their thoughts and interpretations in order to further develop the program, as well as assist in teaching recruits.

So this is where I ended up, signing up for their intake class, enthusiastic about something both practical (in terms of the wrestling and dagger fighting) and unique (the sword fighting, and promises of eventually pole axe combat, sword and buckler, and full armour fighting), but also nervous as hell. HEMA groups sometimes can have... reputations. For being dramatic, cliquey, and in more recent years having an issue with being a target for alt-right infiltrators. I didn't know what to expect. Would I walk in and be the only woman? Would I be surrounded by metal heads? Basement nerd bros? Neo Nazis?

I show up to the first class, where the office door is open and two people are sitting inside. A woman with bright red hair, some of which has been braided in Celtic style jumps to her feet to welcome me and shake my hand. She introduces herself as one of the free schollers in the academy who also runs the warm up fitness class beforehand. I immediately notice her hands are covered in runic tattoos. She then hands me a waiver to fill out and tells me to just hand it back once I'm done so she can "WITNESS ME UPON THE FURY ROAD!!!"

I am then introduced to the other occupant in the room, a man sitting at a computer who is introduced as another one of the schollers and also the academy's secretary. If he's not in the office, Mr. Secretary (obviously not his real name) can be found either at his second job in the north end teaching children how to fence or practicing his fire breathing after hours when no one else is around. I can only describe this man as looking stereotypically like a samurai, long black hair pulled back in a simple tie. You would think the mention of the fire breathing would be the part he brags about. But no. Instead, he turns to me and grins. "The Russian and Chinese parents tell me I have full permission to make their children cry."

These people are weird and I love them already.

The remaining members of the new intake class gradually show up one by one. We all introduce ourselves, talk about what led us to be here, etc. Then we meet the senior scholler in charge of the intake class who takes us on a tour and shows us around the place, introducing us to the folks we're going to meet and the teachers who are going to beat us senseless with swords. It's honestly great, because the ongoing recruit class shows a big mix of both gender, age, culture, and fitness level. It's explained that the goal of the academy is to make it an open and welcome environment for people of all types who want to learn how to hit things with swords really well!

I decide to stay along with a couple of the other intakes after our intro lesson because Monday nights at the academy are Fight Nights. After the evening's lesson, the advanced recruits and the schollers basically get together in full sword fighting kits (those that have them), and two lists are set up for duels. It's open for schollers to fight each other, recruits to spar one another, or recruits to flag down a scholler and get in some one-on-one practice and lessons. And this is when I meet our next character - Jacques.

"Jacques" is not actually his name. I don't know his name yet. We were briefly introduced, but it was in passing so I've forgotten it! But I shall call him Jacques because he is extremely French.

So here we are. It's Fight Night. The advanced recruits and schollers are all changing into their kits. And out of the armoury walks Jacques. Dressed in his gambeson and gorget, battered leather gloves on his hands, fencing helmet tucked under one arm, and his broadsword held in the other. With the way this man's hair was combed and his beard trimmed, if it weren't for the New Balance sneakers on his feet you would have sworn this man had just walked out of the Hundred Years War. I had to do a double take. I am still not convinced he is not secretly a time traveller.

Lastly, we have Duncan who is our wrestling instructor and gets a mention because of Dragon Age. Duncan does not look anything like Warden Commander Duncan. He is stocky and broad-shouldered, and built more like DAO Alistair than Duncan. Duncan, however, gets a special mention because Wednesdays are Bologneise night where the schollers study a special Italian style of sword fighting. This style of fighting involves the use of a sword in one hand, and a dagger in the other. It is so on point that I had to share it with the rest of you.

I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to like this place.

[digitaltourbus]

(via Joey Jordison (of VIMIC, ex- Slipknot) – GEAR MASTERS Ep. 86 [VIDEO] | Digital Tour Bus)

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[diabloindigo]

Japan Travel Log (6/13-6/23/2018)

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Tokyo Drift

We landed in Narita and met up with our guide Norio. I almost had to act as second-in-command since one of our kids was sent to a doctor. and our tour sponsor went with the ill student She had had a seizure in flight and the airlines arranged for a doctor to meet us at the airport. The kid was OK...the doctor said the seizure more than likely stemmed from the fact that she was menstruating, dehydrated, a lack of sleep, and staring at her phone and TV screen for a long time. 

We were taken to Akihabara for shopping time before dinner. It’s a nerd’s paradise with shops selling anime merchandise, cosplay items, etc. This tour was more fast-paced than the 2015 excursion. I saw a lot of those little vending machines with plastic bubbles, but never got a chance to get one of the prizes. Last time it was a goose with yellow diarrhea. This year the theme was animals with Quagmire jaws. 

We went to the Asakusa Kannon Temple and Meiji Shinto Shrine. Then there was a lecture from an ex-sumo wrestler that was quite interesting. I learned that some of those guys have 20% body fat despite their size. 

Norio took us to a major shopping mall/arcade. I ended up by myself and was a bit anxious about getting lost. I found a Disney Store, bought some BH6 and Zootopia things before going into a noodle house and ordering bukkake noodles. I was more relaxed after lunch and found a Snoopy store but it was too late to really see much. 

Later on, after touring the city some more (Tokyo City Hall) we ate a sumo supper: 

The next day we went to a fisherman’s market and met up with some college students as part of an exchange program. Our sponsor presented the boys with Mexican candies. Only one of the students seemed to like the marzipan. Our student guide took us to Don Quijote for a brief shopping stint (I stocked up on plum kit-kat bars and Hachiko-themed fruit drops. My GoRuck pack was heavy toting ten cans of those candies. I was a little bummed about bypassing Hachiko’s statue, but it was packed with people who seemed amused that a cat was sleeping between the dog’s paws. 

That Saturday was a bit brutal on our feet. With the heavy traffic, the guide had us travel by metro and foot. We ventured into Harajuku. I kept to the stationary stores and a t-shirt shop where the clerk was more than happy to assist me in buying a few shirts for gifts (and take my yen). I would have liked to have gone into Burberry but I’d have spent an arm and a leg in there. It was crowded, balls packed with tourists. Even getting drinks at a Seven-Eleven was crazy. All aisles were full of people. I’m also thankful for my teacher bladder because there was only stop at the public restroom from Harajuku to the history museum. By the evening, I stopped at a��McDonald’s just to sit for a while and get off of my feet. 

On Top of the World

We spent the night in Hakone. 

This was from the Kamakura Shrine. A Japanese wedding procession even went by, reminding me of the Samurai Jack series finale. 

Norio was full of surprises, one of them being a surprise mini-hike to Mt. Fuji. 

That was fun. Granted I’m out of shape and couldn’t keep up with the group. I lingered near some sheds trying to get a selfie with the mountain behind me, urging the other students who stayed behind to start descending to the bus stop when it was time to leave. Stick to the edge of the trails. One, the center is for the gods and spirits only and two, there’s tiny fish aquarium-like granules in the center and more firm ground on the edge of the trail. 

Then there was the hotel. I think this was my favorite day in the entire trip. Our guide was very considerate about letting participate in Japanese customs and culture. You read a lot of books, watch TV shows about Japan, etc., but the real reason to go on these tours...live it. 

Norio gave us the rundown on the onsen. Our hotel overlooking the Pacific Ocean had a rooftop hot pool and he told us how to soak Japanese style (wear a yukata, and get in the water naked). I grabbed a yukata from the front desk and went to soak with Mel, an art teacher from Oregon. They arranged timetables so there would be an adults only time and a students only time. We got first soak before dinner. I’ve been to hot spring pools in Truth or Consequences, NM so the nudity thing didn’t weird me out much. Some of the NM pools have private pools where you either soak naked or with a swimsuit, and depending on my company, it can go wither way. But the public pools don’t allow nudity. So Mel and I soaked. Then I found a door leading outside and ventured out of the pool area finding a secret pool outside on the rooftop overlooking the Pacific Ocean. At that point, I felt like that guy from Titanic. It was invigorating standing up naked on the roof of a Japanese hotel, letting a light breeze graze over me as I watched the ocean. 

That was dinner. The guide even procured sake for the adults. 

Kyoto Stray

The next day we concluded our Hakone tour before boarding a Shinkansen to Kyoto. We didn’t know about the Kyoto earthquake until Norio received a call from the tour company asking if things were all right. I was a bit worried when Norio said our train was delayed due to the quake. I was already envisioning the group camping out in the station overnight waiting for a train. But our guide came through and got us on a late train, though most if us sat in the smoking car. Our guide was stressed out. He might not have shown it in his facial features or gestures, but I saw him sit with a guide from another group, both men drinking beers and lighting up as we rode out of Hakone. You do what you have to do, right? 

On the second day, things weren’t going too well. I had dropped an ice cream cone seconds after buying it (and I wanted something cold and sweet). I couldn’t really meditate on the Path of Contemplation because I was wondering if I was going the right way. 

The real kicker was getting separated from the group near dinnertime. We had stopped in a shopping arcade and I was not sure how to ask for a custom seal (stamp) in a shop so I dawdled a bit. The stamp would take twenty minutes to carve...plus I bought a weird stamp with a guy poking his head from underneath his ass for a co worker of mine, and a case for my own seal. 

I met up with some students from our group and one girl was having trouble buying a shiba inu doll from an inu cafe storefront. I loaned her some money, but in that time, our group was leaving for dinner. I told our sponsor to wait so i could pick up my stamps, but when I left the shop, the group was gone. And I didn't have cell phone service so I couldn’t get texts on where to go. 

I went to Starbucks for help, and the clerk pulled out a map suggesting that I go to the metro to get back to the hotel by Kyoto Tower. But I couldn't make heads or tails on which train to board or even how to buy a ticket for that matter. I walked along the underground for a couple of hours, studying the metro maps on the wall, but none had directions on getting to Kyoto Tower. I decided to return to the streets and get a cab. I felt like that guy from Shanghai Calling. (The part where Daniel Henney’s character hails a cab to his office and the cabbie tries to tell him it’s nearby, but at Henney’s persistence, ends up driving five feet away before showing him the office). With my luck, the hotel would be two minutes away. 

It was a fifteen minute drive. I paid the cabbie thanking him profusely. I’ve never been stranded like that without cell service to use Apple or Google maps, and I was afraid of missing my ride to Hiroshima in the morning. I was already envisioning myself walking all over Kyoto until daybreak. The stress killed my appetite; I went into a Lawson’s store but ended up replacing my food on the shelves and returned to the hotel to soak for half an hour in the tub before crawling under the comforter. I didn’t want to leave the room. I was also dreading getting a tongue lashing from Norio about time management and keeping up with the tour. If he was upset, he didn't show it. I never got chewed out. 

It’s late. I’ll continue with Hiroshima later. 

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[dreamings-free]

Steve Durham - Louis Tomlinson Tour Kit Rundown

Modern Drummer met up with Steve Durham, drummer and musical director for the Louis Tomlinson Faith in the Future World Tour. Steve gave us an in-depth look at his Gretsch USA Custom drums and spoke a bit about his early influences, career, and the Louis Tomlinson gig. The rundown took place at the Hard Rock Live in Hollywood, FL in 2023.

- Modern Drummer Magazine 31/3/24

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Nicky Romero Gives In-Depth Virtual Studio Tour

Romero showed off two of his newly-renovated workspaces via YouTube.

Nicky Romero has treated fans to an in-depth look at his newly renovated studio. In the form of a YouTube video, the Dutch producer detailed his workspace from top to bottom and shows how he creates his hits.

The first half of the video shows off the main production area complete with top-of-the-line speakers, keyboards, and more. He also explains some of his design choices and what feel he was going for when designing the room. The second half focuses on the recording space for live instruments and vocalists. Also included in this segment is a rundown of the pianos, drums, microphones, and other instruments that make up his arsenal.

At the end of the tour, he mentions that there will be more footage of the unseen rooms in his studio included in a future video. As of the time of writing, Romero has not announced when the second chapter of his studio tour videos will be released.

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[rahulprabhakar]

New post on my blog: Top Offbeat Destinations in Madhya Pradesh to Satiate Your Wanderlust URL: https://www.rahulprabhakar.com/2020/02/top-offbeat-destinations-in-madhya.html Excerpt: In this blog post, I cover the top offbeat destinations in Madhya Pradesh to satiate your wanderlust. The new year started on a fantastic note for me. First, my name was listed as one of the nominees for Best Blogger at the SATTE Awards 2020. This was my second nomination, that too in a row. And even though I did not win, merely seeing my name appear on the big screen in front of the who's who of the travel, tourism, and hospitality industry was so freakin' awesome! Post SATTE, I was inundated with inquiries and requests for my blog media kit. One invite, in particular, stood out from the rest. The Madhya Pradesh Tourism Board was requesting my participation in their first media familiarization tour of 2020. The three nights and four days FAM commenced from Delhi on January 30. As part of my itinerary, I was required to visit five cities in Madhya Pradesh - Indore, Omkareshwar, Hanuwantiya, Maheshwar, and Mandu. Through this post, I give you a rundown on each of these cities, with top offbeat destinations to satiate your wanderlust. @mptourism @mpstdcofficial @percept_emc (at Madhya Pradesh Tourism) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8tqieEHVPA/?igshid=ke1gf6mkt7w

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Faye Wong's passion for showbiz shows through in her concerts (2011)

Kubert Leung shares what it is like to be Faye Wong’s concert music director.

IF THERE is one thing Faye Wong is famous for, apart from her singing and acting, it is her dislike for chatter. Wong does not like talking. She does not enjoy giving interviews. She does not even like to indulge in light banter during her concerts.

However, that seems to be changing now that she has discovered the wonders of social media. An active microblog user, the Chinese superstar even tweets during concerts. But, that is a story for another day.

It’s been seven years since the Chinese pop diva last performed in Malaysia, and Wong, 42, is set to perform here again next month.

Last Friday, the Malaysian media had a brief telephone conversation with Wong’s concert music director Kubert Leung, who has known the singer for a long time.

“We entered the industry at about the same time and had the same manager and joined the same record label. She has not changed much,” shared Leung, who said that working on Wong’s concert for a year has left him with a deep impression of the immensely private singer.

“Our creative team has designed a show to excite your senses, whether visual or aural, with elements that will give you a different feeling at various stages of her performance.” Enigmatic: Faye Wong looking ethereal at her 2011 concert tour. The songbird is known to completely avoid chatter, even during her concerts, and her performances usually see her going from one song to another seamlessly.

The visuals were created by famed Taiwanese director Muh Chen with added input from internationally acclaimed Hong Kong film director Wong Kar Wai, and complemented with lighting effects by renowned Japanese lighting designer Mitsumasa Hayashi.

A creative sort, Leung had a tendency to describe his surreal ideas in abstract terms and preferred to keep mum over details of Wong’s upcoming show in Kuala Lumpur.

“Using the four seasons, it’s a cycle that starts with winter and continues through spring, summer and autumn, to represent rebirth. Hence, each stage in the change of seasons gives off a different vibe.

“Apart from costume changes, the song selection also changes with each stop. It all depends on her. If she’s bored with the rundown, we’ll suggest something else and she’ll mull over it.”

Does he discuss with Wong before translating abstract ideas into music?

“Actually, music is impossible to discuss. It’s something that must be worked on. We’d think up something, then I’d proceed with the ideas. I’d let her listen to it and get her feedback.

“What differentiates Faye Wong from other performers is that she doesn’t talk. Due to that, the bridging between songs has to be tighter to avoid any awkward silent pauses in between.

“Yet, because there is much to prepare as we move from one song to another, it’s all quite challenging. However, we’ve collaborated for quite some time now, so we’re familiar with each other’s idiosyncrasies.

“Once, she did grouse that there was no time to stop for even a sip of water.”

The question on everyone’s mind was “Why doesn’t Faye Wong talk?” Is it because she doesn’t like talking in general or she is too nervous to do anything but sing?

Pressed for a comment on Wong’s lack of banter, Leung said: “I think if the concert is well-organised and the show has developed its rhythm, too much talking will interrupt the flow. Since her performance mainly focuses on her vocals, there isn’t any need for her to talk.”

Admitting to feeling some pressure from her fans, she said: “Their expectations are exceptionally high, given that she has not performed in years.” (Wong took a hiatus since 2005 and only staged a comeback last year.)

Leung also had a message for concert-goers: “It’s going to be an awesome show. Please be on time for the show, so you won’t miss her entrance. Time is of the essence so we won’t be waiting for anyone.”

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SOURCE: THE STAR / SETO KIT YAN

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1970 Chevrolet Chevelle Pro Touring Roadster Shop

VIN: 136370K121714 Engine: Wegner Motorsports LS3 427ci Transmission: 6 Speed Manual Tremec T-56 Magnum Exterior Color: Lava Gray Pearl Roadster Shop ‘Fast Track’ chassis Strange Engineering 9-Inch Pro Iron rear end 3.89 gears Price: $249,888.00

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It was only last week when we were talking about the pros and cons of restoring and modifying a muscle car or any car for that matter. Dropping in a souped up engine is one thing, but nailing down the aesthetics can be a very fine balancing act. Basically, not too outlandish a re-design to be unsellable and generic enough to get the widest appeal, while still looking ‘enhanced.’ In this case, a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle has been given the Pro Touring treatment by renowned builders the Roadster Shop.

Firstly, it helps to have a renowned builder attached to a car. Even if your best mate recreated a vehicle to this standard, he firstly should get his name around as he clearly has skills, but he’s still an unknown quantity. A renowned builder speaks of a certain level of quality, plus it’s easier to find examples of their previous work and style. In this case it’s clearly still a Chevelle, just a very enhanced version. Not too overt, just classy enough to bring out the original features to their best. It also helps to have a shiny paint job that looks inches thick.

Looks are one thing, but the powertrain and rest of the mechanicals need to be in check. Tthis one sports a Wegner Motorsports built 427ci LS3 going through a Tremec T-56 Magnum Manual Transmission, which sits on a Roadster Shop ‘Fast Track’ chassis. This then flows to a Strange Engineering 9-Inch Pro Iron rear end, Tru-trac differential and 3.89 gears. A Wilwood Forged Superlite big brake kit sits at each corner with Forgeline SC3C wheels, 19×12″ in the rear and 18×10″ in the front.

The interior is all custom work with Recaro Sportster reclining bucket seats, Redline series gauges and Kicker in-dash controller to name but a few. If you’re interested in buying this thing, it is presumed you get a full rundown of all the modifications, what we are and ideally how much spent.

So, Renowned car builder, check. Top powertrain elements, check. Refined and not too overt interior, check and even the exterior looks appealing. Fantastic, but high quality builds also cost a lot. It goes with the territory and this one comes in at $249,888.00. Not cheap, but if you look around online for anything with a Roadster Shop chassis, they never seem to be under $100k. In the world of custom car builds, any renowned name attached does give an element of value. Like owning two designer shirts of equal quality. One has a know brand name, while the other has no brand. Guess which is worth the most?

Is this Chevelle worth the money? Yes and no. If you see the worth in a top-level, custom built and restored muscle car by a renowned builder and it’s more or less how you would have built one in the first place, then yes. The other benefit of buying into a custom build, previously owned by somebody else is that they put in all the hard work, hours and spend, which they can’t always recoup the costs from. However, if you just want a restored back to original shape 1970 Chevelle, ideally an SS model, then prices can be anywhere from $30k upwards for an example with a 350ci. V8.

A custom-build such as this one is far trickier to evaluate worth than say a well documented, numbers matching classic where prices are well documented by condition and originality. They are both in the category of show cars, but have completely different appeals.

If you’re in the market for a custom Chevelle, this maybe the one to shortlist.

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#1071hp 9 Second Chevelle SS #restomod