Well, well, my first fic VG :)

Actually, my first fanfic. :O

It'll take about five chapters, I think.

Ah, I apologize for grammatical errors and consistency. But English is not my native language, and maybe there will be some errors. : (

Probably, I'll post this fic in the original language, in Portuguese, when done this. ^ ^

1986; year of a changes. Year that began well.

Brian was going to find the new record label people. Unbelievable that, despite everything, he still prove popular. He doubted it sometimes. I mean, first, was his fake dead, at the time of Maxwell Demon, and all the fans against him. After, the revival of the star, with a lie: Tommy Stone. Brian never really liked the idea of Tommy Stone, but he saw himself stucked to it. And when that journalist ... Arthur Stuart, published a report showing that Brian Slade and Tommy Stone were the same person ... he really thought all was lost for him.

But he never could have provided what happened, never. With the fall of farce Tommy Stone, fans of Brian Slade had lift from the shadows. He gave a softly laught remembering a testimony of a fan:

"I and the others fans are really interesting, if Brian has something more to offer us. Ok, he was a motherfucker nice to us all, but we even still like him. But if pretend his dead or any similar thing, I'm going to kill him myself - really."

And came the new proposal... new recording studios. No so exaggerated this time. With a different style, but keeping his brand, Brian just got the love of his fans again.

While he was daydreaming, the elevator arrived. As his agent lived at the higher floor, it was quiet, and he let himself think again. He felt well, so happy as long not felt. He wore a long wide-brimmed hat, for not be recognized. Only his personal life and love, it permitted to bury it. As if just living his career, without his own life.

Never more talk to the old friends and loves. Dismiss Shannon after the farce Tommy Stone was discovered, and don't saw her anymore, which pleased him very much. Never more see his ex-woman, Mandy, and sometimes he missed her. Don't saw more his agent either, Jerry, which caused him great happiness. And Curt... oh, God, did not see him anymore. As much as dreamed of the moment that would revise Curt with a will that came to hurt him, he did not try because of a terrible fear of being rejected again by the love of his life.

And not allowed himself to found new loves. Cause it was always the same thing. Didn't matter if he was fucking a boy or a girl, always, always, ended up thinking of Curt. Thought very much of seeking him... but not would hold a second rejection. Decided to focus himself in his career, and if someone appeared... great. But he will not deceive himself with this.

Noticed that the elevator was empty. There was a single person, did not even look at his face. But the elevator was stopped. Broken. "Ah, shit", thought. It was just what was missing, broken elevator, with him inside.

"Shit, seems that the elevator broke" said the person next door, without looking at him again.

"Brian?" - person's voice asked.

The heart of Brian gave a jolt. That voice, no, it can not be. But when he raise his head, he contacted what he already knew.

"Curt?"

Shit. The last thing that Brian wanted was to get stuck in an elevator with the single person in the world that made him vulnerable and without reservation.

Beaten, I know ... but I had to write it...

Comments and criticisms are always welcome :)