A/N - Two fics in one night... I'm on a roll! Another Sid and Motley fic, and this one's for CrayolaxSmiles for asking so nicely for more, and Werepuppy Black for making me write, as well as giving me a few bits of dialogue.

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"Thank you, and good night!"

Sid and Motley quickly covered their ears as Galileo said goodbye, as a split second later he was almost screamed off the stage. It happened at every show - while they, as well as a few other inhabitants of the Heartbreak Hotel, stood at the side of the stage, others tried to get as close to the Dreamer as possible, with screams that would put a few Banshees to shame. Whilst all the fans screamed some more as Gaz left the stage, Sid and Motley wandered over to him, placing their arms around his shoulders.

"You should really watch that high note, Dreamer" Sid said, fighting back a smile.

"Hearing a voice crack really isn't that fun" Motley shrugged and they both moved away quickly before he realised what they said.

"Remind me why we put up with you two again?"

"Because we're so stunningly beautiful?" Sid suggested, trying not to laugh.

"Nah, that's not it" Meat said as she pushed past them, only to recieve some charming hand gestures in return. "Ooh, nice" she laughed and made her way out of the old arena, only to be surrounded by more screaming fans the second she opened the door, who all looked dissapointed when they couldn't see Galileo.

"Or because we don't act like brain dead sluts around you" Motley said with a sweet smile, motioning to the girls outside. "Have fun".

They both left the arena, fighting their way through the crowd, completely unphased by whispers of 'how nasty are their clothes?'.

"Will they ever learn?" Sid sighed as they finally got past the last few people. Music may have returned, just like free thinking, but most people still just didn't get it. They may have swapped their lycra for leather and denim, but underneath it all they were still GaGa kids, just in different colours. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they all wanted to be Bohemians, they were just too identical for it to work.

"I doubt it, but we can dream" Motley rolled her eyes, and they both watched as Galileo left the remains of the building, only to dissapear into a crowd of purple and black hair, corsets and leather skirts.

"How long d'you think he'll be stuck here for this time?" Sid asked, amused at the sight of a hand clutching a pen waving around.

"Dunno, he didn't manage to leave for about fourty-five minutes before. He's moving pretty fast though"

"Bet you a bottle of vodka he's here for an hour"

"You're on"