I was only able to watch D3 get hype and the very start of their opening song before I got that feeling in my stomach. This is wrong.
They should be going on after me. I can't do this. "Yes you can, Dave." I jumped mid-pace at John's voice. Did I say that out loud? I really need to stop doing that.
I was on the verge of being sick. An anxiety attack? Another? I pressed my back against the wall and sank to the ground, my face buried in my knees again, my shades hurting hte bridge of my nose.
Breathe Dave. Just breathe. I closed my eyes and felt tired all the sudden. "Dave? Are you okay?" John asked, sitting beside me, putting his arms around my shoulders. I shook my head, too nervous to talk. "It's okay, I'm here. Just breathe." He pulled me closer to him so that I was leaning against his shoulder.
D3's third song started. I had about thirty minutes to get over this. "John, I really don't think I can do this. But if I bail, everyone will think I'm a loser." I said against my knees.
He laughed. "So? Who cares what they think?" He said softly, pulling his fingers through my hair now that my hood was down. It was relaxing. "I know how amazing you are. So do the others. If a bunch of people who don't know the real you want to pass judgement, they have no right."
"Why are you saying all this John?" I asked, feeling a new sense of nerves flutter in my stomach.
"Because I love you Dave. I know you can do anything you put your mind to." He said it like we exchanged these words every day. I looked up at him. "Yes, I know what I said. I meant it." I swallowed hard and sat up.
He reached after me, taking off my glasses. Again, on instinct, I brushed my hair in my eyes, hiding their red-brown color. John tsked at me and moved my hair away, making me clsoe my eyes. "Dave." He sighed.
His arm wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. I gasped slightly as his lips met mine. Our first kiss.
With no interruptions. Yes, I've kissed other people, including Bro, but this... This was special. He's special.
I pulled him into my lap, not breaking the kiss as my arms wrapped around his waist. He straddled me, making me bend my knees up so he was even closer to me as his hands moved into my hair, his fingers wrapping in it.
When he pulled back, I was panting, my chest raising and falling as I looked up at him now. He took in a low breath as my odd colored eyes met his blue, his hand cupping my cheek. We sat in silence for a moment and I started to feel like a freak. Nobody had eyes like me and I knew this.
"Dave, your eyes are amazing." He said, his thumbs running across my cheeks before he kissed me softly again. "Everything about you is amazing." Another kiss. "I love you, Dave Strider." I smiled at him and hugged him tight.
"I love you too, John." I kissed his shoulder, on the brink of tears now. Happy tears. He hugged me back.
"You ready to go back?" He asked into my hair. I shook my head, making him laugh. "Wanna make out?" He asked, making me look up at him with a quick nod. D3 was on their fourth song, and I know them like the back of my hand.
I would hear the opening of their last song and head back. John's mouth was on mine a moment after his question, his lips so soft against mine that I couldn't help but groan in the back of my throat.
It seemed like time flew as we kissed, his hands tugging at my hair as my hands groped his butt and held him tighter. I deepened the kiss, licking at his lips, silently asking if it was okay. His tongue met mine, circling and twisting before it slipped into my mouth, making me moan quietly.
John. He filled my mind and my senses. It seemed like only a couple minutes had passed when I heard the start of D3's closing number and it took everything I had to pull John away from me. "We gotta go. I have a venue to rock." I smiled at him.
He grinned back and nodded. We got up, he brushed off my shorts and we headed back to where Dadbert was. Just before we turned the last corner, I flipped my hood up and over my eyes, sticking the fabric tape on the hem to my nose where my glasses usually sit.
I handed John my shades and kissed his forehead ligthly. We walked over to Dadbert, hand in hand. He raised his eye brows at us for a moment, but when Jake picked up the small pelet gun, he focused on them again, his jaw dropping as Jake shot the huge balloon filled with glitter that was over the crowd, making glitter rain all over the fans, gaining screaming laughs and the usual screams of 'I LOVE YOU' or 'I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES'.
Yeah, I got them too, but it was way more awkward seeing as D3 were all gay as fuck. I mean I am too, but they know that D3 is nothin but gay and it's not like they hide it.
As it came to the last few lines of the song, I grabbed Dadbert and John's arms, pulling them back a little. They both gave me questioning looks until the fire spat out behind D3, making them both jump about a foot in the air.
Sparks fell to the floor as they pulled their final pose, the curtians closing on them with a heavy fluttering noise. The four minute intermisson started and they all ran over to us, clicking their hands free mic sets off as they met us.
I took Bro's and slipped it over my ear, leaving it off. As I looked across the darkened stage, I saw one of our roadies rolling out my set.
Turning to John, I kissed his forehead quickly and ran out to set up my tech and make sure everything was ready. There was a time set for my intro song when the my part started.
My heart was racing in my chest, but I wasn't nervous. I was...excited. As the intermission song started to end, I shook out my limbs and got into the zone.
When the curtian opened again, I wasn't Dave. I was Dj D Stri. And I was ready to put on the best show of my life.
