As Arthur began to apply his makeup as he sat on the small stool before the
mirror of the dressing room, he looked down at himself and wondered whether
he had over done it a little. Skin tight plum coloured shirt, black leather
trousers and pointed black boots...no matter what Curt said, he still felt
like an idiot.
"You OK?" Curt asked, leaning over Arthur's shoulder and staring into the mirror as he carefully applied his eyeliner. Arthur sighed and forced himself to smile,
"Little nervous." He admitted. Due to his slight uneasiness (terror), his accent distorted the words so they ended up as 'li-el nurvuss'. Curt snorted and raised an eyebrow.
"Relax man.Think of it this way. It's just you, me, the band, an audience of a thousand people and live coverage to all over the world." He teased, turning away to find his black lipstick. Arthur scowled.
"Ha bloody ha. Glad you find my terror amusing." He said flatly, standing and pacing the length of the room. Curt frowned and looked up,
"What's with you? We've done live shows before."
"Yeah, but not with live coverage all over the fucking WORLD!" Arthur half shouted. Curt sighed patiently and walked calmly over to his lover, wrapping his arm's around Arthur's waist and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"You are great. We are great...and if you mess up, I'll distract them by whipping out my stuff on stage and shocking the world into submission with my massive..."
"Ego?" Arthur supplied, laughing. Curt pretended to look annoyed and stalked back to the dresser like an irritated cat. Arthur reached towards him before stumbling slightly and gripping his head.
"Arthur!" Curt leapt to his side and Arthur felt himself being steered to a chair. "Don't over exert yourself remember? Jesus, this was such a bad fucking idea. We should go home...you're not well! Dr. Ainsthrop told you to get some rest and being the prick I am I just..."
"Curt, luv....shut up and get me a bruffen would you? I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy s'all." Arthur said, smiling despite the throbbing in his head. Curt chuckled despite himself and handed Arthur one of the pink pills, stroking his hair as he swallowed it.There was a knock at the door and a skinny, rather weedy pale man with blond deadlocks poked his head in,
"Guys, you're on in like, 6 minutes. Let's get going." He said, snapping his fingers and looking at his watch like a nervous stock broker. It was incessantly annoying.
Arthur nodded, giving a pleading look at Curt who looked close to thumping the guy one over the head. Curt gritted his teeth, gave the guy a two fingered salute and kissed Arthur deeply before pushing past the prat at the door and heading towards the area where he and the band were supposed to be. Arthur tried to concentrate on what the skinny guy was telling him, but it was difficult to do so when he his stomach was churning as fast as it was right then. "So, you remember all the cues we practiced in the rehearsals?"
"Yeah..sure." Arthur replied, wiping his sweaty palms on his sides.
"Good. Let's get gone. Chop chop!" The guy squeaked, walking quickly. Arthur followed, lagging behind a little until they came to the platform where he was to stand. He could hear the cheers and roars outside and swallowed.
Why did they have to be the opening act?
Someone handed him a microphone and he took it, closing his eyes for a moment when he heard the screams get louder as the lights grew dimmer.
Arthur rolled his neck muscles and took a deep breath as the platform began to rise into the white smoke above. The audience went wild as his head began to emerge from the mist and he half debated if he just go find a corner to hide in...Too late. He was on stage and the opening sounds had began playing.
For some reason, the moment when the song had been written flashed through his mind like a silent movie.
///"Curt?" Arthur shrugged off his coat and threw his keys in the general direction of the table. Such abandon condraticted his almost obsessive tidy streak and was a sure sign that he had had a Very Bad Day. "Curt?" He repeated, puzzled. He'd seen Curt's car out in the garage, so he knew he must be home...so why wasn't Curt answering? "Curt are you here?" He called, moving towards the music studio at the back. He entered quietly, a faint smile haunting his lips when he saw Curt's back hunched over something at his writing desk in the corner. "Hey." He said, walking towards him.
"What do you want?" Curt growled, not looking up. Arthur paused, frowning. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had a bad day.
"Just got off the phone from Dr. Ainsthrop." He said wearily, flopping onto the couch behind him.
Curt laughed. He actually laughed.
"Like I fucking CARE!" He yelled hysterically through his manic laughter. Arthur froze, his entire body tensing up. He moved to his feet and roughly grabbed Curt's shoulders, hauling him to his feet. "What the fuck?!"
"I can't believe it." Arthur muttered, shaking his head.
"Jesus goddamn..."
"You bastard. After all these years! I thought I could trust you! You promised me you wouldn't get back into that shit Curt! You almost DIED the last time you were into drugs! You promised me!! " He yelled, physically shaking Curt.
Curt started laughing again.
"What? Like it matters? I'm Curt Fucking Wild! I get to do whatever I want and you can't tell me any different. You're just a distraction! If Brian came back, do you really think I'd hang about with a whiney little bitch like you?!" He mocked, leaning in so close Arthur could see the thin crust of white powder lining his nostrils. Arthur shoved Curt backwards, a single tears leaking defiantly out from the barrier Arthur had raised.
"No, I don't suppose you would. I'll leave you here with your powder then. Hope you're happy together." He hissed, turning away from the man sprawled in an untidy heap on the floor.
He should have known it would happen eventually. He should have know the truth would come out. He stormed out of the house, forgetting to put a coat on as he slammed the door shut and furiously strode up the pavement. Walking without a coat in New york in November, Arthur discovered, was not a very good idea. He stepped into some all night coffee shop and shook the snow out of his hair as he sat down at the table in the furthest corner from the large windows. He ordered a coffee (black, no sugar) and soon found himself writing, scribbling lyrics on a napkin. He wasn't sure what he was writing exactly, and he didn't really care. He just needed to concentrate on something. He sat there for hours, ordering coffee and ignoring the world moving about him. He stuffed the napkin of lyrics in his pocket before he left, and checked himself into a hotel for the night.
He went back the next morning to find the apartment in ruins, with Curt lying in the middle of the broken pots and shattered mirrors, sobbing like a beautiful angel that had fallen to the earth. He stood in the doorway, unmoving as Curt noticed him and begged forgiveness, confessing that he had started again because he had been upset.
"Why?" Arthur had forced out. Why? Why was he upset? Why had he broken the trust they had kept since the beginning? Why hurt Arthur so terribly when he had promised not to?
"Dr Ainsthrop called me...he told me what you have...I can't deal with losing you Arthur. I thought if I pushed you away now...God it hurts so much! It's NOT FAIR!" Curt smashed his fist into the floor, not seeming to notice when it began to bleed. Arthur's eyes widened and he ran to him, lifting the hand to inspect it. He kissed it gently and suddenly, before either of them knew it, they were kissing desperately, tearing off each other's clothes.
"Love you you silly sod." Arthur had whispered as they lay tonelessly on the floor.
"Love you."////
"Dig your polished nails into the dirt,
Snort the stuff up,
Wipe the hurt off.
You know it tears my heart out when you,
Flirt with danger and any stranger.
You're not as stupid as I look,
Before I could read,
You wrote the book.
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Held my hand when I got my first tattoo,
I was naked when it penetrated.
Told everyone I'd slept with you,
Thought you'd like it knew you wouldn't deny it.
St.Arthur's gunna be unfaithful.
Tell God he's got a dirty angel.
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Babe you're not the first,
Here on earth dear,
Cause I'm still here,
And I'm cursed too.
Cursed like you.
Hush, baby sleep now.
Cause love you.
I always will...
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Babe you're not the first,
Here on earth dear,
Cause I'm still here,
And I'm cursed too.
Cursed like you." Arthur grinned rakishly at the crowd, all previous fears forgotten as the wild guitar solo began and he turned to see his lover (clad in skin-tight faded jeans, sheer black shirt and large steel toe boots) who was jumping up and down as he played, his bleached hair creating a sort of odd halo about his head as his whole body moved in time with the music.
Arthur stalked towards him, his body moving like a cat stalking it's prey. The audience screamed their approval, but Arthur could hear nothing but the addictive scream of the guitar. He jumped down off the platform to his lover, shutting his eyes as he leant and kissed Curt full on the mouth as the whole world watched...
Curt didn't seem to mind at all.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Heh. That was fun. I know I said I'd write Arthur's song myself but I just can't be arsed, so this song is in fact stolen (with some minor adjustments). It's Robbie William's song 'Cursed'. I'm not actually a big fan of his, but believe me, if you haven't heard this song already, you absolutely HAVE TO. It's fabulous. Go. Buy. Listen. Be shocked.
Waaahh! Arthur is ill! I am such a bitch! I'm going to make you wait till the next chapter before you get to find out what's wrong with ickle Arthur...
Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think!
Oh, and don't get all happy too soon, there may be trouble for our favorite couple in the future *cackles and rubs hands together in an altogether unpleasant manner*
"You OK?" Curt asked, leaning over Arthur's shoulder and staring into the mirror as he carefully applied his eyeliner. Arthur sighed and forced himself to smile,
"Little nervous." He admitted. Due to his slight uneasiness (terror), his accent distorted the words so they ended up as 'li-el nurvuss'. Curt snorted and raised an eyebrow.
"Relax man.Think of it this way. It's just you, me, the band, an audience of a thousand people and live coverage to all over the world." He teased, turning away to find his black lipstick. Arthur scowled.
"Ha bloody ha. Glad you find my terror amusing." He said flatly, standing and pacing the length of the room. Curt frowned and looked up,
"What's with you? We've done live shows before."
"Yeah, but not with live coverage all over the fucking WORLD!" Arthur half shouted. Curt sighed patiently and walked calmly over to his lover, wrapping his arm's around Arthur's waist and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"You are great. We are great...and if you mess up, I'll distract them by whipping out my stuff on stage and shocking the world into submission with my massive..."
"Ego?" Arthur supplied, laughing. Curt pretended to look annoyed and stalked back to the dresser like an irritated cat. Arthur reached towards him before stumbling slightly and gripping his head.
"Arthur!" Curt leapt to his side and Arthur felt himself being steered to a chair. "Don't over exert yourself remember? Jesus, this was such a bad fucking idea. We should go home...you're not well! Dr. Ainsthrop told you to get some rest and being the prick I am I just..."
"Curt, luv....shut up and get me a bruffen would you? I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy s'all." Arthur said, smiling despite the throbbing in his head. Curt chuckled despite himself and handed Arthur one of the pink pills, stroking his hair as he swallowed it.There was a knock at the door and a skinny, rather weedy pale man with blond deadlocks poked his head in,
"Guys, you're on in like, 6 minutes. Let's get going." He said, snapping his fingers and looking at his watch like a nervous stock broker. It was incessantly annoying.
Arthur nodded, giving a pleading look at Curt who looked close to thumping the guy one over the head. Curt gritted his teeth, gave the guy a two fingered salute and kissed Arthur deeply before pushing past the prat at the door and heading towards the area where he and the band were supposed to be. Arthur tried to concentrate on what the skinny guy was telling him, but it was difficult to do so when he his stomach was churning as fast as it was right then. "So, you remember all the cues we practiced in the rehearsals?"
"Yeah..sure." Arthur replied, wiping his sweaty palms on his sides.
"Good. Let's get gone. Chop chop!" The guy squeaked, walking quickly. Arthur followed, lagging behind a little until they came to the platform where he was to stand. He could hear the cheers and roars outside and swallowed.
Why did they have to be the opening act?
Someone handed him a microphone and he took it, closing his eyes for a moment when he heard the screams get louder as the lights grew dimmer.
Arthur rolled his neck muscles and took a deep breath as the platform began to rise into the white smoke above. The audience went wild as his head began to emerge from the mist and he half debated if he just go find a corner to hide in...Too late. He was on stage and the opening sounds had began playing.
For some reason, the moment when the song had been written flashed through his mind like a silent movie.
///"Curt?" Arthur shrugged off his coat and threw his keys in the general direction of the table. Such abandon condraticted his almost obsessive tidy streak and was a sure sign that he had had a Very Bad Day. "Curt?" He repeated, puzzled. He'd seen Curt's car out in the garage, so he knew he must be home...so why wasn't Curt answering? "Curt are you here?" He called, moving towards the music studio at the back. He entered quietly, a faint smile haunting his lips when he saw Curt's back hunched over something at his writing desk in the corner. "Hey." He said, walking towards him.
"What do you want?" Curt growled, not looking up. Arthur paused, frowning. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had a bad day.
"Just got off the phone from Dr. Ainsthrop." He said wearily, flopping onto the couch behind him.
Curt laughed. He actually laughed.
"Like I fucking CARE!" He yelled hysterically through his manic laughter. Arthur froze, his entire body tensing up. He moved to his feet and roughly grabbed Curt's shoulders, hauling him to his feet. "What the fuck?!"
"I can't believe it." Arthur muttered, shaking his head.
"Jesus goddamn..."
"You bastard. After all these years! I thought I could trust you! You promised me you wouldn't get back into that shit Curt! You almost DIED the last time you were into drugs! You promised me!! " He yelled, physically shaking Curt.
Curt started laughing again.
"What? Like it matters? I'm Curt Fucking Wild! I get to do whatever I want and you can't tell me any different. You're just a distraction! If Brian came back, do you really think I'd hang about with a whiney little bitch like you?!" He mocked, leaning in so close Arthur could see the thin crust of white powder lining his nostrils. Arthur shoved Curt backwards, a single tears leaking defiantly out from the barrier Arthur had raised.
"No, I don't suppose you would. I'll leave you here with your powder then. Hope you're happy together." He hissed, turning away from the man sprawled in an untidy heap on the floor.
He should have known it would happen eventually. He should have know the truth would come out. He stormed out of the house, forgetting to put a coat on as he slammed the door shut and furiously strode up the pavement. Walking without a coat in New york in November, Arthur discovered, was not a very good idea. He stepped into some all night coffee shop and shook the snow out of his hair as he sat down at the table in the furthest corner from the large windows. He ordered a coffee (black, no sugar) and soon found himself writing, scribbling lyrics on a napkin. He wasn't sure what he was writing exactly, and he didn't really care. He just needed to concentrate on something. He sat there for hours, ordering coffee and ignoring the world moving about him. He stuffed the napkin of lyrics in his pocket before he left, and checked himself into a hotel for the night.
He went back the next morning to find the apartment in ruins, with Curt lying in the middle of the broken pots and shattered mirrors, sobbing like a beautiful angel that had fallen to the earth. He stood in the doorway, unmoving as Curt noticed him and begged forgiveness, confessing that he had started again because he had been upset.
"Why?" Arthur had forced out. Why? Why was he upset? Why had he broken the trust they had kept since the beginning? Why hurt Arthur so terribly when he had promised not to?
"Dr Ainsthrop called me...he told me what you have...I can't deal with losing you Arthur. I thought if I pushed you away now...God it hurts so much! It's NOT FAIR!" Curt smashed his fist into the floor, not seeming to notice when it began to bleed. Arthur's eyes widened and he ran to him, lifting the hand to inspect it. He kissed it gently and suddenly, before either of them knew it, they were kissing desperately, tearing off each other's clothes.
"Love you you silly sod." Arthur had whispered as they lay tonelessly on the floor.
"Love you."////
"Dig your polished nails into the dirt,
Snort the stuff up,
Wipe the hurt off.
You know it tears my heart out when you,
Flirt with danger and any stranger.
You're not as stupid as I look,
Before I could read,
You wrote the book.
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Held my hand when I got my first tattoo,
I was naked when it penetrated.
Told everyone I'd slept with you,
Thought you'd like it knew you wouldn't deny it.
St.Arthur's gunna be unfaithful.
Tell God he's got a dirty angel.
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Babe you're not the first,
Here on earth dear,
Cause I'm still here,
And I'm cursed too.
Cursed like you.
Hush, baby sleep now.
Cause love you.
I always will...
Cursed, since your birth dear,
And your worst fears,
Will all come true.
Babe you're not the first,
Here on earth dear,
Cause I'm still here,
And I'm cursed too.
Cursed like you." Arthur grinned rakishly at the crowd, all previous fears forgotten as the wild guitar solo began and he turned to see his lover (clad in skin-tight faded jeans, sheer black shirt and large steel toe boots) who was jumping up and down as he played, his bleached hair creating a sort of odd halo about his head as his whole body moved in time with the music.
Arthur stalked towards him, his body moving like a cat stalking it's prey. The audience screamed their approval, but Arthur could hear nothing but the addictive scream of the guitar. He jumped down off the platform to his lover, shutting his eyes as he leant and kissed Curt full on the mouth as the whole world watched...
Curt didn't seem to mind at all.
TO BE CONTINUED
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heh. That was fun. I know I said I'd write Arthur's song myself but I just can't be arsed, so this song is in fact stolen (with some minor adjustments). It's Robbie William's song 'Cursed'. I'm not actually a big fan of his, but believe me, if you haven't heard this song already, you absolutely HAVE TO. It's fabulous. Go. Buy. Listen. Be shocked.
Waaahh! Arthur is ill! I am such a bitch! I'm going to make you wait till the next chapter before you get to find out what's wrong with ickle Arthur...
Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think!
Oh, and don't get all happy too soon, there may be trouble for our favorite couple in the future *cackles and rubs hands together in an altogether unpleasant manner*