Chapter 17: New Year, New Chapter
As usual, Angel was patiently waiting backstage to perform. Today was different, though. Today was June 22nd, 1993. it was Angel's 18th birthday. Of course, Queenie and Fred thought he was older than 18. Angel had to lie about his age to get into the club in the first place. "They probably think I'm 19," he thought, knowing full well that he could pass for 15 if he really wanted to. People always thought he was younger than he really was.
Today he was dressed especially nice. He was wearing the gorgeous pink satin dress that Queenie had bought him the first time they went to Dancing Queen. He paired the short, knee-length dress with white platform sandals that laced up to just below his knees. He was wearing the same blonde wig he had worn the night he'd seen Lenny, only now it was paired with a glittering pink headband. Angel felt beautiful, and he was excited to perform. It was still around noon, so he was going to perform his toned- down day routine, leave to get lunch, then return to seat guests for a while, then, finally, perform his more raunchy night routine, with a birthday celebration to follow.
"Here she is, Ladies and gentlemen, the fabulous Miz Angel Schunard!" Fred recited the introduction as he did day in and day out. When Angel walked on stage, prepared to take the mic out of Fred's hand, eh was greeted by a large white banner, sparkling with the words "Happy Birthday Angel." Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, he gazed out at the faces of the audience, mostly business people on their lunch breaks, and the waiters, dressed in classy black and white drag get ups. The other performers, led by Queenie, filed out onto the stage, carrying balloons and presents.
"We all wanted to surprise you, babe," Fred continued speaking to a shocked, flattered, and now 18-year-old Angel. "Almost three months ago, this beautiful kid walked in here, just looking for a bathroom. Let me tell y'all, he was the most scared-looking thing I'd ever seen. Now, here we are, with one of the most fabulous performers in the East Village!" Fred exclaimed, eliciting applause from the cheerful audience. "Ang, we love you. Happy Birthday, beautiful." He kissed Angel on the cheek.
"And you get the day off, sweetie, so go and enjoy yourself," Queenie added in, hugging and kissing him as well.
Smiling proudly, tears glistening in his eyes, he quietly stepped off the stage, leaving the club with cheers and a chorus of "happy birthday" fading into the background.
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The East Village was surprisingly quite on the Wednesday afternoon. Angel welcomed the quiet, though. He was used to the loud, pounding music of the club. After having just left, the cheers still rang inside his skull as he strolled down Avenue B looking for something interesting to do.
He was in a real shopping, and was looking for a funky little boutique or something, where he could find some neat clothes. Dancing Queen was always an option, but drag shopping was something he preferred to do with Queenie. She was a dangerous shopper, but definitely the most fun.
As he continued his aimless troll, he noticed a new, small shop he'd never encountered before. Granted he usually didn't get too much time to bum around the neighborhood, he still had never seen this quaint little boutique.
"Model Boy," he read out loud, staring up at the recently painted, yet still crumbling sign.
Looking in the window, he noticed the chic display. The clothes looked like the stuff he liked to wear when he wasn't in full-drag. They were tighter shirts with slightly-flared jeans. Definitely a gay man's clothing paradise, Angel thought. Plagued by curiosity, Angel entered the store. He did have hours of time to kill, after all.
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The boutique was tiny, like a little hole in the wall. It was quite obvious that the store had just opened; there were boxes everywhere, but racks of clothing were set up amongst them.
"Oooh! This is CUTE!" Angel squealed, picking up a tight black t- shirt with a red "X" in the middle. He plucked a size small off the rack, and decided to pair it with an equally fashionable pair of jeans; dark blue with a glittering waistband and trim around the leg openings. "Where's the dressing room?" he wondered out loud, as he paced aimlessly around the store, in his full-drag get up. hearing a thump in the corner, Angel jumped, startled, and turned as a man walked out form behind a shelf.
"Oh, sorry," he blushed, as clear ocean-blue eyes widened at the sight of the radiant drag queen, "I didn't hear anybody come in. is there anything I can help you with?"
Amber-hazel eyes bugged out of Angel's head as he marveled at the man. This boy was a true hottie. He looked like a model plucked straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. His plaid short-sleeve button- down shirt hung open, revealing a fitted gray t-shirt that flaunted pronounced stomach muscles. His bulging biceps popped out form the cropped sleeves. Large calf muscles stood out against cargo khaki shorts. The naturally blonde-highlighted hair was styled with gel, spiked up in spindly needles around his head.
"Yeah, I uh. um. is there a. a. dressing room?" Angel stumbled over his words, in awe of the man's model-like appearance. Fitting that the store was named Model Boy.
"Oh, well. um, you see, I just opened this up a week ago, and I haven't really gotten a fitting room up yet."
"Oh." Angel trailed off, disappointed that he wouldn't be the proud owner of this fashionable ensemble.
"But, I haven't really had time to set up a return policy, either," he confessed, "So here's what I'm gonna do. You take that outfit, go home, try it on, and if you like it, come back and pay. If not, then come back anyway to exchange it. Completely free of charge,"
"Oh my gosh! That's so sweet of you! Thank you, darling!" Angel exclaimed, ecstatic. "But, I've gotta warn you, you can't be that trusting with everyone: You're in New York City, after all."
"Hmm, I never thought of that."
"I take it you're not from around here?"
"Yeah. Yuppie New England scum here," he said, raising his beefy hand, "I couldn't wait to get out."
"Ah, I see. Well then, you're gonna need a little help. I've been living in the city my whole life, granted I'm only 19. my birthday's today, actually. So let me be your guide. I'm Angel Schunard," he said, extending his hand.
"William Dumott the 4th, call me Will. Happy birthday, by the way," he said, winking at the drag queen and shaking his hand. As was expected, Will's handshake was hard and strong. He wasn't too much taller than Angel, but that was due to Angel's gigantic wedge-heeled shoes.
"Thank you. I love the clothes here, by the way. Do you design them?" Angel asked, unable to keep his eyes off Will.
"No, I wish I was that talented! My ex-boyfriend -."
"BOYFRIEND?! You're -," Angel asked, shocked.
Will interrupted, "Surprised, aren't you. I bet you've never met a yuppie New England fag before. That would be me," he laughed, "the one and only."
"I just can't believe it. I mean, the clothes are. not exactly your average straight male's top choice but. wow, I don't know. It's not good to assume things now, is it," Angel said, embarrassed.
Placing his hand gently on the small of Angel's back, Will reassured him, "Hey, it's fine. I assumed you were gay."
"How many straight drag queens have you met?" Angel asked, skeptically. Will, staring at him blankly, said nothing. "Exactly."
"Point taken. But did you really think I'd just give you clothes if I wasn't trying to get a date?" Will asked him, revealing a mischievous smirk.
"Wait, what?" Angel asked, caught off-guard.
"A date. You and me. You're beautiful, and I'd like to get to know you some."
"I-I can't," Angel replied, sadly.
"Aw, come on. You told me I could use some help getting around the city. So help me out," he persisted.
"No no no, honey, you don't understand. I'd LOVE to go on a date with you. I mean. look at you!" he exclaimed, giving Will a quick once- over. "But I can't. I mean, I perform at the club, so I'm busy every night. Have you ever been to Club Tran a few blocks down?"
"No, I haven't really had time to walk around the neighborhood I just got my place 2 weeks ago, and i've been so busy."
"It's a drag club. I perform there every night, and some afternoons as well. But you're lucky," he said, lacing his hand in Will's, "I had my only day off today, and I stumbled in here."
Will smiled sincerely, staring into Angel's eyes deeply, and squeezed his hand back.
"I'll tell you what. I'll be performing around 9. Why don't you stop by, and when I'm done, we can head out and get some food, or something. I'll take you to my favorite restaurant. My treat."
"Sounds good, but I can't let you treat on your birthday." Will insisted, still holding his hand.
Whispering almost inaudibly, Angel suddenly embraced Will, wrapping his skinny arms lovingly around him, saying "Today for you." Puzzled yet happy, Will responded and hugged Angel as well.
After a while, they broke away from each other, still gazing longingly into each other's eyes.
"Uh, I've still got a couple of hours before I've got to go back to the club. Would you like some help around here?" Angel asked, sincerely.
"Yeah, I'd love that, actually. If you can, unpack some clothes and fold the boxes up and put them up there on the shelf, in that closet," he said, pointing to the closet where he had emerged from, just moments ago.
"Okay, let's get to work!" Angel squealed, delighted to be helping out this new friend.
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Angel's arms ached from moving so many boxes, and unfolding and refolding so many clothes. He thought it would be a nice, relaxing couple of hours that he could spend with Will, but, obviously he was wrong. He and Will had shared some nice conversation, however. Angel had told William all about his past, his parents, Lenny, and Queenie. Actually, the majority of the afternoon had been Angel talking and Will listening, intently.
Will enjoyed Angel's company. He'd never met a drag queen before, and he was in awe. Angel was beautiful. He was damn skinny, so he looked fabulous in the tight pink sating dress he was wearing. He thought it was impossible for a man to look that good in women's clothing, but Angel had surpassed all of his expectations. Not to mention, of course, that Angel was the sweetest, most kind-hearted human being he'd ever met. He'd had a tough life and, despite everything, Angel was still so caring. Will was amazed at his every move.
Will walked over to the closet, empty box in hand. Struggling, Angel was attempting to get the box on the shelf, which was obviously too high for him. He'd taken his shoes off a while ago, claiming it was much easier to do the dirty work without the heels. Grinning, Will put down the box quietly, and snuck up behind Angel, grabbing him around the waist and tickling him.
"EEK!" Angel yelped, laughing loudly, "Will!" He tried to bat Will's hands away, but it was no use.
He wrestled Angel, who was laughing uncontrollably, to the floor, hovering on top of him. Abruptly, Will stopped tickling him, as Angel placed his delicate hands on Will's shoulders and, with surprising force, pulled him down on top of him, pressing their lips together.
William never believed in a fireworks kiss, like the kind of thing in the movies. He never thought that one could truly feel the spark of love at the first kiss. Angel changed all of that. Angel changed a lot of things.
Still in mid-kiss with Will, Angel shut his eyes and saw pink sparkles. "This is it," he though, "This is what love feels like."
Finally, breaking away from the kiss, still in a powerful embrace, the men looked at each other, both smiling brilliantly.
"Wow," Angel mumbled, as Will proceeded to get up off the floor, offering his hand to help the drag queen up.
"Yeah, agreed," Will said, smiling at Angel, who was considerably shorter than him, now that his shoes were off.
Looking at Will's watch, Angel cursed and began to lace up his shoes. "Shit, I really need to go," he said, fumbling to put the gigantic platform sandals on. "Got a pen and paper?" asked Angel, frantically.
"Uh, yeah. What for?" Will questioned.
"I need to give you the address of the club, because I'll go nuts if I don't see you again," he said, all in one breath, staring lovingly at the man.
"If you tell me, I'll remember. I tend to not forget things that are important."
"Well, in that case." he giggled, taking hold of Will's hand once his shoes were ties. "It's right on the corner of 11th street and Avenue C. You know your way around here yet?"
Laughing, Will replied, "Not at all."
"Okay. We're on 14th street and Avenue B now. Go that way," Angel pointed over his shoulder, "until you get to Avenue C. Then, you just got a few blocks that way," he pointed in a different direction, "till you get to 11th street. There's gonna be a huge, long line of people and a big, gold, blinking sign that says 'Club Tran.' Just tell the security guard you're with Angel Schunard, and he'll let you right in."
"Okay. Not as complicated as I thought. What time do you want me to get there?"
"Around 8:30, if it's alright. I usually go on around 9, but sometimes they switch up the schedules. As soon as I'm done, I'll run out and we can go eat, or something," Angel explained. Kissing Will once again, lightly on his lips, "I'll see you later, Honey."
Will watched as the drag queen sauntered out the door, looked back at him with a bright smile, then proceeded down the street to return to the club. Touching his lips, he felt the glitter and lipgloss from Angel's sweet kisses still lingering. Shutting his eyes, he smelled the fresh scent of Angel's perfume in the air, recalling the touch of his amazingly soft skin.
Smiling and humming a tune to himself, he got back to work. Dazed and happy, he began to count down the minutes until he would see Angel again.
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As usual, Angel was patiently waiting backstage to perform. Today was different, though. Today was June 22nd, 1993. it was Angel's 18th birthday. Of course, Queenie and Fred thought he was older than 18. Angel had to lie about his age to get into the club in the first place. "They probably think I'm 19," he thought, knowing full well that he could pass for 15 if he really wanted to. People always thought he was younger than he really was.
Today he was dressed especially nice. He was wearing the gorgeous pink satin dress that Queenie had bought him the first time they went to Dancing Queen. He paired the short, knee-length dress with white platform sandals that laced up to just below his knees. He was wearing the same blonde wig he had worn the night he'd seen Lenny, only now it was paired with a glittering pink headband. Angel felt beautiful, and he was excited to perform. It was still around noon, so he was going to perform his toned- down day routine, leave to get lunch, then return to seat guests for a while, then, finally, perform his more raunchy night routine, with a birthday celebration to follow.
"Here she is, Ladies and gentlemen, the fabulous Miz Angel Schunard!" Fred recited the introduction as he did day in and day out. When Angel walked on stage, prepared to take the mic out of Fred's hand, eh was greeted by a large white banner, sparkling with the words "Happy Birthday Angel." Feeling tears welling up in his eyes, he gazed out at the faces of the audience, mostly business people on their lunch breaks, and the waiters, dressed in classy black and white drag get ups. The other performers, led by Queenie, filed out onto the stage, carrying balloons and presents.
"We all wanted to surprise you, babe," Fred continued speaking to a shocked, flattered, and now 18-year-old Angel. "Almost three months ago, this beautiful kid walked in here, just looking for a bathroom. Let me tell y'all, he was the most scared-looking thing I'd ever seen. Now, here we are, with one of the most fabulous performers in the East Village!" Fred exclaimed, eliciting applause from the cheerful audience. "Ang, we love you. Happy Birthday, beautiful." He kissed Angel on the cheek.
"And you get the day off, sweetie, so go and enjoy yourself," Queenie added in, hugging and kissing him as well.
Smiling proudly, tears glistening in his eyes, he quietly stepped off the stage, leaving the club with cheers and a chorus of "happy birthday" fading into the background.
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The East Village was surprisingly quite on the Wednesday afternoon. Angel welcomed the quiet, though. He was used to the loud, pounding music of the club. After having just left, the cheers still rang inside his skull as he strolled down Avenue B looking for something interesting to do.
He was in a real shopping, and was looking for a funky little boutique or something, where he could find some neat clothes. Dancing Queen was always an option, but drag shopping was something he preferred to do with Queenie. She was a dangerous shopper, but definitely the most fun.
As he continued his aimless troll, he noticed a new, small shop he'd never encountered before. Granted he usually didn't get too much time to bum around the neighborhood, he still had never seen this quaint little boutique.
"Model Boy," he read out loud, staring up at the recently painted, yet still crumbling sign.
Looking in the window, he noticed the chic display. The clothes looked like the stuff he liked to wear when he wasn't in full-drag. They were tighter shirts with slightly-flared jeans. Definitely a gay man's clothing paradise, Angel thought. Plagued by curiosity, Angel entered the store. He did have hours of time to kill, after all.
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The boutique was tiny, like a little hole in the wall. It was quite obvious that the store had just opened; there were boxes everywhere, but racks of clothing were set up amongst them.
"Oooh! This is CUTE!" Angel squealed, picking up a tight black t- shirt with a red "X" in the middle. He plucked a size small off the rack, and decided to pair it with an equally fashionable pair of jeans; dark blue with a glittering waistband and trim around the leg openings. "Where's the dressing room?" he wondered out loud, as he paced aimlessly around the store, in his full-drag get up. hearing a thump in the corner, Angel jumped, startled, and turned as a man walked out form behind a shelf.
"Oh, sorry," he blushed, as clear ocean-blue eyes widened at the sight of the radiant drag queen, "I didn't hear anybody come in. is there anything I can help you with?"
Amber-hazel eyes bugged out of Angel's head as he marveled at the man. This boy was a true hottie. He looked like a model plucked straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. His plaid short-sleeve button- down shirt hung open, revealing a fitted gray t-shirt that flaunted pronounced stomach muscles. His bulging biceps popped out form the cropped sleeves. Large calf muscles stood out against cargo khaki shorts. The naturally blonde-highlighted hair was styled with gel, spiked up in spindly needles around his head.
"Yeah, I uh. um. is there a. a. dressing room?" Angel stumbled over his words, in awe of the man's model-like appearance. Fitting that the store was named Model Boy.
"Oh, well. um, you see, I just opened this up a week ago, and I haven't really gotten a fitting room up yet."
"Oh." Angel trailed off, disappointed that he wouldn't be the proud owner of this fashionable ensemble.
"But, I haven't really had time to set up a return policy, either," he confessed, "So here's what I'm gonna do. You take that outfit, go home, try it on, and if you like it, come back and pay. If not, then come back anyway to exchange it. Completely free of charge,"
"Oh my gosh! That's so sweet of you! Thank you, darling!" Angel exclaimed, ecstatic. "But, I've gotta warn you, you can't be that trusting with everyone: You're in New York City, after all."
"Hmm, I never thought of that."
"I take it you're not from around here?"
"Yeah. Yuppie New England scum here," he said, raising his beefy hand, "I couldn't wait to get out."
"Ah, I see. Well then, you're gonna need a little help. I've been living in the city my whole life, granted I'm only 19. my birthday's today, actually. So let me be your guide. I'm Angel Schunard," he said, extending his hand.
"William Dumott the 4th, call me Will. Happy birthday, by the way," he said, winking at the drag queen and shaking his hand. As was expected, Will's handshake was hard and strong. He wasn't too much taller than Angel, but that was due to Angel's gigantic wedge-heeled shoes.
"Thank you. I love the clothes here, by the way. Do you design them?" Angel asked, unable to keep his eyes off Will.
"No, I wish I was that talented! My ex-boyfriend -."
"BOYFRIEND?! You're -," Angel asked, shocked.
Will interrupted, "Surprised, aren't you. I bet you've never met a yuppie New England fag before. That would be me," he laughed, "the one and only."
"I just can't believe it. I mean, the clothes are. not exactly your average straight male's top choice but. wow, I don't know. It's not good to assume things now, is it," Angel said, embarrassed.
Placing his hand gently on the small of Angel's back, Will reassured him, "Hey, it's fine. I assumed you were gay."
"How many straight drag queens have you met?" Angel asked, skeptically. Will, staring at him blankly, said nothing. "Exactly."
"Point taken. But did you really think I'd just give you clothes if I wasn't trying to get a date?" Will asked him, revealing a mischievous smirk.
"Wait, what?" Angel asked, caught off-guard.
"A date. You and me. You're beautiful, and I'd like to get to know you some."
"I-I can't," Angel replied, sadly.
"Aw, come on. You told me I could use some help getting around the city. So help me out," he persisted.
"No no no, honey, you don't understand. I'd LOVE to go on a date with you. I mean. look at you!" he exclaimed, giving Will a quick once- over. "But I can't. I mean, I perform at the club, so I'm busy every night. Have you ever been to Club Tran a few blocks down?"
"No, I haven't really had time to walk around the neighborhood I just got my place 2 weeks ago, and i've been so busy."
"It's a drag club. I perform there every night, and some afternoons as well. But you're lucky," he said, lacing his hand in Will's, "I had my only day off today, and I stumbled in here."
Will smiled sincerely, staring into Angel's eyes deeply, and squeezed his hand back.
"I'll tell you what. I'll be performing around 9. Why don't you stop by, and when I'm done, we can head out and get some food, or something. I'll take you to my favorite restaurant. My treat."
"Sounds good, but I can't let you treat on your birthday." Will insisted, still holding his hand.
Whispering almost inaudibly, Angel suddenly embraced Will, wrapping his skinny arms lovingly around him, saying "Today for you." Puzzled yet happy, Will responded and hugged Angel as well.
After a while, they broke away from each other, still gazing longingly into each other's eyes.
"Uh, I've still got a couple of hours before I've got to go back to the club. Would you like some help around here?" Angel asked, sincerely.
"Yeah, I'd love that, actually. If you can, unpack some clothes and fold the boxes up and put them up there on the shelf, in that closet," he said, pointing to the closet where he had emerged from, just moments ago.
"Okay, let's get to work!" Angel squealed, delighted to be helping out this new friend.
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Angel's arms ached from moving so many boxes, and unfolding and refolding so many clothes. He thought it would be a nice, relaxing couple of hours that he could spend with Will, but, obviously he was wrong. He and Will had shared some nice conversation, however. Angel had told William all about his past, his parents, Lenny, and Queenie. Actually, the majority of the afternoon had been Angel talking and Will listening, intently.
Will enjoyed Angel's company. He'd never met a drag queen before, and he was in awe. Angel was beautiful. He was damn skinny, so he looked fabulous in the tight pink sating dress he was wearing. He thought it was impossible for a man to look that good in women's clothing, but Angel had surpassed all of his expectations. Not to mention, of course, that Angel was the sweetest, most kind-hearted human being he'd ever met. He'd had a tough life and, despite everything, Angel was still so caring. Will was amazed at his every move.
Will walked over to the closet, empty box in hand. Struggling, Angel was attempting to get the box on the shelf, which was obviously too high for him. He'd taken his shoes off a while ago, claiming it was much easier to do the dirty work without the heels. Grinning, Will put down the box quietly, and snuck up behind Angel, grabbing him around the waist and tickling him.
"EEK!" Angel yelped, laughing loudly, "Will!" He tried to bat Will's hands away, but it was no use.
He wrestled Angel, who was laughing uncontrollably, to the floor, hovering on top of him. Abruptly, Will stopped tickling him, as Angel placed his delicate hands on Will's shoulders and, with surprising force, pulled him down on top of him, pressing their lips together.
William never believed in a fireworks kiss, like the kind of thing in the movies. He never thought that one could truly feel the spark of love at the first kiss. Angel changed all of that. Angel changed a lot of things.
Still in mid-kiss with Will, Angel shut his eyes and saw pink sparkles. "This is it," he though, "This is what love feels like."
Finally, breaking away from the kiss, still in a powerful embrace, the men looked at each other, both smiling brilliantly.
"Wow," Angel mumbled, as Will proceeded to get up off the floor, offering his hand to help the drag queen up.
"Yeah, agreed," Will said, smiling at Angel, who was considerably shorter than him, now that his shoes were off.
Looking at Will's watch, Angel cursed and began to lace up his shoes. "Shit, I really need to go," he said, fumbling to put the gigantic platform sandals on. "Got a pen and paper?" asked Angel, frantically.
"Uh, yeah. What for?" Will questioned.
"I need to give you the address of the club, because I'll go nuts if I don't see you again," he said, all in one breath, staring lovingly at the man.
"If you tell me, I'll remember. I tend to not forget things that are important."
"Well, in that case." he giggled, taking hold of Will's hand once his shoes were ties. "It's right on the corner of 11th street and Avenue C. You know your way around here yet?"
Laughing, Will replied, "Not at all."
"Okay. We're on 14th street and Avenue B now. Go that way," Angel pointed over his shoulder, "until you get to Avenue C. Then, you just got a few blocks that way," he pointed in a different direction, "till you get to 11th street. There's gonna be a huge, long line of people and a big, gold, blinking sign that says 'Club Tran.' Just tell the security guard you're with Angel Schunard, and he'll let you right in."
"Okay. Not as complicated as I thought. What time do you want me to get there?"
"Around 8:30, if it's alright. I usually go on around 9, but sometimes they switch up the schedules. As soon as I'm done, I'll run out and we can go eat, or something," Angel explained. Kissing Will once again, lightly on his lips, "I'll see you later, Honey."
Will watched as the drag queen sauntered out the door, looked back at him with a bright smile, then proceeded down the street to return to the club. Touching his lips, he felt the glitter and lipgloss from Angel's sweet kisses still lingering. Shutting his eyes, he smelled the fresh scent of Angel's perfume in the air, recalling the touch of his amazingly soft skin.
Smiling and humming a tune to himself, he got back to work. Dazed and happy, he began to count down the minutes until he would see Angel again.
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