a bit of telepathy and a bit of competition…
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XVII I: The big screen, the plastic made dreams, say you don't want it.
Tom rolls on the ground, laughing madly.
"How the fuck did you dress?"
"Hey! You had promised to me that you wouldn't laugh!" The poor Morgan protests, insulted.
"So do you really believe to an arch-devil's word? Oh, Morgy, your naivety makes you twice ridiculous!" The brunet laughs of him, shamelessly.
"Well, I know a certain devil who always keep his word when he gives it to a certain angel." The blonde asserts.
This makes Thomas lose his laughing mood.
He gets up.
"Yeah, indeed. That you for reminding to me why we are here." He grumbles. "Right after you." He spurs him.
"Err... so do I have to remain dressed like that?" Morgan stutters, unsure.
"Of course you have. On Carnival everything is allowed!" The brunet reassures him."Plus, you know what? This oh so transgressive side of you is so damn sexy!" He murmurs with silky voice, caressing his skirt of white tulle.
"I don't have any side!" The archangel snaps, removing that sinful hands from his costume. "Noe let's go!" He urges him, rather harshly, pulling him by the showy golden necklace Tom wears around his neck.
"I like so much even this dominant side of you!" The archdevil sensually chuckles, passing his tongue on his teeth.
His only answer, the blond tugs his necklace on purpose, strangling him.
"Shut up!" he almost growls.
"And this side of you so deliciously violent really drives me crazy!" The brunet insists, massaging his neck.
"Thomas, please..." The archangel moans, desperate.
"Are you begging me?! Someone should inform your holy boring Big Boss!" The archdevil grins, satisfied.
"You know what? Stay here, I'm going to go alone inside there!" The archangel snaps, running away, running away, without even minding at the wind that moves his tutu.
"No, Morgan, wait for me! I was only joking!" Tom runs after him.
For once, Morgan has to recognize that Thomas told him the truth. Inside the Madness, everyone is wearing such crazy costumes that he doesn't feel like a fish out of water anymore.
Without looking ridiculous - quite the contrary, earning some approving looks - , those two walk around the colourful crowd, until they reach a good position, in the fifth row, on the right side.
The Heaven, Earth& Hell are at the beginning of their gig and their driving the crowd crazy with a Nirvana cover.
Among a rolls on the tom-tom and an energetic blows to the drum dish, Dominic takes a look around, curiously, but what he sees shocks him so much that he throws his drumstick up in the air, but he manages to grab them immediately, so he can keep playing.
The crowd claps his hand excitedly, thinking that it's a very well done acrobatics.
"Maaatt..." He whispers, but the brunet is so engrossed pushing his guitar against the amplifier while he's playing that he seems that he's worshipping it.
"Psst! Matt!" Dom makes another attempt, using all the possible discretion, while Matt walks on the stage, showing a lot of self-confidence.
"Matthew..." Dom insists, raising his tone a little bit, while the brunet is so ecstatic that he put his guitar on his head and hold it in perfect balance, without ruining his fake halo.
There's no need to say that the crowd is acclaiming him.
Dominic passes a frustrated hand over his fake horns, before resorting to the ultimate weapon.
/MAAAAAAAAAAATT!/ Dom screams in his head.
Matthew is so caught off guard that he jolts, passing scared his fingers on all the frets of his guitar, in a discontinue way that didn't sound cacophonic at all.
Taking advantage of a break in his singing, Chris turns abruptly towards his two guardians, as if he wanted to reproach them both for stepping forward. It's evident that he didn't like that one bit.
After all, the bassist can't even begin to imagine what exactly happened.
/YOU, IDIOT! What's wrong with you? / Matthew growls nervously, turning to the source of his distraction.
/ You didn't leave me any other choice. I've tried to call you./ Dominic justifies, looking at him, but he doesn't stop playing.
Even the devil keeps playing, but he turns his back to the crowd, concentrating only on that gorgeous drummer who wears such a tight red suit.
/What's so impelling that you can't wait to tell me?/ He wonders.
/Didn't you notice anything weird in the crowd?/ The blonde questions him.
/They're all so weird tonight. What am I supposed to notice?/ the other points out, amused.
/ I don't know... maybe our Bosses, disguised in the weirdest way possible, standing up in the first rows on the right side?/ The angel explains, turning it into a question.
/ You are hallucinating, little angel!/ Matt shakes his head, sceptic.
/Have a look on your own, then./ The angel spurs him, shrewdly.
Matt does as he's been told and turns back immediately.
/Oh, shit, you're right, it's them for real!/ He admits, playing the last riff of their song.
Dom can have a little break, because he doesn't have to play the drums in that moment, so he takes advantage of that to roll his eyes.
/Matthew, you should try a less gross exclamation. I don't know, maybe 'Good Heavens!' would be a more decent choice!/ He reproaches the devil.
/I'll never say 'Good Heavens!', not even after the most unbearable torture ever!/ The devil points out, horrified.
Dominic smirks.
/You have just said that!/ He makes him notice.
/Wait... what? Hey, it's not fair this way!/ The outraged hellish creature protests.
/Didn't you say once that you like when I'm unfair?/ The coquettish heavenly creature winks at him, before resuming to play.
With the excuse that it's for the sake of the show, Matthew goes closer to the drums, until he can skim the angel's ear with his mouth.
"You're getting into the character you chose to dress way too much... and I like that!" he whispers, languidly.
Dominic jolts, a little embarrassed, and then he concentrates on the last drum solo.
"On second thought, I can say that I wore the proper outfit as well for the awful exclamation you made me say before, cheating!" The guitarist adds.
/Ehm-Ehm.../ someone else clears his throat in their minds and, shocked, when they turn they realize that it's Tom.
/Dear guys, are you done with this little comedy you're putting on?/ The quieter Morgan intervenes.
/So... can you hear us?/ Matthew asks their Bosses, very stunned.
/Sure as hell we can, you, newbie! You should study better the rules of telepathy!/ The archdevil makes fun of them.
/Well, we were just... / Dom tries to justify, but he's caught off guard as well.
In the meantime, the song is over and Chris has already announced the following one.
Dom is supposed to start it, but he's too astonished because of that unexpected intrusions and by those revelations.
Chris turns to the blond to urge him, but Dom doesn't even seem to acknowledge his presence.
Luckily, Morgan notices that.
/Guys, you'd better think only to your concert, now. There's time for private conversations later./ The archangel calm them down.
It's enough to make Dom – and consequently Matt – recover and they resume performing with all their energy.
Dominic waits until he locks eyes with Matt and then he doesn't waste any time.
/Well, Mattie… things could have been worse, at least we didn't say anything inconvenient… / He comforts himself, before realizing the unforgivable and naïve mistake he has just made.
/ You, feathered idiot! / Matt insults him, giving vent to his frustration with a noticeable jump, while he plays the guitar.
/ For such a little thing? Oh, don't worry, my dear guys. You were already drowning in troubles anyway!/ Tom evilly laughs in their minds. /Now, if you don't mind, could you please look in my direction more often? I'm trying to shoot a video here!/ he grumbles, holding tight his mobile camera.
The two supernatural musicians can do nothing but obey and Matt also asks Chris to do the same thing.
Their gigs end into a roar of clapping hands and excited yells. The three musicians are satisfied and flattered and leave the stage after thanking their crowd.
Paul goes back on stage, he's been a sort of showman of the night and he's doing that pretty well.
Not to be an exception to the rules of that night, he wears a costume, too and even without consulting his sister and her boyfriend, first, he chose a hero costume, too.
"Let's thank once again who is by now our avant-garde band and let's go on with the night." The boy commences. "It's time to give an award to the most daring costume of the night… and I've seen such weird stuff!" He giggles, pausing.
"Do you think that our costume are daring enough?" Dom asks Matt, unusually possessed by a desire of excelling.
"I don't think so, my little angel-little devil; not after all I've seen, at least." The devil disguised as an angel shakes his head, while they are observing everything from the performers area.
"To me is already a victory to wear this costume!" Chris beams proudly. "Although it wasn't very comfortable to play on stage with it!" He admits.
In the meantime, Paul s receives an envelope with the verdict.
"Dear my friends, you don't know that but during the whole night a jury has observed you, valuing all your costume and decreeing which his the best one." He reveals, drawing out the card from the envelope, slowly. "And it's a choice I agree with, let me say that." He adds, after glancing at the result.
"I've seen so many men dressed as women tonight, but no one else had ever dared to wear a classic ballerina's tutu so far!" Paul chuckles, arousing also the hilarity of the crowd.
"Wha… what is he talking about?" Morgan grumbles, utterly embarrassed.
"I guess that guy is talking about you, One-Thousand Feathers!" Thomas giggles, amused.
"That's why he's the winner!" Paul declares, before looking for that person in the crowd, until he finds him. "Hey, you, come on stage and take your award!" he invites him, pointing to the very agitated archangel.
"I'm fine this way, thanks, dear!" Morgan grumbles.
"Ah-ah, what a modest guy!" Paul giggles. "C'mon, buddy, go on stage. People, our friend here needs a bit of encouragement!" He urges the crowd.
"Go on stage, go on stage, go on stage!" the crowd screams and Tom – who is having lots of fun – is the one who screams the loudest.
Morgan can't help pleasing such a large majority.
"So, Morgan is the winner..." Dom grumbles, a little upset, but then he changes his mood. "Hey, this means that it's also the victory of our Realm!" He jumps to his own conclusion, smirking satisfied.
"Whatever you like, little angel!" Matt rolls his eyes, but he's amused.
"What's your name?" Paul asks the winner who finally has reached the stage.
"M-Morgan..." The archangel stutters, a little awkward.
"Who did you have such idea?" The anchorman grows curios.
"If I have to tell the truth, the fault; I mean, the credit goes to my dear friend, that hip hop dancer who stands in the first row." The blond points at him and everyone turns to stare at the brunet. "C'mon, Tom, go on stage with me!" Morgan invites him, sure that he's annoying his nemesis.
"Hey, guys, did you see how cool my Boss is? I want to dress like that, too, next time!" Matthew states, because now that Tom is on stage he can have a full vision of him.
"I don't know, neither do I particularly care. All I know is that I can't take my eyes off of Paul's costume! It's wonderful!" Dominic murmurs, bewitched.
"He's dressed like Spiderman!" Chris informs him, but then he notices the angel's dumbfounded expression. "But I guess you have no idea about who he is!" He adds and the blond shyly nods.
"I'll explain it to you later, okay?" The human promises and the angel agrees with a big, thankful grin.
"As I was saying, it was Thomas who suggested getting inspiration for our customs from the world of dance; but I misunderstood what he meant." Morgan does nothing but confessing the truth.
"I understand. Well, congrats to you, too, Tom, also yours is a very nice costume, but, I'm sorry, it's not daring enough." Paul says, patting the archdevil on his shoulder.
"You know what, Paul? I knew from the start that there couldn't be competition against such an undoubted Master of all the kinkiest transgressions!" Tom announces, having so much fun teasing his counterpart, which blushes instantly, staring at the parquet of the stage.
"Morgan," Paul wins his attention back. "What do you say? In such situation, would you like to share the award with your friend here?" He suggests to him.
"Why? What kind of award is it?" Morgan naively wonders.
"It's a very important award. A cheque of 1,000&!" The anchorman informs him, brightly.
"No way! I don't see why I should share it with him; after all I create my costume on my own!" The archangel lively protests.
Tom beams, extremely pleased.
/Well, well, Morgy, what's all this arid egoism, out of the blue? All my sincerely appreciations! / The archdevil congrats.
/Shut up!/ His nemesis snaps.
/You're rather repetitive tonight... / The other snorts.
/However, it's not what you think. Just wait and see... / The gorgeous blond smirks.
(End I)
So, are you curios to find out what Morgan is planning? Don't miss next part, also because there will be those private conversations.. and much more ^^
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