The Show Must Go On
Jan. 3rd, 2022 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
basmastareFrom Nexus Writing Prompt 3. "Are you ready yet? You've been in there for hours."
Sigurd was now banging on the bathroom door for the second time in over half an hour. Inside were Bjorn and Lars doing their make-up and god only knew what else. The whole regime of the two men cause both Sigurd and Ulrik, who was putting on his leather pants, to roll their eyes at their prissy band mates still in the bathroom. How long had it even been? Well over an hour and the band had to go on stage in less than ten minutes!
"How long are you two going to be in there? We're due on stage in less than ten minutes. Get your asses out of there!"
There was a lot of giggling coming from the other side of the door and Sig just turned to face Ulrik who was now sitting on the chair, pulling on his boots, near ready because he hardly wore any make-up. Even for a glam metal rock star he was mostly just dressed in leather pants and a denim jacket because Ulrik was the boyish, masculine one. No glitter, pink shades, leopard print or feminine look. Just Ulrik. Sigurd was dressed in his usual tight black leather pants, heeled boots and a leather jacket which was open at the front. No shirt since the bassist got too hot on stage if he wore anything under usually.
"Go away, daddy!"
Sigurd's head snapped back to the bathroom door when he heard those words. Daddy! That was Bjorn. Fuck him for calling him that! The stoic bassist just sighed, pinching his nose but then stepped back as the door finally opened with Lars slipping out. He had his make-up done, his hair the way he liked it and his clothes, which was much more feminine in appearance than both Sigurd and Ulrik. The tarty drummer gave both men a wink as he reached for his pack of smokes, lighting up and relaxing on the large sofa close by. Bjorn, however, was still inside the bathroom. The door now re-locked because he was still busy getting prepared.
"Bjorn? You need to get out of there right now. We're on in less than five!"
Fuck.
The trashy singer just giggled and stuck his tongue out from inside. Of course no one could see through the wooden door so the rest of the band were waiting for their singer. As per usual. Sigurd, often viewed as the dad of the band and the more responsible one was now banging on the door harder because this was getting stupid. Ulrik had gotten up and was now brushing his blond hair, hoping Bjorn would come out on his own accord. Even Lars was sporting a tarty look because he didn't want to have to rush all because Bjorn couldn't get his ass out of the bathroom in time.
Finally, Bjorn stepped out of the locked bathroom, giggling and snorting with laughter. He was drunk. Of course he was. Oh great. Sig just rolled his hands, snatching the bottle of vodka out of his right hand and passing it to Ulrik, who stashed it under the chair. Bjorn pouted and then found himself being shoved right out of the dressing room and down into the hallway.
"What have I said about getting smashed before a performance, Bjorn? You keep doing this and then you end up fucking up the lyrics."
Bjorn shook his head and Ulrik noticed a load of pink glitter cascade off the singer's hair to land near his feet just where he was walking behind. How much glitter did one man need?
"I'm not drunk! This is just for my stage fright, daddy Sig."
Bullshit. Sig just frowned at the name and shoved Bjorn forwards once more as they neared their destination. The stage. The name daddy Sig was being used for a reason and Sigurd wasn't about to tempt the singer into revealing more about it.
"Just don't keep taking forever in the bathroom. It's fucking ridiculous."
Bjorn just responded with a tongue out. So mature.
Sigurd was now banging on the bathroom door for the second time in over half an hour. Inside were Bjorn and Lars doing their make-up and god only knew what else. The whole regime of the two men cause both Sigurd and Ulrik, who was putting on his leather pants, to roll their eyes at their prissy band mates still in the bathroom. How long had it even been? Well over an hour and the band had to go on stage in less than ten minutes!
"How long are you two going to be in there? We're due on stage in less than ten minutes. Get your asses out of there!"
There was a lot of giggling coming from the other side of the door and Sig just turned to face Ulrik who was now sitting on the chair, pulling on his boots, near ready because he hardly wore any make-up. Even for a glam metal rock star he was mostly just dressed in leather pants and a denim jacket because Ulrik was the boyish, masculine one. No glitter, pink shades, leopard print or feminine look. Just Ulrik. Sigurd was dressed in his usual tight black leather pants, heeled boots and a leather jacket which was open at the front. No shirt since the bassist got too hot on stage if he wore anything under usually.
"Go away, daddy!"
Sigurd's head snapped back to the bathroom door when he heard those words. Daddy! That was Bjorn. Fuck him for calling him that! The stoic bassist just sighed, pinching his nose but then stepped back as the door finally opened with Lars slipping out. He had his make-up done, his hair the way he liked it and his clothes, which was much more feminine in appearance than both Sigurd and Ulrik. The tarty drummer gave both men a wink as he reached for his pack of smokes, lighting up and relaxing on the large sofa close by. Bjorn, however, was still inside the bathroom. The door now re-locked because he was still busy getting prepared.
"Bjorn? You need to get out of there right now. We're on in less than five!"
Fuck.
The trashy singer just giggled and stuck his tongue out from inside. Of course no one could see through the wooden door so the rest of the band were waiting for their singer. As per usual. Sigurd, often viewed as the dad of the band and the more responsible one was now banging on the door harder because this was getting stupid. Ulrik had gotten up and was now brushing his blond hair, hoping Bjorn would come out on his own accord. Even Lars was sporting a tarty look because he didn't want to have to rush all because Bjorn couldn't get his ass out of the bathroom in time.
Finally, Bjorn stepped out of the locked bathroom, giggling and snorting with laughter. He was drunk. Of course he was. Oh great. Sig just rolled his hands, snatching the bottle of vodka out of his right hand and passing it to Ulrik, who stashed it under the chair. Bjorn pouted and then found himself being shoved right out of the dressing room and down into the hallway.
"What have I said about getting smashed before a performance, Bjorn? You keep doing this and then you end up fucking up the lyrics."
Bjorn shook his head and Ulrik noticed a load of pink glitter cascade off the singer's hair to land near his feet just where he was walking behind. How much glitter did one man need?
"I'm not drunk! This is just for my stage fright, daddy Sig."
Bullshit. Sig just frowned at the name and shoved Bjorn forwards once more as they neared their destination. The stage. The name daddy Sig was being used for a reason and Sigurd wasn't about to tempt the singer into revealing more about it.
"Just don't keep taking forever in the bathroom. It's fucking ridiculous."
Bjorn just responded with a tongue out. So mature.
