Title: Headliners
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG 13
Length: 489 words
Content notes: Swearing
Author notes:
Summary: Festivals have more than one stage. And scheduling conflicts

“You know we’re headlining Saturday night?” Loch asked. “Only the Yesterday’s Heroes stage obviously but pretty fucking cool, right? You gonna come watch us?”

“Saturday night?” Lex repeated. “The ten til midnight slot?”

“The headline slot,” he reiterated. “Yeah.”

“Matt’s playing,” she admitted.

Loch rolled his eyes. “Course he is, he’s the fucking darling of the music industry, isn’t he? It’s fine, don’t worry about it, go see your tousle haired pretty boy.”

Lex rubbed the side of her temple as she looked across at him - the man she’d lusted after since she was a kid, the man who’d got her into music and made her aware of all the injustices in the world before she’d even had a clue about politics. Yesterday’s Heroes, what a kick in the teeth!

“I’ve seen every gig he’s played since we met,” she admitted. It sounded kind of pathetic now she said it out loud, and yeah it wasn’t as if she didn’t like his music but it’d been about support, support bordering on superstition on his part sure but...it’d been years.

“Like I said go and watch him,” he said with a shrug. “I just thought you might enjoy being on the side of my stage for a change., hearing some real music.”

Lex bit back a smile at that. She liked Matt’s music, but Loch’s...Loch’s inspired her to want to change the world, to scream and shout and not just accept the bollocks the ruling class tried to force them to. Matt’s music was a distraction, Loch’s was a call to arms.

“You like my music better, just admit it,” he said.

“So what if I do?”

“So come and watch a real fucking band for a change, not some pretty boy in eyeliner and leather trousers.”

“Are you really gonna make me point out you wore leather trousers for most of the late 80s?” she asked. “Also you do know that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about, yeah?”

“Yeah. Which for the record I still don’t fucking get.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Guy’s a fucking poser.”

“Wasn’t aware you even knew him.”

“Aye well-”

“Loch, I like you a fuck of a lot, yeah? But you know jack shit about Matt. Yeah shove a camera in his face and he’s a poser. He’s a fucking rock star, what do you expect? Pretty sure you were the same, way back when. Point is he’s not always like that. Oh here he’s totally on form, but when we leave, the fucking second we pull off out this site he’s gonna stop and he’s gonna be my tired, sulky, sardonic boy, til someone makes him laugh and grin in a way that makes my fucking stomach flip and reminds me no matter how fucked the world is there’s that fucking smile.”

“Jesus, anyone’d think you loved the prick.”

“Anyone would, yeah.”