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The show was over and the boys were lounging on chairs in a small room resembling a closet backstage. The only light in the room trickled in from a small skylight on the ceiling, and a cool, steady breeze slid in through the cracks in the wall.
Everyone was tired; no one was really saying much. Drew would make the occasional humorous remark, and would be met with a slight chuckle from Ed or Joe. The only one who was silent was Dave.
Dave was watching Drew.
There was nothing peculiar about that. Dave spend most of his waking hours glancing at Drew whenever the opportunity arose, but with the shadowy room giving him some kind of camouflage, he found he couldn't take his eyes off the man across the room.
Drew was beautiful. Anybody: male, female, gay, bi, straight - would say the same. His face was perfectly structured: his soft lips, gentle yet euphoric expression, his chiselled cheekbones and sharp jawline - Drew was perfection in human form.
'Dave?' Joe asked, softly. 'You okay man? You're being awfully quiet.'
'Hmm?' Dave replied. He was only half listening to Joe. No mater how hard he tried, he couldn't seemed to pull his eyes away from Drew's striking complexion.
Drew turned to face Dave.
'Dave I think your face is stuck,' he chuckled. He was smiling a perfect smile, his snub nose turning up and his eyes crinkling.
Dave didn't reply. He looked down hastily, his face pink, a cheeky smile spreading across his cheeks.