Chapter Text
1994
Don't look down
'Cause we're still rising
Up right now
And even if we hit the ground
We'll still fly
Keep dreaming like we'll live forever
But live it like it's now or never
It's now or never (now or never)
The final chord rang out across Times Square and was met by raucous applause. The boys soaked it in. They had always dreamed of a night… of a show like this one and now it was here. They glanced at each other as people all over America praised them. They had done it. Sunset Curve was the most famous band in the country.
Jump to a few hours later. The boys were sat in a private VIP room with a direct view of the Times Square Ball which was eagerly waiting to drop. They had everything they could ever need for the night in this room; that included each other. Currently, Reggie was deep into the snack table, Alex was looking out of the large window down onto the streets packed with people, Luke was sat on the large leather couch fiddling with the tuning of his guitar and Bobby was pouring out four glasses of pepsi which he then passed out to each of the boys.
“Boys. Tonight deserves a toast.” Bobby stated, “To where we began, what we’ve achieved and what we’re going to do in the future. To Sunset Curve!”
“To Sunset Curve! ” the three other boys replied in unison.
Luke couldn’t believe that they were here. This band was his child. He was the one to approach the others and put the idea out there. They all thought he was crazy to think that they could become famous. And yet here they were. His best friends surrounded him. His boyfriend had crashed down beside him and leant his soft blonde hair onto his shoulder. This was it. This was the future for them. Who knew what the next year had in store… whatever it was, it was quickly approaching.
10, 9, 8...
The boys placed their drinks down and rushed over to the window.
7, 6, 5…
They took each other’s hands.
4…
They were going into 1995 together
3…
This was going to be their year.
2…
The energy in the air was palpable.
1…
This energy charged them for what was coming.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Celebration, chaos, family: the boys began jumping up and down, hugging and sharing a laugh. Luke pulled Alex to one side and started the year right with a passionate embrace and a kiss. This night was the best of Luke’s life… and then there was a knock at the door. Loud. Continuous. But it wasn’t at the door. It was at the window.
Luke shot up in his small but comfy bed in downtown LA. That dream had certainly been vivid… He was awake now yet the knocking continued at his window. It was almost midnight… Luke dreaded to think who or what this was.