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Scott Weiland had always been an icon to Chester, so when he put his hand on his shoulder, pressing down ever so slightly, Chester gladly got to his knees.
The crowd cheered.
Scott's hand caressed his cheek, then settled on his head. He was still singing, both of them were, but while it came easy to Scott, Chester struggled to remember to even hold up his microphone.
And when words finally failed him, he let his hands run over Scott's thighs and planted a kiss on his crotch.
The crowd cheered louder.
And Chester felt like he just found God.