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“An Interview with Lance McClain 72 Hours Before ‘Lapis’”

‘It’s quite an adjustment to go from growing up on a farm in Cuba to being a paladin of Voltron to being the future of pop music, yet Lance McClain appears to have done it flawlessly. The pop star, with his previous two albums ‘Azul’ and ‘Indigo’, destroyed records previously held by the highest-ranking queens of pop. McClain’s top singles include ‘Interstellar’, ‘Recuérdame Siempre’, and ‘Home (At Last)’. His music, in his own words, bridges the gap between his identities. ‘My music allows me the chance to show off all aspects of my identity: Cuban-American, transgender, queer, or as I like to call it, bisexual, biracial, and bilingual. It’s such a good outlet to express myself as a whole, not just a part that’s acceptable and palatable to a specific audience. My art has allowed me to show the world my authentic self in a way I could only dream of as a child.’ Their work blends the sounds associated with pop: synthy melodies and catchy vocals, with elements of reggaeton and Afro-Cuban jazz, something McClain says is very near and dear to his heart. With the release of his third album, ‘Lapis’, coming in just a few days, we sat down with the pop icon themself to chat about the album, life after Voltron, and his upcoming sold-out tour.’

@lancemcclainstanacct - GUYS. T-MINUS 3 DAYS UNTIL #LAPISDAY

@babyblue - @lancemcclainstanacct i’m gonna laPISS myself i’m so hype

@lancemcclainstanacct - @babyblue The block button is looking so hot rn.

@lancealot - guys have you seen the tracklist?? i just know that planets apart is going to wreck me and water my crops

@paladinfan - just a friendly reminder #lancemcclainstans not to participate in rpf and ship Lance with real people! that’s gross and invasive!

When they arrived back on Earth, the paladins were met with a sudden wave of fame, their faces plastered on every billboard and news channel to exist. The others hid away from the fame as well as they could: Shiro hiding in his apartment with Adam and working on their relationship, Pidge focusing on their tech, Hunk creating his universe-wide catering service, Keith went with the Blade, and Allura moving to New Altea to rule. 

Lance, however, took to fame like a fish to water and made no attempts to leave.  He interacted effortlessly with the press and fans, charming interviewer after interviewer with funny anecdotes and sparkling smiles. 

Then, they took it one step further.

Lance became a bonafide pop star. 

While the career shift from paladin to singer seems extreme, it wasn’t to Lance. Back at the Garrison, Lance would sit with his guitar and a notepad and write about everything: from homesickness to being rejected by Jenny Shaybon for the 7th time. Now, they took the pain of the past years: being in space, falling in and out of love, loneliness, the war, and scribbled his feelings down in lines. They grabbed their guitar from his mama’s house in Varadero and began to create melodies. Eventually, they had a half-decent album and managed to get Coran’s help producing the songs — for an alien, Coran knew a lot about Earthling music tastes. The tracks eventually found their way to a studio executive and had Lance turned into a universe-wide sensation faster than he could blink.

It was overwhelming how it all happened, one day he was just a kid from Cuba, and the next their face (and ass) were plastered on every billboard this side of the Milky Way. Some days, Lance could hardly believe it himself, so they took to googling himself. Not in a narcissistic way. More like he was curious about what the public thought of them, whether this was all true or just an extended dream. Perhaps crashing the pilot simulator at the Garrison gave him an extreme concussion and made them hallucinate their life for the past 8 years. 

Lance flopped on his sofa, long limbs stretched in every direction, as he absentmindedly scrolled through the articles that appeared when googling ‘ Lance McClain’. The articles ranged from theorizing who his songs were about (he was never going to tell. at least, not yet) if they were part alien (definitely not - he couldn’t be more Cuban if he tried.), or if their fans were as rabid as they seemed (they were, unfortunately.) Meanwhile, a very unimpressed Pidge was editing his Wikipedia page while sitting beside him, narrowly avoiding being hit by a spare leg. They couldn’t figure out how to fix the dreaded lines, ‘ Leandro “Lance” Alejandro Romero McClain singer/songwriter, former Paladin of Voltron, pilot, and activist’ to read the way he wished.

“You know, Lance, this isn’t that hard to edit. It is literally a click and typing what you want.” Pidge commented, showing the fixed article to Lance on their computer, now reading: ‘Leandro “Lance” Alejandro Romero McClain - Cuban-American former paladin of Voltron, singer/songwriter, pilot, and activist’ . He felt his chest puff up with pride.

“I know that it’s just - too much.” They flapped their hands at the screen. “How do they get to editing it so fast anyway? Every time we fix it, it’s changed not even a day later.”

“I know man, your fans are like - rabid. Maybe they have some sort of automated system but, to be honest, I don’t feel like looking for it right now.” 

“Pidge- please?” Lanced pleaded, bringing out his best version of ‘puppy eyes’.

Pidge shook their head, staying firm. “No, man. Fix it yourself, I believe in you.”

Lance rolled their eyes. “Ugh - fine. Anyways,” He slid his laptop shut and sat up next to Pidge, “What’s up in Pidgey-ville? Any new tech things you wanna tell me? New inventions? Stories about that terrifying robot child of yours?”

“1.) Don’t call me Pidgey. 2.) His name is Chip, I trust you to respect that. And 3.) nothing new has been happening. You’re the one with the whole album coming out in like 3 days - how are you feeling?”

Lance thought for a moment, “Honestly?” He paused, “Nervous. My first two didn’t feel nearly as nerve-wracking as this one. I just can’t wait for everyone’s reactions and then that first performance. Then I’ll be able to relax. I hope.” Lance shrugged. “You are coming on Friday, right? Watch me perform? Cheer my name very loudly? Hold up a sign? Pass out when I wink in your general direction” 

Pidge laughed, shoving Lance’s shoulder playfully, “Maybe not all that, but yeah, man. I wouldn’t miss watching you flaunt around. Plus, I managed to convince everyone else to take off and see you. Not that they wouldn’t come otherwise - you know we all support you. Hunk, obviously, but you knew that. Shiro and Adam are making it a ‘date night’. Allura, Coran, and Romelle are all coming from New Altea.” They paused, “And Keith has a break from the Blade and is coming to Earth for a week.” Pidge added, raising their eyebrows as Lance whooped in excitement. He quickly sobered, clearing their throat. 

“I mean what? No way, haha. Can’t wait to see my buddy, Keith.” They said, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. “And everyone else, duh.”
“Lance, I have known about your crush on Keith since like, forever. You aren’t slick in the slightest. Stop lying.”

“Then you would know that my music is embarrassingly transparent about that fact, hence why Keith has never listened to it !” Lance hissed, trying to cover his reddened cheeks.

“How do you know he doesn’t? Maybe he secretly jams to “cielo”. Like whenever he’s training, he sings, “baby you’re my heaven/so far up there and just out of reach/ querido eres mi cielo/ baja a mi” Pidge sang teasingly. Lance became even further flustered.

“He wouldn’t! Firstly, good pronunciation. Secondly, he’s a country boy. He probably listens to like Luke Bryan or something. Thirdly, he promised he wouldn’t. I begged him not to when this first started. I’m not ready to tell him like… directly. Just broadcast it to the world and hope he never hears my songs in the space mall.” 

Pidge rolled their eyes, “You’re ridiculous, Lance,” they sighed, “why not just tell him straight up? If anything Keith would appreciate the honesty.”

“You’ve been friends with me for like eight years. You should be used to this by now. I have always been incredibly ridiculous.” Lance shrugged. “We should order dinner and hang out. What do you want?” They asked, trying to change the subject.

“What do I want?... I want you to be honest with the guy you’ve been pining for these aforementioned eight years.”

A sigh. “For dinner?”

“Thai works for me.”

“Got it, Pigeotto,” Lance said, pulling up a food delivery app on his phone. 

“I still think you should tell him.”

“And I think I’m too much of a coward to tell him. What kind of ear plugs do you think will stop his ridiculously powerful Galra hearing? He isn’t allowed to hear the lyrics to any songs at all.”

Pidge groaned, shoving their face in their hands.

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‘LAPIS’ by Lance McClain

Tracklist:

• long walk home (explicit)

• precious

• guayaba

• landing strip

• planets apart

• turntables (explicit)

• cambio (change)

• lapis 

• weapons down (lo siento)

• i want you

Fans Theorize About Lance McClain’s Relationships After ‘Lapis’

‘Lance McClain’s new album, ‘Lapis,’ (CLICK HERE for our full review!) brings into question who is this mysterious person he is constantly singing about. While he could’ve met any alien while up in the sky, the details in his songs cause fans to theorize two possible scenarios: The Queen of New Altea and former Blue Paladin, Queen Allura, or one of the co-leaders of the Blade of Marmora and former Red and Black Paladin, the Crown Prince of Daibazaal, Keith Kogane. These fans have divided into two factions: team ‘Allurlance’ and team ‘Klance’. McClain is clever with his songwriting, as we cannot fully tell who he is talking about with ‘Lapis’. The lyrics, however, in some songs are enlightening. In the song, “landing strip”, McClain describes his heartbreak as turbulent after his romantic interest leaves him on the titular landing strip. “planets apart” is a series of sentence starters that McClain quickly dismisses with the excuse that he and his interest are “planets apart”, never picking up the phone or talking. In “i want you”, McClain debates with himself over the merits of still wanting this person, calling them unavailable but still declaring that he wants them. Maybe one day we will get answers as to who the mysterious person McClain is constantly singing about. Are you #TeamKlance or #TeamAllurlance? Let us know! 

@lancemcclain - ‘Lapis’ out now! i cannot wait for you guys to listen to this record! i’m so proud of it. thank you to my team, my family, and my friends for being so supportive. thank you fans, i really hope you enjoy. if you’ll be at the debut concert tonight, i’ll see you then! 💙

@lancemcclainstanacct - @lancemcclain I’m dying this is the best album EVER

@bluepaladinssss - @lancemcclain are you TRYING to kill us

@babyblue - GUAYABA SUPREMACY FOREVER!!

@lancemcclainstanacct - @babyblue Don’t you mean precious you mean precious right

@babyblue - @lancemcclainstanacct while precious SLAPS nothing hits like the bridge in guayaba

@lancemcclainstanacct - @babyblue But I can’t understand it :(

@babyblue - @lancemcclainstanacct it is not my fault you’re a gringa and you don’t get spanish

Lance didn’t get stage fright these days. He was unfazed with the concept of performing, they’ve done it countless times, after all. However, now, in his dressing room, he wanted to curl up and hide in a closet and never leave. They felt like they did when he first came back: frightfully alone and vulnerable.  

He stared at his reflection in the mirror as if that would make the anxiety go away. He hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, his first outfit for the show hanging on a rack across the room. They just had to quell the nausea in their stomach first, then everything else would follow. They just had to calm down . 

Lance began to spiral, their negative thoughts tripling by the second. What did I do to deserve this? How did I get here? Why me? What if I mess up? What if they all hate it? What if he hates it?

A knock on the door jarred them out of their thoughts.

“Lance? Uso? Can we come in?”

Relief flooded Lance’s body as his shoulders slumped. Hunk was there. It was going to be okay.

“Yes! Please!”

The second the words left Lance’s lips, the door opened and in spilled Hunk, Pidge, Allura, Romelle, and Coran. The five of them were dressed casually, Hunk and Allura in jeans, Pidge in cargo shorts, and Coran and Romelle in jorts. The most eyecatching thing they wore were their t-shirts. They were all blue with the text, ‘LANCE MCCLAIN’S NUMBER 2 SUPPORTERS’ with felt hearts handstitched onto them. Lance felt themself tear up a little as he read them. 

“The shirts?” They asked. 

“Yes, well, we thought they’d be a sweet gesture,” Allura explained, quickly adjusting her shirt from where it was knotted on her side to make it cropped. 

“Isn’t it an Earth thing? To have t-shirts with a loved one’s name on them at an important event?” Romelle asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion. 

“It’s such a sweet gesture! And sort of an Earth thing, I guess! Thank you, guys.” Lance said sincerely, smiling at his friends. “Just wondering who could possibly be my number one supporter is if you guys aren’t them.”

“Well, you’ll find out later,” Pidge said, cryptically. 

“Ominous.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a surprise.” Lance shrugged, there was no use in arguing with Pidge. “

“Anyway,” Pidge changed the subject, “why aren’t you dressed yet? Usually, you’re ready at least two hours before any performance.”

“I’m just a bit nervous tonight. Not sure why.” A cursory glance at the five of his friends gathered in the room revealed that they all knew exactly why, but no one was willing to discuss the mullet-wearing elephant in the room. 

“Well, my boy,” Coran started, “Can we be of assistance? As you know, I am well-equipped to help with performances.”

“And I brought snacks from the snack bar!” Hunk piped up.

“I asked your makeup artist to let us take over and she said yes.” Allura offered, gesturing to her and Romelle.

“I made a playlist?” Pidge added.

They looked over their friends - no, their family - assembled to help them and swallowed back a few tears of relief. Their stage fright finally began to ebb, giving way to an excited tingling in his gut. He nodded quickly, giving them a grateful smile. “I would love nothing more. It is really nice to see you guys.”
Hunk came over and gave Lance a short hug, momentarily smothering the shorter in his arms. “Of course, uso. I got you. And you got this. Let’s get you ready.”

They were a flurry of activity in the dressing room. Coran helped Lance into his clothing, meticulously buttoning and unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. The shirt was made of a silky Altean fabric, dark blue, and patterned with stars that would sparkle in the stage lights. It was unbuttoned low enough to show the freckles that covered their chest and parts of their top surgery scars. They had on wide-legged trousers that went up to their waist. The light blue of the bottoms contrasted with the darkness of their top. Both the shirt and trousers had a golden trim, reminiscent of Altean styles. He had on practical platform shoes, giving them enough height to not be drowned by the clothing, but not so much it would be impossible for them to dance. Lance looked at himself in the mirror and felt his confidence returning. He looked good and felt so much better. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be such a disaster.

As soon as he was dressed, Allura practically wrestled him into a makeup chair. She set out her tools and set to work. Romelle handed her brushes as she needed, offering advice whenever Allura looked to her for it. It was endearing to watch, two people so easily working in sync. Their handiwork allowed Lance’s dark skin to shimmer with life (and glitter). She placed delicate gems around their cheeks and eyes, exaggerating the blueness of their eyes and the sharpness of their cheekbones. All the while, Hunk offered everyone snacks and Pidge played some music out of their laptop. The tension and anxiety that was previously crumpling Lance dissipated. Now, he just had to perform. 

Lance stood after Allura had finished fussing over his eyelashes, declaring him complete. They checked themself in the mirror, quickly fluffing up their dark brown curls. On stage, he always left them be, allowing them to be playfully messy in a way they hoped was charming. They quickly slipped on their jewelry: several golden necklaces, from his mami, layered over his neck, a pair of dangling blue earrings, golden rings, and adjusted their gold nose piercing. 

This was it. 

“Allura, Romelle, Coran, Hunk, Pidge, I owe you whatever you could possibly need ever.”

“You don’t owe us anything-” Hunk started before Pidge interrupted him. 

“Tell him. That’s all we need.” They said, looking at Lance. It felt as if everyone in the room’s eyes were boring into him, waiting for him to declare a grand confession or gesture for Keith. But Lance couldn’t do that. All he could promise was to try. 

“I,” they were at a loss for words for a second, “I will try.”

Pidge nodded, “Works for us.” 

There was a call to places for the top of the show. Everyone said their goodbyes and left the room, leaving Lance once again stewing in his thoughts.

“It’s now or never. Go big or go home and all that.” They said to themself, looking into the mirror. “Let’s do this. If Keith rejects you, he can just admire what he’s missing!”

Another deep breath. “Okay.” They steeled their nerves and left the dressing room, heading to the stage to take his place right before the concert began.

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Live Lance McClain Updates!

As of now, we are still awaiting Lance McClain to take the stage. The audience is electric tonight and for good reason. ‘Lapis’ is by far McClain’s most intriguing work yet. We at LLMCU cannot wait to see how electric he is on stage. It is rumored that both the Crown Prince of Daibazaal, Keith Kogane, and Queen Allura of Altea are in attendance. However, we have yet to spot them with our own eyes and will have to wait and see. Please check out our livestream if you are interested in seeing this live performance streamed! What songs are you looking forward to hearing live the most? For us it’s probably ‘i want you’. Knowing McClain, their vocals will truly push the limits of that ballad in this stadium. Leave a comment below and follow us on socials! Lancers 4 Ever!

@babyblue - waiting in the stadium for @lancemcclain is possibly the most stressful experience of my life.

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - WHY ARE THEY PLAYING TAYLOR SWIFT AS WARM UP MUSIC. YES TAYLOR, I’M READY FOR IT.

@babyblue -  replying to @babyblue - just saw KEITH KOGANE???? I think???

[attached photo of a tall person with dark hair and pointed ears.]

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - going to die i just heard the first chords of long walk home

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - SDFHJJHKSFGHKGLFDLHKD am.,,,.fnjldghldhkj

@lancemcclainstanacct - @babyblue - he killed you. 

@babyblue - @lancemcclainstanacct - THEY LOOK SO GOOD. 

[attached photo of a blurry lance mcclain in blue, dancing around the stage]

@lancemcclainstanacct - @babyblue - holy shit. 

On stage, Lance was never more in his element. They felt like a vampire, feeding off of the energy of the crowd. They screamed out their feelings: heartbreak, jubilation, anger, excitement, releasing them to Lance, who promptly took their trust and performed with them, expressing all of their emotions simultaneously. It was electrifying. 

His set was simple, a large stage with a catwalk going out into the audience. They had a microphone stand at the front of the main stage, his two guitars set there for easy access, and another stand at the end of the catwalk. On the stage, there were spaces for his band, consisting of a drummer, guitarist, bassist, keyboardist, percussionist, brass player, and an electric violinist. There were massive screens far above the band, providing even those in the nosebleeds a decent view of them all via projection. 

Currently, Lance was walking back to the front of the stage microphone, drinking from a water bottle on the way over. He had been powering through the first 3 songs of his set, opening with ‘Long Walk Home’, ‘Precious’, and ‘Guayaba’. They were all fast-paced songs, meant to pump up the crowd and get Lance energized in turn. However, they really were vocally demanding, leading Lance to need a short break from singing. 

“Hey everyone!” He said into the microphone. He was met with outrageously loud cheers back, which made him grin. “Happy to see you all here! I’m glad everyone came out!” More cheers. “It’s always a pleasure to perform for you all and to see your reactions to this new album.” Yet again, there were whoops of approval. 

“Quickly before we get into it, I’d like to introduce you all to my band,” He paused, looking over at them. The band were dressed in coordinating colours, all shades of light blue and white, allowing them to look uniform and Lance to stick out in his darker blue outfit.  “We have Maria on the drums,” her sticks waved in the air, “Finn on the guitar,” they waved, “Uma on the keys,” they played a small run, “Siân on the brass,” she waved, gesturing to her instruments on their stands, “Sita on the bass,” another wave, “Asami on percussion,” they played a scale on the kalimba, “and last, but not least, Maia on the violin,” she whooped. The crowd’s cheers grew thunderous. “And I’m Lance,” They said, pointing to themself, prompting laughter.

 “Now, before I start talking too much, as i’m inclined to do, let’s get this party started with an older favorite,” The audience cheered as his drummer began counting off, and the band launched off with ‘Home (At Last)’, one of Lance’s top songs. It was an upbeat pop song, describing the jubilation he felt when he finally got back to Varadero after the war, and it appeared that most of the audience was singing, or screaming, the lyrics with Lance. 

After that, Lance began singing through their set list yet again. The set list for this concert was playing through ‘Lapis’, the album, plus adding in a few popular songs, including a cover of ‘Starman’ by David Bowie. As he performed, he was surprised at how fast everyone had picked up the words, despite the album coming out only hours prior. During ‘Lapis’, Lance decided to strut down the catwalk, crouching down by the edge and extending his hand to high-five fans as he walked by, singing. ‘Lapis’ was the title song of the album, and a damn good one, if Lance said so themself. It was in both English and Spanish, with him switching between the languages for each verse, both expressing his longing and greed for a relationship. It was fast-paced, the lyrics flowing off his tongue quickly as his hips undulated with the heavy bass behind him. 

As the song was winding down, Lance was choreographed to go back to the front of the stage for the final 3 numbers. However, as he stared out into the crowd, he caught a glimpse of familiar violet eyes that made him forget all of his choreography. They felt weak in the knees as they made eye contact with Keith fucking Kogane. He just had to go through with his plans, huh, and leave Lance an utter wreck of nerves while on stage. Now they were desperate to get their mind back on the performance, pulling themself from Keith’s gaze to stand by the microphone at the end of the catwalk.

“I think this next song might be the most intense on the album and it really means a lot to me, and according to your comments, it means a lot to you guys too so, let’s get this started,” Lance said into the microphone with a smile. The band burst into the ballad, ‘Weapons Down (Lo Siento)’, the trumpet and violin playing a melody filled with melancholia. Lance began singing on their cue, their voice taking on the melody the instruments were playing, leaving them to play higher and lower harmonies, the instrumentation complimenting the tone of the song. He sang of lost love, of apologizing for fighting with the one he loved and, the most revealing lyric, lying about not remembering “the moment”.

If Keith didn’t realize these songs were about him at this point, that boy was blunter than Lance gave him credit for. 

Regardless of how hard he tried, his gaze kept being drawn back to Keith’s, making it even more obvious who he was singing about. He just had to get through this performance and maybe, just maybe, he would be able to run away from this to-be conversation for the rest of his life. Maybe. 

As soon as the song was over, Lance turned to go to the front of the stage once more, however, he caught movement in the corner of his eye. Keith was stripping off his jacket, which was always a sight for sore eyes, but that wasn’t what Lance had noticed. It was Keith’s shirt. His tight, bright blue shirt that read, ‘LANCE MCCLAIN’S NUMBER 1 SUPPORTER’. Lance couldn’t help it, but he burst into laughter, trying to cover it with his hand. How did Pidge manage that? No way Keith willingly put that on . They supposed they had to talk after the show, if anything, to find out why Keith was wearing such a shirt. Maybe they could ask why and then run away, never to be seen again and never to explain a single one of their songs. 

Unless, Keith chose to wear that shirt, if so, why. Why would he do that when he barely tolerated being friends with Lance? What did it all mean ?

Lance wanted to question every move, every possible motive, but he had a show to put on and millions of viewers to impress, so he powered through, running to the front of the stage and grabbing his guitar. He played out the album with ‘I Want You’ before playing “Recuérdame Siempre”, one of his biggest hits, as his final song.

“Thank you everyone for coming out! It’s always a pleasure playing for you all! Please be safe getting home! Thank you!” He shouted into the microphone as the band played the outro to the finale. They waved as they left the stage, congratulating everyone along the way to their dressing room. They grabbed a water bottle, chugging it at a frankly alarming rate, before staring at themself in their mirror. They just had to get through this horribly awkward conversation, be rejected by the man they had been pining after for years , take off their makeup and then they would be set to hide away for forever. They could do this - no, they had to do this. They couldn’t keep being cowardly, hiding their feelings from the one man they loved. Lance knew deep down that it would be impossible to hide this from Keith. He would’ve found out anyway, and now Lance could tell him face-to-face. 

There was a knock on the door.

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Lance McClain’s ‘weapons down’, A Study in Apologies and Bilingual Storytelling

By: Rosa Santiago-Jimenez

With the popstar’s newest album recently dropping, many have been dissecting Lance McClain’s work. This author is no different, McClain’s writing style has always fascinated me, with his use of metaphor, the honesty with which he writes, and his ability to create cohesive songs bilingually. Bilingual songwriting is no easy feat, however, McClain has become the master. In their new album, ‘Lapis’, we have been given a new snapshot into how deep their talent runs, with the tracks “guayaba”, “turntables”, “lapis”, and the subject of this article (and my personal favourite), “weapons down (lo siento).” In “weapons down”, McClain juxtaposes and plays with his two languages. In the verses in English, he sings about fighting with your partner but eventually finding peace, AKA laying down weapons. However, the Spanish shows McClain begging to whom he is singing to forgive him. They are pleading with them saying how much they regret lying and hiding their true feelings. McClain using his mother tongue for these lines makes it feel all the more personal, as, in my experience, I feel much more comfortable speaking in my first language, much like Lance. It’s easier to reveal something personal in a language so near and dear to you, making his pleading much more powerful. This ballad is definitely my top song on ‘Lapis’! What are yours? Leave a comment below!

@lancemcclain - thank you everyone for such an outstanding show!! te amo 💙

[attached are polaroids from the concert. Lance is smiling in each one, practically glowing from sweat, glitter, and stage lights.]

@babyblue - at the stagedoor! i’m so excited i might cry

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - KEITH KOGANE?????

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - he just ran inside like a blur like i’m in shock oh my

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - do I leave or do i wait i don’t yet know.

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - i guess we know who ‘i want you’ is about now huh

@babyblue - replying to @babyblue - @lancemcclainstanacct WAKE UP. this is so stressful i’m still waiting here like an idiot.

“Lance?” A raspy voice resounded through the wood of the door. Lance froze, feeling every hair on his arm go up in alarm. 

“Yes?” He called back, fearing his voice went up an octave or two. 

“Can I come in? It’s me - uh, Keith. Kogane?”

“Yes I know who you fucking are,” Lance teased, Keith chuckled lowly in response from behind the wood, making Lance’s heart skip a beat with excitement. They opened the door in a flash. 

Staring at Keith somehow always gave Lance butterflies in his stomach, the bubbly feeling threatening to overflow. It wasn’t really Lance’s fault, Keith was hot . Since they had seen him last, his hair had grown even longer and it was braided back along his back, his bangs still falling in his face. He had grown to be more muscular, arms filling out the t-shirt he was wearing in ways Lance expected the manufacturer to never think possible. As he grew and spent more time with the Galra in the Blade, Keith’s Galra features came in more, with small patches of purple adorning his skin and fangs spouting in his mouth, gleaming whenever he spoke. His violet eyes looked Lance up and down, examining them in a way that made their breath catch in their chest. Keith stepped inside the room, closing the door behind himself and entering Lance’s personal space. 

“Did you choose to wear that shirt?” Lance blurted out, pointing to the words stretched across Keith’s chest.

“Allura gave it to me, said it was important for the group’s ‘cohesion’ or something. So I wore it.” Keith shrugged. 

Lance paused for a moment, considering his next few words. “Do you agree with what it says?”

“What?” The taller cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“Do you agree with what it says, that you’re my ‘number one supporter’? Are you?”

“I mean, I’m not sure, I think your mom might outrank me. Or Hunk.”

“Keith, please don’t be pedantic right now, are you?” Lance asked again, an emotion they couldn’t seem to name seeping into their voice. 

“Yes,” Keith said quickly. “I’d support you through anything, whether you were a pilot or a farmer or even this ,” He gestured to Lance’s outfit. “Whenever you’re happy with what you’re doing, it’s like you shine . You glowed with happiness out on that stage, I feel stupid for listening to you and never watching you before because you were so… bright up there. You just light everything you do up. Of course, I’d support that, Lance. You’re happy, that’s all I could ever want for you.” 

Lance’s entire face heated up at the other’s words, looking up to meet Keith’s gaze. Seeing nothing but sincerity in those violet eyes, his guard dropped. He finally felt hope that maybe this would work out and he wouldn’t have to run away in shame. 

Maybe. 

And just maybe Keith would be able to reciprocate. 

Lance took the leap of faith.

“They are all about you. The songs, I mean. That’s why I didn’t want you to hear them or come to any of my concerts. They are just too personal and you aren’t stupid - even you would be able to sleuth out what I mean by remembering a ‘moment’. I knew that if you listened, you would know.“

Keith paused, swallowing the information  before he quietly asked, “Know what, exactly?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Please. As you said, I’m pedantic.”

Lance rolled their eyes, feeling a laugh bubble in their chest despite the situation presented to them.

“You would know that I’m hopelessly and embarrassingly in love with you, Keith Kogane. Like romantically. Like take you on out romantic candlelit dinners and walks on the beach kind of love. And it’s terrible and awful and I don’t want you feeling pressured to feel the same, because I would never expect that of you and I wouldn’t mind being just friends if you don’t but I really really do love you and - mmph!”

Lance was being kissed, rather enthusiastically, before he could finish his run-on sentence. Keith pressed his lips to Lance’s, the kiss sloppy with his eagerness, and what could Lance do besides kiss the other back. Their arm snaked around Keith’s neck, pulling him in closer, while his arm moved around Lance’s waist, pulling them flush.

After a few seconds, they pulled apart, faces red and breathless.

“Uh me too, by the way,” Keith blurted out, “I love you. Like ridiculously. Hence the - the kissing.” He gestured.

Lance let out a breathless giggle. “You’re so cute,” they mumbled, their hand cupping Keith’s cheek gently, rubbing over the scar that lay there. The compliment made Keith’s cheek go pink beneath his hand. “I love you.” He said, feeling joyous laughter erupt in his chest. 

“I love you,” Keith said back, a shy smile on his face. 

Lance, feeling overwhelmed with affection, put his lips on Keith’s once more, almost smiling too much to kiss him properly. However, he quickly fought down the smile, seeking to kiss the Korean deeper. Quickly, he began backing up until they reached the wall, being pressed against it by Keith. From there, they deepened the kiss, Lance sucking on Keith’s lower lip while Keith busied himself with running his hands up and down Lance’s sides, feeling the warmth of their skin beneath the silk of their trousers. 

They were interrupted by a loud  knock on the door, causing them to jump apart in surprise. 

“Lance! It’s us! Is Keith with you?” Hunk shouted from the other side of the door.

The two exchanged giddy grins as Lance called back, “Yeah, come in!”

The door opened and in came their friends, proclaiming how fantastic Lance’s performance was all while looking between the two as if trying to see the change of energy in the air. 

It was Adam who picked up on it first. 

“Oh my god. They were just making out.” He proclaimed from where he was standing at Shiro’s side.

“No way,” Shiro shook his head, looking between his husband and the guilty party. After a moment, he lit up with realisation. “You are right. Just look at Keith’s face,” he said, giving his brother a shit-eating grin while pointing.

Lance and Keith sputtered their denials, shaking their heads in sync.

“Absolutely you were, look at your hair, Lance.” Hunk pointed out, jaw dropped in shock. 

“To be fair, his hair always looks like that after a performance, but they absolutely were. Keith has some lip gloss on his chin.” Romelle observed. 

“And number 3, you’re still in your costume. You always change immediately,” Coran added helpfully.

Lance shrugged, realizing there was no point in denying anything further and simply moved to Keith’s side and grabbed his hand, swinging their held hands between them for everyone to see. Soon the room erupted into cheers, demands for both GAC and Earth dollars to be exchanged. Lance rolled his eyes.

“You guys had bets on us?!” They asked incredulously.

“Do you think we wouldn’t ? This has been going on for years!” Pidge exclaimed.

Allura was given wads of money from three different people, Romelle included. “Even you, Allura?”

“I’ve bet on this since our first date, Lance. You spent the entire time ranting about Keith and his hair so, when we got home, I finally cast my vote.”

“Et tu, Brute!” Lance exclaimed with a humph. Keith looked down at them, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

“You spent your entire date with Allura talking about me ?”

“Get that look off your face,” They grumbled, “Don’t look so pleased.”

“I am very pleased, McClain. Please explain why you were ranting about me and my hair your entire first date with Allura?”

Lance bristled, “Can I take back what I just said? I deny it now!”

“No you don’t.” 

A beat passed before Lance sighed. “I don’t,” They admitted. Lance pressed his face into Keith’s shoulder, the tips of his ears going red at the wolf whistles that sounded out when he did so. He flipped everyone in the room off. “Leave me in peace!” He protested. Keith chuckled at Lance’s embarrassment, the sound reverberating through his chest so Lance could almost feel it.

“Never!” Hunk said in response. “Group hug!” He proclaimed. Soon both Keith and he were enclosed on all sides by their entire family, everyone finally content at the closeness.

“We’re so happy you guys finally figured this out,” Allura said brightly. “We really did think that this would never happen for a while there.”

“Plus now we can torture you like how you all tortured us when Adam and I got back together.” Shiro added.

“Y’all are the worst,” Keith groaned. 

“And you love us.” Shiro crooned teasingly. 

“Sadly, I do.” 

They all burst into laughter, every single person, the entire family, filled with joy.

@babyblue - still waiting. 

@babyblue - is this how being a fan can be considered dangerous? because i get it now

@babyblue - JUST SAW LANCE AND KEITH LEAVE HAND IN HAND THIS IS NOT A DRILL OH MY GOD IH MY GOD

@babyblue - I JUST MET LANCE MCCLAIN AND EVERY PALADIN OF VOLTRON???? WHAT ????????

@babyblue - brb i’ve died. 

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Is Lance McClain Soft-Launching a New Beau?

From: Lance McClain Updates!  

If you’re a fan of the musician, it’s most likely you follow his instagram page, @lancemcclain. It’s difficult to find someone who isn’t , as he does have well over 700 million followers on the platform. Recently, however, his page has been getting even more attention than usual, with peculiar story posts from the man behind the account. Despite releasing an album a month ago, there are selfies and images from inside a recording studio. Is McClain getting a jump on another album so soon? But this is not the most interesting post he has created. Just last night, McClain posted a photo of themselves and another person holding hands on a dark beach at night. A blue heart emoji, one of McClain’s favorites, is used over their face. The same emoji covers their face in a photo where they appear to be kissing McClain’s cheek. McClain himself is smiling brightly at the camera. Whoever this person is must be making the singer very happy and we are excited to see any new details of this relationship! Who do you think it is! Let us know in the comments below!

@lancemcclain - exciting announcement later today! this has been a long time coming and i cannot wait to tell you all. 12pm est❤️

@babyblue - @lancemcclain - NEW EMOJI ALERT

@lancemcclainstanacct - @lancemcclain - This is too much for me to handle oh my GODDDD

@ bluepaladinssss - @lancemcclain - WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?!??!?!?!?

Lance was pacing the room anxiously, unable to get his mind or body to settle down. He just kept staring at the time, which was refusing to move any faster, stubbornly sitting at 11:56. The second he was able to post this announcement, the sooner he would be able to take a breather.  Just 4 more minutes. He could do this.

Keith stepped into the room, going unnoticed by his boyfriend until he cleared his throat.

“Lance?”

The brunette’s head popped up from looking at their phone at the sound of their name, quickly making eye contact with Keith. Relief surged through their body with the presence of their boyfriend. Keith walked over to Lance and wrapped his arms around his torso, holding the other against him for a moment, kissing his temple as he did so. They stood there, swaying back and forth slowly as they basked in the warmth of the other. Lance felt his anxiety ebb away beneath Keith’s quiet show of affection. 

After a minute, the taller mumbled, “Better?” 

“Much.” Lance turned around in Keith’s arms to face his boyfriend, making sure they were nose-to-nose. “How do you always know just what to do?”

“You tend to respond well to affection when you’re nervous,” Keith said simply. “You seemed like you needed it.”

“And you were right.” Lance quickly pecked Keith’s lips. “Thanks.”

“Anything for you, Lance.”

Lance felt his face warm at Keith’s words, hiding his face in the other’s shoulder with a groan. 

Another moment of comfortable silence passed between them, the quiet soothing the ball of anxiety that was Lance McClain at the moment.

“How long until noon?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Two minutes. Better get your phone out and post it soon.”

Lance complied, pulling out his phone from his pocket and unlocking it. The aforementioned post stared back at him, almost looking into his soul.

“Y’know maybe we should keep us a secret a little longer, huh? Maybe another week or a month or maybe forever wouldn’t that be swell.” 

“You can’t keep secrets for shit, McClain. Plus, you want to tell everyone.”

“Well yeah, duh, I can’t keep me snagging a handsome stud like you a secret - that’d be like a crime. I just don’t want you to feel constantly watched by the press. I can’t have you being uncomfortable because of me .”

“Hey, Lance,” Keith reached out, cupping Lance’s face, “I’m not scared of some photos being taken of me. I’ve already gone through it when we came back,”

“And you hated it,” Lance interrupted.

“And I can hate it again. Nothing’s going to scare me away. Not that easily.” Keith reassured. Lance simply nodded in response. “Want me to post it instead?”

“Yes please .” They handed their phone over to Keith, who quickly pressed the ‘post’ button.

“Done! Now we wait,” Keith pointedly turned off Lance’s phone before sitting down on the sofa with him. “Want to watch something?” He offered.

“Yeah, put on that weird medieval show you like.”

“They’re blacksmiths , not medieval people. And they make swords , Lance!”

“Exactly! Ye Olde Blacksmiths !” Keith rolled his eyes, putting on the show anyways. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yet you love me.”

“And you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” Lance teased, fluttering their eyelashes at their boyfriend.

“I take it back.” He grumbled.

“Nope! No take-backsies”

“Did you just say take-backsies?”

@lancemcclain - over the course of my career, i’ve dealt with rumors being spread about me. more specifically, rumors surrounding my relationship(s). i’m so glad to finally put those rumors to rest. keith and i have been together for a month and plan to be together for many more. i have loved him for so long, i don’t plan on letting go. because of how many years i’ve spent pining after keith, there have been a few songs that i’ve written but never fully produced. songs spanning from when i was in school to just yesterday morning. i’m finally able to share them with the world. at midnight, por siempre morado will drop. i can’t wait for you all to see how melodramatic i can be when i’m in love. it’s a bit humiliating tbh. te amo 💙❤️

[attached is the album cover, the selfie of lance and keith posted to lance’s story, with no emoji hiding keith’s face, as well as candids of lance and keith over the course of their relationship. the final image is a track listing.]

‘por siempre morado’ By: Lance McClain

Tracklist:

• nos vemos en todas partes (see you everywhere) 

• a good team

• old married couple (bicker) (EXPLICIT)

• stay 

• come home (to me)

• crush (save me) (EXPLICIT)

• home (in your arms)

• bésame para siempre (kiss me forever) (EXPLICIT)

• te quiero

• por siempre morado (forever purple)

@lancemcclainstanacct - OH MY GOD.

@babyblue - holy shit. I WAS RIGHT. 

Trending:

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#porsiempremorado

#WHAT

#Klance 💙❤️

#KeithKogane

#purple  

@lancemcclain - i know you guys might be sick of surprises from me, but PERFORMANCE TONIGHT @8. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE.

[attached is a photo of a flyer advertising an album release party in a stadium]

Lance was much calmer this time. Probably because he didn’t have to worry about Keith finding out about his feelings, as he was very aware. Plus, it was hard to panic when your entire family, including your boyfriend, was there to cheer you on in your dressing room. 

Just like a month prior, Coran helped Lance dress, Allura and Romelle teamed up on their makeup, Hunk provided snacks, Pidge provided music, and now, Keith, Shiro, and Adam all provided moral support. Lance was wearing a pale blue suit with a matching tulle cape gently flowing off of their shoulders. The cape was pinned by golden broaches of a sun and a moon. In the suit’s front pocket, he had a single red rose. Romelle and Allura carefully applied makeup, simply enhancing his features and adding some shimmery eyeshadow in places they deemed necessary. Once they were finished, he mussed up his curls before putting in golden earrings with a red gem, ones gifted to him by Keith after their second date. After they were finished, they turned to the room. 

“Does this look okay?”

They were met with applause and praise from their family, especially from Keith, who lit up when he saw Lance.

“Fantastic! Let’s do this!” He cheered, leading the way out of the dressing room and backstage.

Since this was a last-minute performance, there were a lot fewer preparations to be had than in a normal show. There was no choreography, no outlandish light design. Just a spotlight on Lance and some purple overhead lighting. It seemed fitting, just Lance baring out his feelings to the audience, showing them how much he had been hiding for so long. It was a relief to not be hiding behind extended metaphors and vague phrasing anymore. Hell, the album was called ‘forever purple’ . It doesn’t get more explicit than that. 

Lance watched from the wings as the crowd rushed in, excited to hear the album they heard about a mere 8 hours prior. For a concert only promoted via flyer posted on his social media, the crowd was big, filled with fans and newcomers alike. Soon, it was time for him and his band to go on. The all too familiar nerves filled him but this time, he just glanced to Keith, who was waiting backstage with him, and his anxieties seemed to settle. They blew him a quick kiss before they walked out on stage to uproarious applause. 

When he got to the mic, Lance said simply. “Surprise?” He was met with laughter from the audience. 

“No but seriously,” they started once the audience’s noise had quelled, “thank you all for being here, despite the short notice. And for supporting myself and uh… relationship. It’s so uplifting to see your support. And I’m so excited to finally share this album with y’all. Now, we are going in order, since this album is essentially my thoughts on Keith, god it feels weird saying that aloud, over the years. We’re starting with ‘nos vemos en todas partes’ so let’s get started!”

Maria, the percussionist, clicked off the song with her sticks before they burst into a loud anthem. The trumpet line battled with the guitar riffs, creating the perfect backing for Lance to sing about “nos vemos en todas partes”. Next, they played “a good team”, an upbeat, pop number discussing how Lance slowly began to catch feelings for Keith after circumstances of them being “a damn good team, at the end of the day”. This was followed by “old married couple (bicker)”, a song wherein Lance describes he and Keith’s many arguments with the repeated line of “we’re like a fuckin’ old married couple, and I wish that were true”. 

They took a short break for Lance to catch his breath, taking a sip of water before speaking into the mic, “So how are we liking this so far?” They were greeted with resounding cheers from the audience. 

“I’m so glad! These songs have been stewing for years and I’m so happy that they resonate with people who aren’t my teenage self,” He let out a laugh. “Anyway, these next few songs get a little angsty - so apologies. Here’s ‘Stay’.”

A violin began to play, quickly followed by light piano, playing chords that seemed to twinkle in the air. Lance joined in after the intro, voice soft and low as he begged someone to stay. Part of him wondered what Keith was thinking, as the song was fairly explicit in how he was feeling when Keith left for the Blade. Hopefully he wouldn’t be upset at Lance for spilling their guts out to the world before they even told Keith how they felt then. 

They ran through the rest of the album, everything sounding just like Lance had dreamed. “Come Home (To Me)” was a heartbreaking ballad, “Crush (Save Me)” was incredibly fun and boppy to sing, “Home (In Your Arms)” was a song about reunions and Lance’s confession, “Besame Para Siempre” was the most explicit song Lance had ever written and it was a low sultry number, causing them to undulate his hips quite a bit while singing, “Te Quiero” was a love song, plain and simple, mentioning the domestic things that Keith and Lance do. Finally, it was time for the final song. 

“Now, this is our closing number,” The audience made a sound of disappointment. “I know! But this one is a big song, very loud, very bold. I think you’ll like it.” Their eyes sparkled with excitement. “Are we ready?” The audience cheered, “Alright! Here’s ‘Por Siempre Morado’!”

The trumpet blared an opening line, the notes moving across the audience. Suddenly, the rest of the band joined in, the bass heavy, as they played a fast-paced song. Lance sang about being ‘blue’ without ‘you’ and ‘red’ when ‘you’ left and now he’ll be forever purple, or, por siempre morado. The sound was robust, both alike with what Lance had in his discography previous, yet bolder and happier than anything before. 

Before they knew it, the song was over and Lance stood, glistening with sweat and breathing heavily. “Thank you! Thank you!” He shouted into the mic. “Thank you so much! Get home safe! It’s always a pleasure! Goodbye!” They waved and blew kisses to the audience as they walked off-stage. 

They were immediately tackled into a hug by their boyfriend, lifted into the air. “Keith!” They shouted, pleasantly surprised.

“You were… insane out there, McClain.” Keith said breathlessly as he stared up at Lance.

“I think that’s a compliment,” Lance said, voice slightly sarcastic. 

“It was and you know it.” 

“I know, cielo.” Lance pulled him into a quick kiss, “Now let me down, I’m so sweaty and like gross,” he tapped Keith’s arm. 

“What if I didn’t?”

“Then that would be your issue because again, I’m literally dripping sweat and this cannot be attractive to you.” 

“You’re attractive to me all the time.” Keith said, blunt as ever. Lance’s face flushed and he was rendered speechless for a second. 

“Oh my god! Let me down!” Lance said, getting terribly flustered.

“No!” Keith said, determined, and he began to carry Lance to their dressing room. They let out another surprised noise and just held on, trusting Keith to get them there safely. Once in the room, Keith finally placed Lance on the ground. 

“Ok. Thank you for that, mi amor,” He straightened out his shirt. “Mind if I change? Then you can carry me when I’m not so sweaty.” 

“I don’t mind at all- carry on.”

Lance nodded, taking off his jewlery before taking off the suit jacket. Then, Lance  stopped. 

“Wait, I just want to say something,”

“Yeah?” Keith prompted, voice soft.

“I love you. And I know this isn’t ideal - the whole ‘singing songs about you’ thing - and if you ever feel like it’s too invasive or weird, please let me know. I know some songs from tonight were really personal. I’m not willing to stop performing entirely, because I love this too, but I am willing to compromise and make you happy, Keith. I’d do anything to make you happy.” Lance said honestly. 

“You don’t have to, Lance. I trust you. I trust you to write how you feel and keep, what’s a secret, a secret. Writing is your job . I signed up for it when I came to your dressing room. It’s okay.” He paused, “and I love you too.” 

Lance hugged him again, squeezing his arms around Keith’s side. He quickly returned the hug, squeezing them back. After a few moments, Keith placed his face in Lance’s hair and immediately moved it. 

“Okay, yeah, you do need to change. You’re so sweaty! Get off of me!” Keith teased, jokingly shoving Lance off.

“So now you believe me?”

“Yeah, I didn’t feel how wet your hair is. Gross!”

“You’re gross!” Lance shot back.

“And you’re grosser. Get changed!” 

Lance stuck his tongue out at Keith, finally taking off his shirt and trousers and getting changed into his comfier clothes. 

“Also remember, everyone’s coming over for the album release party. You sure you’ll be good for that? Sensory things okay?”
Lance nodded. “Yes, I’ll be okay. I have you.” They leaned up and kissed Keith’s cheek. His eyes softened at the kiss. 

“Yeah, you do. Always.” Now it was Lance’s turn to become soppy. 

“Ready?” Keith asked.

They nodded. “Always.”