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"Who are you, anyway?"
"I am with the band-" "I doubt it, blondie," the security officer scoffs, "Never seen you around before, so nice try, but he isn't gonna fuck you- general admission is back that way," he reiterates, pointing behind him.
The crowd erupts in screams and applause, and Wilhelm turns his gaze to Simon making his way down the steps on the side of the stage- a sheen of sweat on his forehead, a 100 watt smile plastered on his face.
Simon spots Wille and pulls him close by his fancy lace shirt and kisses him deeply, much to the security officers befuddlement, "hey baby, you were amazing!" Simon rests his forehead against Wille's and wraps his arms around Wille's waist, leading the pair off the the venue's dressing room.
Wille leans around, shooting one last smug glance at security, "Pretty sure he is going to fuck me."