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The first thing Louis noticed was all the noises coming from the crowd when he stepped into his VIP section. It wasn't his first concert but it was his first Vampire Lestat concert. It was different from what he used to, different from all the operas he went to with Lestat, and different from all the classical music concerts too. The atmosphere was different, and the century too and so the audience. He can feel most of the crowd was there for Lestat, instead of the music. What did Lestat think of that, wondered Louis. Would that make him despise his so-called fans? He bets the asshole wouldn't care. Does he care anything? Well, he cares about Louis, and he shows it, always.
When the lights dim and the band takes their place on the stage, Larry on the lead guitar, Alex on the drums and on the bass, Tough Cookie. The crowd went crazy. It was time then. He realised he was no different from any other fan at that moment. He felt the shimmer go down his spine, his heartbeat fastening. Lestat had that effect on everyone, even when he wasn't seen on the stage.
If you told Louis twenty years ago, no, even ten years ago he would be here, at Lestat's concert he would probably kill you on the spot and drain all your blood. But here he is. He didn’t want to think about all the things that happened to lead them here. No, not tonight. He was telling himself that but he knew well that there isn't an on and off switch on his mind. He can't help but be flooded by all that happened. There isn't a single moment where he doesn't think of Claudia. It's the same for Lestat too, he said so himself.
But tonight is their date night, as Lestat told him. They are not how they were before, of course, probably they never will be too. But this was enough. They’re taking things slowly this time. They’re talking more for one thing. They're trying. It was two years ago when Louis went to New Orleans, to find Lestat. He was rehearsing. Louis didn’t believe him then, at that night, when he saw the stage he was in. But jokes on him he was here now. Lestat’s first concert of his third North America tour, for his second album. His third was on the way, mind you.
Lestat’s voice filled the stadium. He was nowhere to be seen yet but it was enough for the crowd to go even wilder. Louis didn’t think they would make more noise at that point, but he was wrong. When Lestat started singing the second verse of the song he made his appearance finally. Lestat, always the entertainer, always the diva. Making an entrance was his thing, and he didn’t disappoint anyone. One second the stage was dark, filled with mist, only the guitarist and the drummer's performance were captivating the audience’s eyes. A second later, Lestat was seen at the stage, you could swear he appeared out of thin air. You could mistake it as a light trick or a stage show. But oh, Louis knew the truth. He couldn’t help himself to not smile. Yeah, just a mechanical, late technology wonder, sure.
As always Lestat was a phenomenon on that stage. He always was. Whether he was acting or singing, it didn't matter. The stage was his and he was the stage's. And he knew it. Oh boy, he knew it well. Even when he was in a normal room, a bar, a restaurant, it was his stage. It is his world and he is the Prima Donna. And he always made sure everyone knew that too. He has that effect on people whether he has his vampire powers or not.
Lestat was wearing a purple shirt and a mini black leather skirt with fishnets tonight. For how long the shirt will be on was a mystery. He had metallic purple lips and some eyeliner as his makeup to match his costume. He was breathtaking really, that made Louis' mouth water. Lestat didn't bewitch the crowd just with his look. His voice was a spell, casted on hundreds, maybe thousands of people. He was like a siren pulling his victims into the cold, dark depths of the water. As if the victim wouldn't go willingly to its death, when it's coming from the hands of Lestat.
While Louis was lost in his Lestat centered thoughts, he didn't realise how the time went. One second he was waiting with anticipation for Lestat to make his entrance on the stage and the next the two and a half hour set was over, only one song left.
"Are you having fun?" screamed Lestat to the microphone. When he got his response with all the cheering and crying his smile went wider.
"We had a great time tonight, didn't we?" he asked, as if it was a question to himself, more than to the audience.
"Now, tonight was a special night for me." he began, "because I had a very special guest."
The crowd started cheering, wondering who that special guest was. Lestat didn’t leave them wondering for long.
“My love came to see me tonight.” he said.”It’s his first time at any concert of mine and I want to make tonight special for him.”
He got the reaction he wanted. If Louis wasn’t a vampire, if his body wasn’t strong as it is, he would be concerned for his eardrum.
“I want to do something I normally don’t and sing a song that I didn’t write.”
What the fuck is going on thought Louis. He was as surprised as the next person in the crowd. He watched Lestat’s rehearsals so many times that he knew what happens at what second he was going to perform. Apparently it was an impulsive act. Hell, even Larry and the Tough Cookie shared a look. But if Lestat decides on doing something there’s nothing and no one can stop him.
“When I heard this song the first time it came out on the radio,” he began, “it was 1978, no 1979. I thought of you mon cher.”
Oh, he was speaking to Louis now. For the whole set, he sang his songs looking directly at him, as if they were in their living room and there’s only the two of them. And now he was talking to him, from the stage.
“I dreamed of singing this to you, all the time. Because it describes us, don’t you think, my love. Because you were made for me. I made you to love me.”
Louis’ mind was racing, but still not a single coherence thought was formed. He waited with the crowd, his heart beating too fast, as it wanted to leave his body.
Lestat turned to the band, and told them what to play.
When the familiar riff hit his ear, Louis was stunned. He still couldn't understand what was really happening, as if he was out of his body. When Lestat started singing the first verse he felt as the time slowed, the crowd disappeared. It was just him and Lestat at that moment.
Tonight I want to give it all to you
In the darkness
There's so much I want to do
And tonight I want to lay it at your feet
Cause boy, I was made for you
And boy, you were made for me
I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you mon cher
Can you get enough of me
I was made for lovin' you bébé
You were made for lovin' me
And I can give it all to you baby
Can you give it all to me
Oh, can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough, oh, oh
I can't get enough
He couldn't help the little giggle that escaped him when he realised Lestat changed the lyrics. When Lestat catched that he gave him a wink. Oh, you dirty dog, thought Louis. Just wait what I'm going to do to you. We'll see if you'll still be this cocky.