avlagsen_stjarna | Reach for the stars

Hjalmar was currently staring through his telescope, which he had now placed just behind the tour bus. He had set it up after realising that the bus would be stopping for a few hours while the drivers took a rest. That and it was the bathroom stop for everyone to visit the facilities close by. The Swede wasn't drunk out of his face which was something of a miracle in itself. The night was still young and Hjalmar had decided to ditch the bottle for a few hours so he could get some decent stargazing in.

"What can you see? Oh, that one looks like a giant cock!"

The telltale sign of drunken giggling could be heard behind the guitarist who had his right eye firmly jammed in the eyecup of his telescope. The tripod's feet firmly dug into the grass so it couldn't be knocked by drunken rockstars.

"Good evening, Erik. Trust you to think of that. Would you like to have a look? Robert's cock isn't up there though, sorry to disappoint you."

Erik gave his friend a slight hair ruffle and then nodded, wanting to take a peek. Hjalmar moved out of the way so the younger Swede could put his eye into the view finder and what a sight! Erik gasped when he saw the night's sky lit up like a million lights all on brightly against the pitch black empty maw of space. It was infinite and Erik was so glad it was a dark night with no cloud because light pollution often tainted the whole aspect of stargazing.

"We're lucky tonight. LA can be a bitch to try and stargaze since all the lights but tonight the gods are smiling down at us."

Hjalmar sat next to Erik on a make-shift seat, which happened to be a wooden crate as he watched his friend, pulling out a cigarette to smoke. Erik was marvelling at all the different constellations, not knowing what they all were but was fascinated none the less.

"Oh, this one looks like Gilly the tart! It's got it's hands on it's hips and sort of looks like a tart."

Hjalmar just snorted out a laugh because it was clear Erik was drunk and not thinking clearly. Still, the description involving the cluster of stars was amusing. He exhaled into the night's sky wondering what the others inside the bus were getting up to. Drinking, fucking, talking, sleeping. Maybe all of the above. Who else would venture out to witness the dark haired Swedes stargazing he wondered.

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"I need to talk to Torden soon. About---my problems."

Hjalmar didn't want to admit it but he knew the time would come where the Dane would learn why the Swede drank as much as he did. The trauma and hurt he was going through causing the path of destruction he was on. Hjalmar rarely spoke about his feelings to anyone so it would take time.

"Fuck yes it could. I've seen some of the tarts' make-up bags and Aarne's. I don't know how they carry all that around with them."

It just seemed excessive to the guitarist.

"I'm sure whatever you need to talk about he'll help."

Tom could tell that the Swede was nervous and didn't want to press but he did want to encourage him. The Brit had been there before. He had spent a lot of time needing to talk and staying silent.

Hjalmar did get a laugh from the astronaut. "Ziggy used to live in my house." If anything said excessive make up and glitter that did. "He makes Mick carry his make up cases around."

"He's a good man and he's really grown on me. I think I might be falling in love with him."

The trashy drunk had slept with Torden and had cuddled with him and the other Danes but the feelings he was developing--they were real. It was becoming more than just sex now. The Dane was helping him sober up even though Hjalmar didn't think he needed that.

"I think I've seen Mick carry Ziggy's make-up box around. He's a good man. Salt of the earth sort and a good guitar player. He does flash his naked ass about when he gets trashed on Mule though."

That got Hjalmar grinning.

"The way he smiles when he sees you, I don't think you're alone." Tom watched how people reacted to each other. It had started to keep an eye on the strife between some members but he also noticed the good reactions too.

"I think Ziggy needs someone to keep him anchored.." Tom laughed. "But he couldn't have someone who was too stable." Tom knew Mick had a wild part that came out sometimes and it was good to see that he could be mischievous with Ziggy as well as a rock.

"I've never really fallen in love with a man before, not properly, just one night stands and sex. Torden is different. He really gives a shit about my life and my---problems."

Hjalmar had many lovers before but none of them gave a fuck about his life, who he was, or his problems with drinking. Most just slept with him for the fame, money or just for a good time.

"Mick is a good anchor. A down to earth sort of man and a caring one too. He's got his crazy side though--I've seen it when he drinks Mule and gets trashed. That stage sex performance too! Fuck! Were you in the crowd when that happened?"

Tom thought about what Hjalmar and what he was saying about the Dane. "In some ways he reminds me of Ziggy."

It was the way he had enough time and love for many people. The caring didn't seem to end or exhaust him too much.

Tom rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I was on the phone with the lawyers and media contacts."

"Ziggy is someone who has a lot of people to look after too. He seems to come across as someone who shares the love around."

Hjalmar had seen this in how he treated his band mates as well as other members of the tour. Mick was a lucky man to have Ziggy as his fiancee and band mate. The whole part about the stage sex though---that would always be burned into Hjalmar's mind when he watched it on TV.

"Do you have to warn the lawyers and everyone before everything kicks off?"

"It's a family trait." Tom thought that was the best way to explain it without revealing the alien part. "Torden acts the same. He cares for a lot of people."

Tom started to laugh. "I do my best. It's easier if I can get in front of the chaos before it gets too out of hand." Tom grinned mischievously. "I'm also very careful about how I write contracts for appearances."

Tom wrote in a lot of clauses that didn't let people prosecute for a lot of the common crazy things. Nudity being at the top of the list.

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