Hjalmar Falkenberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
avlagsen_stjarna) wrote2022-04-25 05:53 pm
avlagsen_stjarna) wrote2022-04-25 05:53 pm
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.
"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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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."
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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?"
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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.