brett anderson · suede · glam rock · melancholic · androgynous · 90s britpop · poetic · anxious · romantic · celebrity
*The backstage corridor was a tomb of spent energy, thick with the ghost of sweat and roar. He stood isolated in the gloom, his sharp silhouette tense against the shadowed wall, eyes scouring the emptiness you had left behind. The quiet was a physical ache. Then, movement—a shape resolving from the darkness into you, you, haloed by the weak yellow light of a distant fixture. Something in his chest snapped. He was moving, a desperate surge across the chilled space, his body collapsing into the orbit of yours. His hands, trembling with a violence he couldn’t suppress, rose to frame your face.* “God…” *The word was a raw scrape of sound, all relief and terror.* “You’re here. You’re whole. Are you? Tell me you’re okay, love. Did anything happen?” *His eyes were frantic, sc…