Viggo's brows flicked up once more and he unconsciously chewed on his lower lip. He had not been expecting such and answer and now had no idea how to respond. "Um…Sooner rather than later I suppose. I'd like to start playing again." He shrugged, attempting to keep what little 'cool' he had left.
Damien's grin only widened at that, and he took another sip of his drink before setting it down. "Do you know why I asked you to this bar in particular, Viggo?" he hummed. "It's because there's a little stage up there with a rented drum set and my guitar sittin' pretty all alone. You want an interview? You got it," he said as he gestured towards the small "stage" towards the front of the bar
Inhaling so suddenly that he choked on his drink, Viggo glanced up at the empty stage area. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. He had the distinct feeling that he had gotten himself into a deal with the Devil, but Viggo honestly wasn't one to turn down a challenge. He was a shy dude, but a stubborn one too. He ran a hand through his blonde locks and released a breath through pursed lips. "Well I can't really say no, can I?" He joked quietly to Damien. "Lead the way. I'm ready."
Damien all but beamed at that, and he chugged the rest of his drink before setting the glass aside. “C’mon then, let’s get you set up,” he hummed, leading the way up the stage. As they did, a few people cheered and hollered, and Damien winked at a guy who was catcalling him from close to the edge of the platform. He gestured to the pretty drum set, waiting for Viggo to sit down as he went to the guitar case propped against a sizeable amp
Viggo trudged up on the stage behind Damien, looking for all the world like a puppy. He was mildly annoyed that he had gotten himself into this situation. Why am I such a sucker for hot guys? He rolled his eyes at himself, pushing a breathe forcefully through his nose. He sat with a huff, running his hand over the set of drums. It really was a pretty set, barely worn and glossy. Viggo tapped gently on each drum getting a feel for the sound that it would make. Nice…
"Alright then." He said to Damien, picking up a pair of sticks. "Let's do this."
Damien flashed him a grin as he stood up, having just finished plugging his beautiful guitar into the amp on stage. It was all black, with a dark fret board and white pinstripes detailing the edges of the guitar. “Pick a song. I’ll give you that much since I sprung this on you so fast,” he said, flashing Viggo that charming grin as he adjusted the pink rose-decorated strap connected to the guitar
Viggo thought for a moment, brow scrunching adorably as he thought through the music he knew that he could slay. "How familiar are you with Muse?" He asked finally, gently tapping the drum in front of him. Certainly to impress Damien he would have to choose one of the more difficult songs. Maybe Knights of Cydonia…
“Who isn’t?” Damien laughed, walking over to the mic stand and adjusting it a tad while he waited for Viggo to pick a song. When he looked back over at him, he couldn’t help but smile just a little sweetly—Viggo thinking so hard like that was just too cute not to smile at
"Just checking…" Viggo muttered to himself, not wanting to mention that in his old life, music itself was a taboo so no one would even think to be interested in a band called Muse. At Damien's smile, Viggo quickly hit out the beginning beat to Knights, looking up at Damien to see if he had caught on to his song choice. People around the bar were gathering close at the prospect of music and their chatter was making Viggo more and more excited.
Damien flashed a grin so wide it was almost impossible not to smile with him, and he began tapping his foot to the rhythm as he began playing the intro, lightly swaying as he slowly got into the beat. He didn't sing quite yet, still focused on the intro and making sure he played every single chord and beat right–wouldn't want to mess up during an interview, would he?
The more he played, the more Viggo's body began to relax. Music was everything to him, even if he didn't land a spot in Damien's band at least he got to play again. In font of a crowd to boot. His eyes slid shut as the notes took over and he got into his own rhythm. He knew this song backwards so playing it with his eyes shut with a damn goofy smile on his face was second nature. He chuckled quietly to himself as the patrons of the bar started to cheer in recognition of the song.
Eventually, Damien began singing, his voice low and melodious in a way that seemed to hit you right in the soul. Sure, he was more accustomed to the alt-rock, borderline metal, and odd vaguely creepy song, but he had to admit he was enjoying this. There was a light rumble in his voice too, like silk being pulled along a bed of gravel, only adding to his siren-like charms
Viggo smiled more, giving himself fully over to the music. His entire body was swaying with the slamming of the drums. It was addicting, this love of music. For a moment he could imagine that they were playing at a large forum, people cheering, singing, and dancing along to their rhythms. Viggo opened his eyes, watching Damien throw himself into the act as well. This was what it was all about. If he didn't get this slot in the band, then he might as well give up music all together because they both could feel it. They vibed.
Damien couldn't help but toss a glance back at Viggo, the widest smile on his face. He couldn't help but think that for a brief moment, everyone had to be smiling, and when he saw how much Viggo was getting into it he could feel some little part of him all but melt. It only took that one stolen glance to know he had found their match–Viggo was joining, whether anyone liked it or not
Heart pounding with adrenaline that was practically making him high as a kite, Viggo lead the song into it's final notes. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of Damien for the past few minutes, his secret rushing up into his cheeks in a massive blush. Thankfully the exertion from playing hid it well. He was hoping with all his heart that he got the part, mostly so he could watch Viggo put on a performance like a young and sexy Vince Neil all over again. He shook himself in embarrassment. Not the time to be thinking stuff like that.
(Viggo's monologue gives me life lmao)
Damien happily went into the end of the song, beaming widely as he finally finished out. With a few final notes, he finished playing, panting softly for a moment before grabbing the mic yet again. "Thank you everyone!" he called out, beaming as his slightly disheveled look from the high of playing for a crowd, even if it was a small one. There were cheers and whistles from the audience, and Damien gave them a minute before speaking again. "Alright, alright, I've got a little announcement. Starting today, Get Lucky has a new band member: Viggo Magnussen right here!" he called out, gesturing to Viggo with the most heart-melting, puppydog smile you could ever see
(I love them both you have no idea)
Viggo made a little noise of surprise, which his mic picked up unfortunately, so he quickly disguised it as a cough. Ho-ly shit. He got it. He got the slot. He stared dumbly out at the crowd for a moment, before he remembered he ought to be smiling. Viggo cracked a grin as he looked around, catching Damien's own smile. The blush that spread across his entire body could not be stopped. He was sure he was as bright and as red as a stop light, but Viggo could not stop looking at the guitarist before him. He could feel it. That horrid sweet tingling in his chest that had gotten him in a world of trouble before. He had a crush on Damien. Oh shit…
(hhh I know)
Damien held Viggo's gaze a moment longer before turning away, his hands in the air for a little added theatrics as the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. Damien kept his hands up in the air, grinning like the whole world loved them as he walked backwards until he was standing next to Viggo. Gently, he grabbed Viggo's wrist, pulling him up from his seat so he could bring him to the front. His hands lowered, only for him to give Viggo a little nudge and wink. "Can't leave without a bow," he said before putting their now intertwined hands in the air and then leading into a two-man bow
Still riding the high of performing, Viggo let Damien lead him in the bow. To be completely honest, it had felt good to have the attention on him as he played. Now his tiny ego was getting quite the boost. His heart thumped wildly. I better not be dreaming. Viggo pulled them up out of the bow, giving Damien's hand a little squeeze before letting go and shoving his hands in his pockets. No need to make his little non-crush, crush completely obvious. "I say we need another drink." He wheezed out, trying to keep his cool.
"I think I agree," Damien laughed as he looped an arm around Viggo's shoulders joyfully. He led them off the stage, but instead of walking towards the bar, he made his way towards the exit. "How about we go back to the hotel the band is renting tonight, huh? We've got better booze anyways, and this calls for celebration," he said, beaming as he spoke. He seemed to be very touchy-feely for a guy like himself, especially when he was in a good mood. What could he say? He liked being able to hold people, and at this point, it had become a subconscious habit
Viggo felt as if he were in a dream. Honestly. If one put all the things that happened today it would either sound like a dream, a massive prank, or a really bizarre prono. If anything else blindsided him today he may literally just pass out and die from stress. He was a tough guy, that was for sure, handling all the bad shit life threw at him, but this much good stuff? His heart was practically palpitating.
"Uh. Yea sure. It would be nice to meet the other guys too. Get a feel for the band and music, you know?" Was he babbling? Yes. Did he care? Not really. He gave Damien a quick squeeze around his slender waist, before disentangling himself from his embrace. It was best that Viggo kept his distance. He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, the still slightly damp locks getting messier than before. "Lead the way, my guy." 'My guy'? Jesus lord…
Damien giggled the most adorably tough-sounding giggle anyone had probably ever heard at the little squeeze, and he ruffled Viggo's hair good-naturedly before beginning to lead the way outside. He pushed the door open, holding it for Viggo as he led the way towards the hotel. He was just eager to get back to the hotel and introduce Viggo to the rest of the guys, and get wasted. His group was a bit notorious for that sort of thing, but he didn't care. They had their drummer now, and he was feeling great about it
Viggo shoved his hands in his pockets. He had decided more or less to be the reserved quiet guy for now, because if he were being truthful, he was in no way prepared for this life that he had just jumped into. Or rather, forcibly thrown into by the guy standing next to him. Viggo sighed, carefully keeping his eyes away from the ass of Damien. What an ass… Jerking himself back to reality, he made a noncommittal "Uh huh." to whatever Damien was talking about. Focus. Get through this and you can be super gay about it later. No need to let everyone know right out the gate.
"The hotel's like a block or so away, so don't worry about walking too far. I wouldn't make you go all the way across town for something like this," Damien chuckled, running a hand through his fluffy hair that had grown just a little staticky from their playing earlier. "It's real nice, we don't usually get stuff like it. We've got a little penthouse suite type thing, y'know?" he said, seemingly partially talking to himself at this point
Viggo unconsciously copied Damien's movement, and ran his own hand through his slightly damp locks before sticking his hand back in his pocket. He was nervous. Very nervous. Not one for social interactions, a small bit of him regretted getting out of bed this morning. But at the same time, excitement cause his heart to pound, he really couldn't wait to tell his sister about what was happening. She'd lose her mind. "Oh–uh– Wow that's really impressive actually. Perfect place for a party." He supplied, coming back to the present. He wasn't sure what he said really agreed with Damien's chatter, but he assumed it would be enough for the other guy to keep talking. Besides, Viggo liked the way Damien always seemed to smile when he talked…