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Doubt whom you will, but never yourself. -Christine Bovee


"Oh my god," Sascha groaned as Breaker Street trailed backstage after their first concert. "That was awful."

Rory blinked in mild surprise. Apparently their young keyboardist had expected a better reception. "The crowd wasn't all that bad, lass."

Her eyebrows arched in incredulity. "Are you kidding me? They were so god-awfully bored! And the hecklers--"

Kreske hooted with laughter, still spinning his drumsticks through his fingers. "That? That wasn't heckling, Sascha sweet. That was just a few catcalls."

( Sascha did not look appeased. )

Muse: Rory MacEibhir / Rory Stone
Fandom: The Grey Horse by R.A. MacAvoy
Word count: 973