Like All Good Fairytales (7/7)

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epilogue: and they lived happily ever after


Ten minutes before the interview concludes, David is interrupted by a phone call. In a move that should be unprofessional but is instead strangely endearing, he promises me ten additional minutes of his time before excusing himself to take the call.

He's smiling when he returns, and apologizes for holding us up.

"Dinner plans?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

I clearly fail, because David refuses to elaborate further, apart from shooting me a sly grin and saying, "Something like that."

We finish the interview amicably. David has plenty of anecdotes to share from the time he's spent on tour, and with his family. He remains notoriously tight-lipped about his relationship, only saying, "He's great. Some days I wish we were out, so we could do things together, like see a movie, or go out for dinner. But it's, uh, it's a trade-off, I guess, and so far we've had a really good run."

All too soon, my time is up.

Judging from the fact that David's first priority, once he's thanked me, is to sneak into the men's room with his cell phone, I'm going to say that "a really good run" is probably a vast understatement.

I may not know who the lucky leading man is, but I'm pretty sure this romance ends with castles, horses and riding off into the sunset.

Comments

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sjdfnerkgfk HI, HOW AM I AMAZING WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE ART~

plus, um, incredible honour, GETTING ART FROM YOU, AND I DID NOT GET ANY WARNING, EITHER, JEEZ, so now you can count us even, except idk, clearly you cannot because the score is in no way even whatsoever; it's more like 532490238432 to you and 2 to me. idk. AND IF YOU DO MORE OF THIS FOR ME IN THE FUTURE I THINK I MIGHT GO INTO CARDIAC ARREST, BUT HOLY SHIT, WHAT A WAY TO GO--

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lastly I WOULD LIKE TO ENVELOP YOU IN LOVE FOREVER, OKAY. FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER <333333333333333333333333333333