Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 70

Ambriel groans in frustration. "Fine. Be stubborn. I don't care."

"Why do you care?" Castiel asks. "You'll be at my concert on Saturday anyway. It's not like you won't hear me perform."

Hael and Ambriel share a look, and it's Hael that speaks.

"How about if someone sings one of your songs, you have to sing something?" Hael suggests.

Castiel sighs. "Fine. But no ones going to sing any of my songs. And it doesn't count if you sing one of them."

"We don't play like that," Ambriel assures him.

"I'm gonna go find my friends cuz they said they were gonna be here, but I'm holding you to this," Hael tells him before walking away.

"Same," Ambriel adds, doing the same.

"Same same," Hannah says. She looks around, then seems to find who she's looking for, and goes off to greet them.

"Well, that didn't take long," Castiel observes.

"It never does," Balthazar replies. "Pretty much every high schooler hangs out here.  I would've been surprised if they didn't have at least one friend show up."

"We past the club's age limit?" Castiel jokes.

"Well, we're definitely on the older side," he replies. "We're like the teenagers using the Webkinz website."

Castiel laughs. "Oh, god, I feel out of place now."

"The difference is, the Bronze is way more fun," Balthazar adds. "Besides, there are some kids from the local colleges that hang out here sometimes, so we're still kinda in the age group. Just the older end of the spectrum. No one's gonna question it."

"Good, because I hate sticking out."

"You always stick out," Balthazar reminds him. "You're Castiel."

"Exactly. I can only talk to fans for so long. I'd rather hide in the shadows than stand in the spotlight."

"You better hope no one sings one of your songs, then."

"They better not," Castiel replies. "It'd be more fun singing a random song than the same ones of mine though, so at least there's that."

"Are concerts really that bad?" Balthazar asks.

"They're not bad," Castiel tells him. "They're just not very fun anymore. Definitely not worth the planning that goes into them."

He puts a hand over his cut subconsciously, covering the fabric of his jacket as well. He's basically been wearing a jacket nonstop for about two months now to hide it from the public eye. For concerts, he wears his trench coat, and by the end of the night, he's roasting to death. Summer is not meant for jackets.

"But at least you get to come down here once a year," Balthazar reminds him. "I get to see you more than just Christmas."

"Yeah, now you're stuck with me for a week and a half straight," Castiel reminds him. "Lucky you," he adds sarcastically.