Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 166

Lucifer: YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE. SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST. IM A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING THERE, CUZ I REMEMBER IT ALL ALL TOO WELL.

Lucifer: KEG IN THE CLOSET, PIZZA ON THE FLOOR. LEFT OVER FROM THE NIGT BEFORE. WHERE WE WERE GOING, WE DIDN'T REALLY CARE. WE HAD ALL WE EVER WANTED.

Lucifer: I WISH WORDS WERE LIKE LITTLE TOY GUNS. NO STING NO HURT NO ONE. JUST A BANG BANG MAKES YOU WANNA RUN.

Lucifer: ACCORDING TO ALL KNOWN LAWS OF AVIATION.

Lucifer: Lol jk that's not a song lyric.

Lucifer: Okay seriously where are you?

Lucifer: Don't make me pull a Bee Movie on you.

Lucifer: One.

Lucifer: Word.

Lucifer: At.

Lucifer: A.

Lucifer: Time.

Lucifer: Last chance.

Lucifer: Fine.

Lucifer: According.

Lucifer: To.

Lucifer: All.

Lucifer: Known.

Lucifer: Laws.

Lucifer: Of.

Lucifer: Aviation.

Lucifer: There.

Lucifer: Is.

Lucifer: No.

Lucifer: Way.

Lucifer: A.

Lucifer: Bee.

Lucifer: Should.

Lucifer: Be.

Lucifer: Able.

Lucifer: To.

Lucifer: Fly.

Lucifer: Okay this is taking waaaaay too long.

Lucifer: I would have finished saying the entire first scene by now.

Lucifer: Ugh whatevs just know I hate you cuz you're ignoring me.

Lucifer: Text meeeee!

Castiel laughs. Wow, his brother is a dork. He'll text back later. Right now, he has important matters to attend to. He opens his conversation with Dean, and he can't help but smile at the last few messages.

Castiel: Alright, sorry to interrupt your practice. Go back to being a football god or whatever.

Dean: Cas :(

Castiel: No seriously carry on.

Dean: My wayward son?

Castiel: There'll be peace when you are done.

Dean: Lay your weary head to rest.

Castiel: Don't you cry no more.

Dean: *bang bang bang bang B A N G*

Dean: K really gtg byeee

That was a couple days ago, when Castiel had texted him just to say that he was bored, not realizing Dean was at practice. It's gotten to the point where they'll set up Carry On My Wayward Son jokes when applicable. After their tweet strand of the song became a popular Twitter Moments story, it's become a not-so-inside joke that they love to laugh at together, even when "together" is hundreds of miles apart.

Castiel: Heyo where's your second game? Is it a home game?

Castiel turns the ringer up and slides the phone across the floor, not wanting to get distracted while he tries to figure out what he could do for the rest of his songs if he made them into music videos. Maybe he'll keep all his videos low budget so he can make more of them. He could turn his album into a so-called "visual album," where he has a music video for every song. There's an easy path to take with each songs' video that he's never done before.

The only one that he can't — or won't, technically — turn into a music video is the song he sang during the concert he walked out in the middle of during chapter 73. He wants that to be his gift to his fans. If he made it a single, it would get the hate that come with every one of his singles, and that's the only song he would not be able to handle the hate for. It's the most brutally honest song he's ever shown to anyone, and now it's going out on an album that millions of people will listen to. That's a bit nerve-wracking as it is. There's no need to fan that fire.

He sighs and flops down on his back. He's overthinking this. He does that a lot. He's not releasing the song as a single. Done. He doesn't need an explanation for it. His fans will start asking questions. Of course they will. They always do. What he's learned is that he doesn't need to answer them. He's more than someone else's opinion of him. He's his own person.

And here he is, explaining why he doesn't need to explain anything to anyone. God, why is he like this? Why can't he just do what he wants to, and not worry about the backlash? Oh, right, because there are millions of people ready to attack him for doing anything, and he's one of them. God, being famous sucks.

He's surprised that his phone goes off, and he doesn't hesitate to check it. This is an okay distraction, right? And, seeing as it's Dean, it's actually sort of productive.

Dean: Cas, it's 12:30 in the morning. What do you want?

Castiel: If you don't want to wake up in the middle of the night, turn your phone off.

Dean: I kinda figure that if someone's texting me in the middle of the night, it's something important. Hurry up. I'm tired.

Castiel: Rude.

Castiel: No but I have a cool idea for a price parade for a music video and I was hoping you could be in the music video too and apparently New England is very pro lgbt so I was wondering if I could do the pride parade in Massachusetts when I go to your game but idk if your game is actually in Massachusetts?

Dean: I have no idea what half of that means but yes the game you're going to is in Massachusetts? Is that the question?

Castiel: Well yeah but also do you want to be in my gay pride parade music video?

Dean: ...

Dean: That's a weird sentence.

Dean: Yeah sure whatever idc can I go to sleep?

Castiel: Ugh fiiiiiine. Ttyl.

Dean doesn't respond to that, and Castiel can only assume he's already gone back to bed. He never intended to wake his boyfriend up. If he needed an answer immediately, he would have called. A text can wait.

At least he has his answer, though. Now he can go through his Instagram followers and find more people to follow that he can message soon and ask if they'd be willing to come all the way to Massachusetts for a very short video and their only payment would be a "free" rainbow flag.

It's weird to think that there are hundreds — thousands, even — of people who would be willing to do that if he asked them. He just has to find them to ask, because this is definitely not an open invitation. He can't even imagine how horribly that would go over.