AngelicRadio week - Day 1 Music Tastes/ Silent hour
The Dare
Alastor yawned, a testament to the fatigue that had become his constant companion ever since the confrontation with Adam. Managing the hotel was always a demanding task, but with Lucifer's arrival, the chaos had intensified. The devil was a whirlwind of destruction, breaking things and leaving ducks everywhere. Alastor was exhausted.
Despite his weariness, a peculiar sound caught his attention—music, though not the type he was accustomed to. Intrigued, he followed the noise to its source. To his astonishment, he found Adam playing on the street, a crowd of sinners gathered around, entranced by the performance. Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief. Niffty had supposedly killed Adam, yet here he was, alive and playing his heart out.
For hours, Alastor stood in the shadows, watching Adam perform. The Radio Demon was spellbound, though he would never admit it. Finally, Adam's eyes met his, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He walked over and bent close to Alastor, whispering, "Hello, Bambi. Did you enjoy my show? I noticed you watching. If you take me back to your hotel, I can give you a private show."
Alastor frowned and pushed Adam away. "No thanks. I was only standing here because I can't believe anyone enjoys such distasteful music."
Adam laughed, a warm, melodious sound that made Alastor's heart skip a beat. "Sure, whatever you say."
"Jazz is better," Alastor growled, his pride wounded.
"Yes, honey, whatever you say. How about taking me to the hotel and enlightening me on how much better jazz is than rock—in your bedroom?" Adam's eyes twinkled with mischief.
Alastor's eye twitched with irritation. "In your dreams," he snarled.
Adam shrugged and returned to his guitar, but before he started playing again, he paused and looked back at Alastor. "How about a dare? If I win, you go out with me. If you win, I'll admit jazz is somewhat okay."
Alastor considered the challenge, the competitive spirit in him stirring. He extended his hand. "Deal."
The Challenge
The terms of the dare were simple yet daunting. Adam would play a series of rock songs, and Alastor would have to match each one with a jazz piece of equal or greater impact. The crowd would be the judge, deciding which genre captivated them more.
Adam started with a blistering rendition of a classic rock anthem, his fingers dancing over the strings with a passion that set the air on fire. The sinners were spellbound, swaying and cheering to the rhythm.
When Adam finished, he handed the stage to Alastor with a flourish. Alastor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. He began with a soulful jazz standard, his voice smooth and intoxicating. The saxophone wailed, and the piano keys danced under his fingers. The crowd, initially skeptical, found themselves drawn into the intricate melodies and heartfelt emotion of Alastor's performance.
Back and forth they went, each trying to outdo the other. Adam's rock was raw and electrifying, while Alastor's jazz was smooth and captivating. The crowd was torn, their loyalties shifting with each new song. The street was alive with music, the air thick with anticipation and excitement.
Unbeknownst to Alastor, Adam had amassed a following in Hell. As Adam moved aside for Alastor to perform, a small group of fans quickly gathered. Alastor's music captivated the listeners, but when Adam took his turn, a few hundred more joined the crowd. Adam winked at Alastor before addressing his fans. "I have to leave now. I have a date."
The Aftermath
Picking Alastor up, Adam prevented him from punching by saying, "None of that. I'm just taking us to a park to sing you sweet love songs until you fall in love with me."
Alastor began to suspect that the first man might have suffered brain damage after his fall. Nonetheless, a deal was a deal. He would endure Adam's music, albeit begrudgingly.
But deep down, Alastor found himself enjoying the fact that someone was singing to him. While he listened in silence, he thought maybe it wasn’t that bad, but jazz was still way better than Adam's music. Somewhere deep inside, Alastor felt he could start falling for Adam. He decided to take Adam back with him but ensure he had his own room. Perhaps with Adam there, he could get Lucifer to stop wreaking havoc in the hotel. It was a good plan.
Lost in his thoughts, Alastor didn’t notice Adam smiling as he played. Adam couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying himself. Falling to Hell had unexpectedly brought him peace. He got to play music and was even winning over this cutie. He had always wanted to touch those ears during their fight. Things were going great for him, and he might just win over Bambi. Then he felt it—a gentle weight on his lap. Looking down, he saw Alastor's head resting there, sound asleep. Adam grinned; this was one step to victory. He kept playing, a tiny smile never leaving his face while Alastor slept peacefully.
Adam didn't get to see Alastor's room that night, but seeing him sleep on his lap was just as good. He had all the time in the world to win his Bambi over. After all, who wouldn't want to be with him? He was the first man, and he had made a choice to be with someone who would want more than just sex. He smiled softly, realizing how content he felt with Alastor asleep on his lap.
A New Beginning
Adam’s music filled the night, and for the first time in a long while, Alastor felt a sense of calm. The chaos of the hotel, the madness of Hell, all faded away as he rested. Adam's soft melody intertwined with the Radio Demon's dreams, promising a new harmony that neither had expected but both were beginning to cherish.
The next morning, Alastor woke up with a sense of warmth he hadn’t felt in ages. Adam was still there, strumming softly, watching over him. They didn’t need to say much; the music had spoken for them. They had found a connection, an understanding, and perhaps even the beginnings of love in the most unlikely of places.
As they headed back to the hotel, Alastor felt a new determination. With Adam by his side, he might just find a way to bring some semblance of order to the chaos that Lucifer had brought. And maybe, just maybe, he could find some peace for himself too.
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