millie’s long list of malex fics | that’s not music you hear that’s the devil by misandrywitch / @leescoresbies
There’s a reason why Alex Manes doesn’t play shows in New Mexico.
It’s his own rules, unwritten but strictly enforced over the last decade. He knows a lot of people with complex and detailed pre-show superstitions, sometimes even written into riders and contracts. Chamomile tea. No red M&M’s. Forty minutes of warm-up exercises meant to encourage throat lubrication. Calisthenics. Meditation. Three rounds of solitaire. He tends towards black eyeliner, deep breathing, a little good whiskey - and a particular avoidance of geography.
That’s not superstition, though. It’s good sense. Usually, Alex has good sense in spades - with just enough seat-of-the-pants unpredictability to keep things interesting.
Alex Manes grabs his guitar and gets the hell out of Roswell in 2008, and he leaves behind a letter. Here's what happens ten years later.
comment: ahhhh we needed more band/music aus and sarah delivered tenfold. the dialogue is so witty it drives me crazy and the descriptions of the setting make me feel like i’m right there in the bar or the back of a truck in the desert. you know how i love canon divergent fics that explore an alternate path after the toolshed, and giving alex a career in music is so satisfying. he and michael hashing out their history in the back of the truck is also *chef’s kiss*. it’s everything i could have asked for in a folk band au, and the fact that it’s got two parts (alex pov and michael pov) is so so sweet.
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