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Friday, April 15th, 2011 03:47 pm
Kind of Bob/Spencer-ish. For [livejournal.com profile] mrsquizzical. ~650 words.



Bob only took the job because it was Brian doing the asking. Anyone else would have gotten a firm "no, I don't do that any more." But then neither had Brian, but he'd changed his mind about the business and saw no reason Bob couldn't do the same. And well, it was Brian and he was desperate for someone he could trust to watch over his brand new band on the road, so Bob agreed to be their tour manager and do their sound until they could afford to hire someone else, which shouldn't be long because they were already taking off. Their debut record was selling well--not burning up the charts but making a nice steady climb up from obscurity to regular airplay--and Brian had even got them on a stretch of dates opening for Panic! at the Disco.

He remembered playing some festivals with the Panic kids and briefly meeting them a few times. They'd never hung out much because their bands had mostly traveled in different social circles, but Bob had been left with a good impression of them. Maybe a little goofy but talented and pretty hard working for teenagers. If they'd continued to develop along the lines they'd started out, Brian's (and now his) baby band could probably learn a little if they paid attention.

***

"No, you can't go get a drink." Bob grabbed his wandering guitarist by the arm and walked him back to the dressing room where his band was waiting for him. "You've got an interview with the local radio station in ten minutes."

"But, Bob, I can't--"

"Look, Hunter, I know you're nervous. Just let Tim and Dale do all the talking and you'll be fine." Bob gave him a little push and an encouraging thumbs up before he shut the door. For the first time in at least two days, he really regretted quitting smoking.

"Good advice," said a voice from behind Bob and he turned to find Spencer Smith leaning against the wall outside the other dressing room. "It worked for me for most of that first year."

"And look at you now, all grown up," Bob said, reaching out for a handshake. The familiarity of the calluses on Spencer's palm almost threw him for a moment, but he just smiled back. "How're you getting along with...you know, just the two of you?"

"It's good. We've got Dallon and Ian and it's a hell of a lot more fun than the last few months of touring Pretty Odd. I won't say I don't miss Ryan and Jon. I do, just not on stage." Spencer shifted his weight from one foot to the other and Bob took pity on him and changed the subject.

"My band are pretty new to touring, so I hope you guys will look out for them on these next few dates."

"Isn't that what you're here for?"

"Yeah, but I can't be everywhere. And I think they might take advice better from someone their own age. Just get them to settle down a little-especially Hunter. Half the time he looks like he's scared of me."

Spencer laughed and nodded. "Okay, okay, we can look after your boys. I'll talk to Brendon and see if he's on board."

"Like Brendon's ever said no to you," Bob said, following a hunch. Spencer's smile turned fond and maybe just a little private, confirming what Bob had suspected even back when they were awkward kids with weird hair. "If there's anything I can do for you in return, just let me know."

Bob started down the hall to get back to work, but Spencer reached out and touched his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "Maybe we could hang out after the show?"

Bob blinked as the tips of Spencer's fingers slipped down the back of his hand and then he swallowed hard as an anticipation he hadn't felt in a long time swept through him. "We could, yeah. I'd like that."

"See you then," Spencer said, his eyes piercing blue and completely confident.

Spencer was definitely not an awkward kid anymore.

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