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Splitdyed (Band) Au where they actually go mega famous lol

Cw: Low-key toxic Yaoi/pairing,,, obsessed with depicting Mike as kind of a jerk lol...

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"No. No fucking way are we playing Corpse Fest. You know I cant!" Clay gestured to his wall, frantic.

"You KNOW who will be there. Look at the line up!" Circled over and over in red ink. "Bvrn3r" He tapped the paper desperately. Stell looked unbother, Caleb unimpressed.

"Clay." Caleb started.

"NO! No way. No chance."

"Clay it's a huge opportunity, Caleb's right. Maybe you can just... avoid him?" Charlie offered from his assigned couch corner. Clay glared at him and whined. Well, continued to whine.

"I cant avoid him! He's like a rat on a subway! Or something sort of... evil....guy who wants to annoy you!"

"Truly impressive metaphor." Stell chimed in.

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Clay this festival is huge. It could be a turning point in our career! Do you really want to work at McDonald's forever just so you don't have to see your ex boyfriend?" Caleb's voice was desperate at this point. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes."

The group stared at him for a minute. Juggvleaned back and sighed loudly, clearly annoyed and pushed himself off the couch. Scooping Clay off the ground, who despite thrashing and protest wasn't going anywhere.

"Can you carry my drum set, Stell?"

She nodded and group hauled thier things, and their howling lead singer, into the van.

One miserable car ride later landed them in the festival ground for Corpse Fest. Eventually Clay had stopped yelling and begging and attempting to escape and resigned to pouting. Which was also ignored. They dragged gear to their assigned back stage and went over the set list.

"We should play 'i fucking hate you caleb." Clay suggested immediately, clicking his mic stand together.

Jugg grunted in approval, earing an eye roll from caleb.

"Can you try to have fun? Lots of people messaged me that they're excited too see us play."

Clay shifted uncomfortable, guilt starting to seep in. Maybe he's just being a brat. It's a huge festival after all, maybe he wont even see-

"Well, Well, Well. Look who decided to show up! What a sight for sore eyes."

Goddamnit.

"Hi Mike!!" Caleb chirped, unhelpful friendly as always."

"You should play that cover you did for Deserve, that one's cute." Mike brushed Caleb off, leaning on the wall opposite Clay.

"Yeah maybe if im attempting to get the whole crowd to leave I'll try that." He snapped back.

"Woof. Mean. Im just trying to help. I didn't think you'd show up."

"Bet you would have liked that huh?"

Mike grinned at him. His amusement only really severing to piss Clay off further.

"And miss out on your pretty face?"

Clay felt his face and ears burn with embarrassment.

"Okay, shoo, out." Jugg put a firm but very clearly intentioned hand on mikes shoulder. He shrugged and turned.

"Knock em dead puppy."

He pulled the door open and left. If looks could kill... Jugg ruffled Clays hair.

"Ignore it. We have a show to kill, that will shut him up."

Clay took a deep breath in.