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A Techsma kiss

Some Kind of Punk Singer AU (?)

Phasma struts onstage in her full, silvery chrome regalia and gives the audience the finger. “You little shits ready to scream?” The crowd loses their minds at having their queen before them, and Techie, so far in the back of the concert hall that all he sees are the flashing lights and fog, tries to wave frantically at Phasma. He’d gotten stolen tickets for cheap on the deep web and hoped with all his heart that she’d notice him!

And if he was near invisible at the moment, well, that didn’t matter. Techie had a plan!

He pulled out the handmade sign, a stark white rectangle with “PHASMA FOREVER” written with brilliant christmas lights and surrounded by silver glitter. Techie flips the little switch in the back and the sign glows like a beacon in the dark. Grinning to himself, Techie waves it back and forth amongst the sea of screaming fans. It overshadows all the other, smaller signs for sure. Now all he has to do is cross his fingers and hope Phasma glances his way.

In the middle of the song, she cuts herself off and squints in his direction. “What the fuck is that?” she asks, pointing wildly towards his seat. Techie stands up as straight as he can, on tip toes, and waves it harder!! 

Phasma takes the mic and yells, “Bring ‘em up!” Suddenly, Techie is being shoved towards the stage until he’s right at the front row, gaping up in shock at his idol, who grabs him by a skinny arm and drags him up onto the stage.

@general-gingerbowie

“Yes! I r-really, um, I m-mean... yes, I d-do,” Techie blushes. He’s turning so red someone might mistake him for one of those old-timey Earth fire extinguishers. “And I p-plan to,” he adds shyly, but looks up from the ground and fixes his gaze on his brother, brows furrowed. “But don’t y-you like her too?”