There&#39;s a Starman

Mick had already gotten off the train and was carrying his guitar in his case feeling nervous about meeting this Ziggy bloke. The audition was stressful enough but meeting others was just as bad because they were strangers. He'd heard Ziggy wanted a lead guitarist, bass player and drummer and Mick was auditioning for the lead guitarist role. What would it be like? Would Ziggy like his riffs? The way he played? Shit. So many questions rolled around in the blond's head as he made his way towards the audition venue. He was a shy lad from the North and this---this was London and much bigger than he'd imagined it to be. More metropolitan too but Mick knew this could be the start of his career as a successful guitarist and rock star.

Walking through the doors, he was dressed in fitted blue jeans, a white t-shirt and plain black shoes. Nothing special. This was his normal where from when he used to play with others in his garage. Just with his mates or on his own. Mick pushed down some of his long hair and swallowed. Would the other blokes be here too? Or was he early? Or late? Shit. He didn't know.

"Hello? I'm Mick Ronno. Uh---I'm here to audition for the guitarist job."

He walked in and noticed the bloke sat on the chair drinking whiskey. Oh god. This was it? Wasn't it? He'd have to wait for the other band members to arrive first though. Then, Mick was staring a little at Ziggy. He looked quite feminine. Sort of girly. Not that he was judging but there was something about Ziggy that threw Mick off entirely.

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It was the agent sitting beside Ziggy that noticed Mick first and welcomed him, showed him where to get plugged in and started. Ziggy was so bored and out of it, drinking and not paying attention to much at all. He was still drinking heavily however long it was later. He had to drink or he would be terrified. His hand was still a mess and he couldn't have any more surgeries. The pain reminding him that he couldn't trust these people. Whomever he hired, they couldn't be trusted.

The voices finally dragged him away from his whiskey. Ziggy finally got up, adjusted the kimono and walked out into the other room where the guitarist would play. There were supposed to be three he thought, a whole band. Whatever. He sighed and then finally looked at the guitarist that was speaking with the agent. Ziggy almost dropped the glass he was holding. He gawked and felt his whole insides flutter. The feeling was so odd, but the human was magnetic.

It was the agent who noticed Ziggy staring and just shook his head. "Mick Ronno, this is Ziggy Stardust, the singer looking to put the band together."

At the introduction Ziggy knew he had to get his shit together. Setting the glass down he walked over to them, still feeling a bit awkward among humans since he usually was almost a foot taller than everyone else, and unnervingly skinny.. at least to a lot of humans. He can't stop staring at the tight pants and even tighter shirt, even when he finds himself offering his hand in the human gesture of greeting.

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Shaking hands with the agent rather nervously, Mick nodded and offered a shy smile whilst trying to keep it all together. He wanted to come across as confident and not some wet blanket because Mick knew how ruthless the rock industry could be. You had to be edgy and stand out most of the time. Being shy wasn't what he wanted but he couldn't help it, being in a new place and not knowing anyone.

"Nice to meet you, mate. Ziggy."

Nodding towards the agent, Mick then turned his attention to Ziggy who was a foot taller than both him and the agent. Bloody hell! Was he wearing a kimono? Some sort of fancy Japanese clothes that barely covered those legs.

Those legs.

Fuck. Mick's eyes widened at the sight of the almost porcelain legs of the....man? He looked so feminine it was hard for the guitarist to keep his eyes off them but instantly snapped them back up to Ziggy's face. That was pretty too. Fucking hell, Ronno---get a grip! Adjusting his guitar strap onto his shoulder, as he pulled out his guitar; his Les Paul Custom, Mick bent over to the amp, plugging his lead in.

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Ziggy took Mick's hand gently when they shook, his skin cool and smooth with a delicate femininity to them. His own eyes couldn't stay up on Mick's face and he bit his lip wile trying to maintain his empathy. All he wanted was to touch this human and feeling the interest in the man before him wasn't helping.

He didn't want to stop the handshake and held a little too long before letting go, eyes closing for a moment when he smelled the mix of cologne and whatever else the human had on. Then he noticed the adjusting of the straps. The guy probably wanted to get on with his audition. It took a breath before Ziggy motioned toward the amps but his eyes were glued to Mick, glued to those tight pants. It was getting more difficult to refrain from projecting his desire at the human.

He had to turn away and go to the chair, sit and try to get his mind under control. All he could think of was dirty though and he couldn't concentrate on anything related to what he was supposed to be doing.

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Mick noticed just how feminine and light Ziggy's hand was when he shook it that being the guitarist's much larger one near covering the taller man's. Was he a man though? The blond was very confused and wondered if Ziggy wasn't some fashion model and looked like a boy. Fuck if he knew. But those eyes---he could tell that he was being checked out and it caused a soft blush to tint at his cheeks.

Was he being hit on? Forcing thoughts out of his head, Mick concentrated on performing and offering the agent and Ziggy a good riff or two. Coughing softly, he adjusted his guitar in front of him and got into position. Turning to make sure the amp was set at the right settings because he was a perfectionist for sound.

"You want me to bring out my pedal for some wah effects? I can do that after a riff or two if you want?"

He wanted to offer all options so that Ziggy could see what the guitarist was made of. Mick loved playing his guitar and wanted to make sure he got into this band, whatever the name of it was going to be. Did he catch it? All he knew was that there was supposed to be a drummer and bassist too but they hadn't shown up yet. Was it going to happen? Not wanting to dwell on any negative thoughts, Mick focused on his guitar playing and wowing his audience. But Ziggy----was he staring at his ass and chest? Maybe he was imagining it all.

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Ziggy couldn't keep his eyes off the guitarist. His body felt odd, light and tense and his pulse started hammering away. Sure, the human was playing but Ziggy couldn't hear anything except the way he was breathing as he played. He wanted that breath on his skin all the sudden and shifted in his seat. Even his words went by unheard.

"Ziggy?" The agent tried to get his attention. "Miss. Stardust?"

That got Ziggy's attention because no one called him that. His eyes looked to the agent who repeated what Mick had said. Ziggy's eyes turning from the agent to the guitarist and he was instantly lost in the green eyes, even at a distance.

"Sure, play whatever you think we should hear." Ziggy finally got out, tense and more sultry than he intended. Everything in his being was telling him to seduce this man instead of listening to him play.

Edited Date: 2021-03-09 11:51 am (UTC)

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Moving to pull out his pedal board from his bag, Mick couldn't help but feel Ziggy's eyes following him. Oh god. Was this actually happening? Was this model---singer....watching him? As in really watching him? Mick felt as if Ziggy was eyeing him up hungrily. It made the blond blink a few times as he positioned his board down in front of him plugging it in.

The the agent called him Miss Stardust.

What the hell? Mick's face shifted into a confused frown because he thought Ziggy was a bloke. Was he a girl? Fuck. The guitarist just concentrated on giving his pedal a few pushes with his foot before starting to play. His pick in his right hand offering up a range of sounds from his sound board as his skilled fingers worked over the strings. He watched his audience with rapt attention as he performed without a hitch. His heart hammering in his chest at a hundred miles per hour but he didn't stop. Then his eyes met Ziggy's and Mick just couldn't break eye contact.

It was as if he'd been caught in Ziggy's line of sight and was being drawn in with those soft eyes....

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He couldn't help it, couldn't resist the hungry gaze. His whole body was amping up in the presence of this man, higher than the coke even. He wanted this Mick to see him, really see him and want him.

He was at least watching and hearing him play now but more so because he was imagining those fingers and hands dancing over his body. Ziggy wanted him to come across the room to him. He would do anything at all to keep this man in his orbit, in his presence.

Abruptly, he turned to the agent and, rather loudly, declared. "I want him."

The agent turned to stare at Ziggy wide eyed because he knew something of this rocker's proclivities, knew taking him on would be an exercise in managing a hurricane but the chance for success was too high to ignore.

"Excuse me?" the agent said with a raised brow.

Ziggy realized what he said, what it must have sounded like to the human. "For the band. I want him for the band."

And he did but that wasn't what motivated him to say it originally. He did want him, exactly like the agent thought at first.

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Mick stopped playing as soon as he heard Ziggy utter those words. "I want him." The blond just gaped a little as he glanced towards the agent, clearly as stunned as he was. Just the way the words came out of Ziggy's mouth with so much passion. So much want. Still, Mick was overjoyed that he had been accepted as lead guitarist even after just a few riffs. It felt too good to be true almost. A smile was now over his face at being accepted and he couldn't help but meet Ziggy's own eye with a sheepish expression. His soulful green eyes sparkling with joy underneath his long lashes.

"Thanks, mate. For accepting me. This---it's been my dream for ages. Just wondered what the name of the band will be?"

He was just about to utter another word when he heard footsteps outside the room. It must be the rest of the band turning up. Mick's stomach filling with a few butterflies at meeting the rest of the lads. But he'd been accepted! Ziggy liked him. Ziggy really liked him it seemed and Mick had no idea how to take that. Unplugging himself from the amp so the others could practice, he stepped up towards Ziggy and squeezed his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"This means a lot to me. Thanks, Ziggy."

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He was still having a head time keeping up with words but now that he was staring at Mick's face at least the lips moving cued him in to speech. "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars. It's going to be a glam group."

He tells Mick, almost off hand as he is still staring at the man walking toward him. God he was perfect. The touch brings a gasp and Ziggy shivers. His eyes shifting to the hand on his shoulder, and his breath coming so heavy that it is moving his entire body, before his eyes move up to the person attached to the hand.

"It does to me, too." It's all he can say to the idea that he can keep him aruond. He needed to desperately.

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Mick's eyes are still locked onto Ziggy's as he sheepishly looked down to the ground as the other two men walked into the audition room. Turning to look at the other band members, Mick noticed they looked like normal everyday blokes. The younger was blond and smaller in stature wearing a t-shirt reading "Bite me, bitch." The other one looked a little sullen and didn't smile much but had long black hair and sideburns. He was wearing a grey jumper and jeans.

Gilly, the blond one, walked up to the agent and thrust out a hand. Weird offered the agent a swift nod but didn't smile. Nerves? Perhaps. Mick walked up to the other band members and shook both their hands.

"I'm Gilly and this is Weird. We met on the train so have spoken to each other. Where is Ziggy?"

The drummer hadn't seen Ziggy who had been talking to Mick just a few moments ago after accepting him into the band.

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Ziggy watched the other two come in quietly after that long gaze. He needed something to focus on that wasn't Mick and how much he wanted the man to touch him. He was feeling them out, their energy and presence. He was sitting right there, close by and noticed that the dynamic between the three seemed good from the start.

"I might be a bitch but I wouldn't bite you for any reason." Ziggy sassed the younger blonde over his shirt because he completely overlooked the flamboyant singer who was sitting right there. Finally, Ziggy stood back up, walking over to join them and shake hands with the others. It was hard to keep his eyes off the blonde guitarist. Just walking into his presence caused the fluttering to start again.

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Gilly immediately turned his attention on Ziggy and found himself staring with wide eyes because he looked a little shocked. Turning to glance at Weird he offered the bassist a frown and then glanced back to the singer. Fuck. Was he a she? Or a queer? Maybe. The drummer pulled his attention away from Ziggy as he delved into his bag to pull out his drumsticks. Weird was unzipping his guitar bag and staring at Ziggy too. Was he a boy or a girl? It seemed all three men were having trouble deciding what their singer was.

"You like my t-shirt then? It gets people looking. Everyone else who doesn't like it can fuck off."

Giggling softly to himself, Gilly elbowed Weird who just gave the drummer a roll of his eyes as he readied himself to perform. Mick smirked at the drummer's comment and was finding the dynamic enjoyable so far. Weird didn't speak much but Gilly did. What a loudmouth bitch. Readying himself, Gilly stretched a bit and tapped his drumsticks together whilst addressing Ziggy;

"Alright, sweetheart. Where do I bang?"

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He's so used to the shock that the expression doesn't even phase him at this point.

"It's good you're bitchy and like attention. That's the kind of thing I need in the band I'm looking to put together." His eyes drifted over to Weird who was standing there quietly but he noticed the way he was watching and managing the others.

"Not with me, sweetheart." Ziggy threw back at the drummer. "I like my blonds more masculine than your bitchy mouth." The Anthean is laughing though and not seriously insulting. The thought does have his eyes flicker to Mick for a moment. His hair looked impossibly soft.

"Why don't you all get up there and see what you can do together?" With the similar looks and the agent mentioning they were all coming from around the same area, Ziggy assumed there must be a few songs that all three of them know.

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Mick chuckled a little at what Ziggy said to Gilly, who was now just raising an eyebrow and offering up a bitchy stare but smiling still. It seemed the drummer had sass and Weird knew this because the bassist wasn't really disagreeing at all. Did he even speak? Mick just figured it was nerves since they were all nervous about the audition. Maybe not Gilly but it could just be a front he was putting on.

"Alright, lads. Let's see what we can do."

He nodded towards Weird who smiled towards Mick and got into position, sliding his rather nice bass guitar around his neck. Gilly sitting down on his stool, getting the feel of the drums laid out in front of him. Tapping the cymbals and hitting a few of the larger drums to practice. Mick stood in front and Weird stood next to him as it would be on stage.

Yet, the blond's eyes drifted back over towards Ziggy. It was as if the singer had a hold on him and he couldn't stop staring at those legs. Those bloody long legs that looked so smooth and he wondered about touching them. Sliding his large hand up that thigh---shit! He had to stop. Focusing on playing, Mick swallowed and gave an intro before everyone began playing in unison.

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Ziggy let them go and took a seat, crossing his legs to let the short Kimono slide dangerously high up his thighs. He wanted the guitarist to look, but even more he wanted him to touch. Increasingly, his thoughts turning to being over powered by the blond and fucked sensesless somewhere.

He let them play for a song or two. Watching and listening to the way they played and moved. When the band paused, Ziggy slid his legs off each other and walked in with them. "Can you all be back here in a few hours to talk stage performances and writing?"

He was more or less saying they were all hired. "You've been on trains, my driver will take you out and get you dinner."

He meant that too. He had a limo and a driver, something his father insisted after the shooring incident.

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"Sounds good to me. What about you lads?"

Mick noticed Gilly nod from behind his drums and Weird nodded whilst unslinging his guitar strap from his shoulders. Ziggy was giving them a lift in the limo which was an unexpected surprise but they were rock stars. It was easy to forget the life that came with playing on stage to thousands of paying customers. This was going to be the start of their famous careers hopefully.

Walking up to Ziggy once more, Mick wanted to thank him again before getting into the limo with the lads. His green eyes meeting the singer's in a shy exchange of contact. Why was he drawn to Ziggy so much? It wasn't just the legs either. The whole fact that he wasn't sure what sex the singer was made it all more of an enticement. He was fucking hot too.

"Thanks for the uh---limo, Ziggy. It's really nice of you to let us borrow it for lunch. We'll be back in a few hours to talk writing and on the stage."

Mick wanting to touch some part of the singer but knew that might be considered rude for their first meeting. Also awkward. Gilly sidling up next to Mick, shooting him a cheeky grin.

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"You can leave your equipment here. We'll lock up if we leave."

There are guitar stands there for the instruments. Then Mick was walking up to him again and Ziggy took in a ragged breath. He couldn't look away and smiled until his cheeks pinked. "You came all the way down here."

He says as he forces himself to look at the other two. "Besides, you should get used to it if you're going to be my band."

His eyes snapped back to Mick though and he stared. His breathing shallowing, especially when he felt the pull for touch. Ziggy initiated with a friendly hand to the forearm and a slow slid of palm on skin. He wanted so much more contact than that but then Gilly came up and he laughs at the cheeky smile.

"How's it feel to be a little rock bitch now?" He couldn't resist prodding playfully at the sassy blond but his eyes kept going back to linger on Mick.

After a moment of staring he smiled. "Go wherever you want to eat. Robert, my driver, will cover the bill just don't drink me into debt celebrating." He teases because they look like a crew that could easily drink that much.

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"Thanks, Ziggy. It means a lot to me and the lads too."

Mick thanked Ziggy but didn't want to leave because the singer was touching his arm. That hand sliding up his bared forearm felt so good. Should it? The blond's heart hammering inside of his chest and the nerves. Fuck. He was just staring wide-eyed at Ziggy, not knowing what to say or do and was pulled out of his mini trance by the opening of the door behind him. Weird and Gilly leaving for the limo and Ronno was still standing with doe-eyes at Ziggy.

"I uh---better join the others. Thanks again though, mate. We'll bring the limo back in one piece, don't worry."

He touched Ziggy's arm with his hand before turning to leave with the other band members. Was he in love? Or did he just have a crush on Ziggy? Whatever it was, Mick felt butterflies in his stomach as he joined Weird and Gilly out on the street by the limo.

"He was amazing. But I'm not sure if he's a he or a she. What do you think, lads?"

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Both Weird and Gilly stared at Mick before getting into the limo; the door being opened by the bassist as they all piled in. Robert, the driver, waiting for all the rock stars to get in before pulling away from the studio. Would Mick get a straight answer from both lads or not? The bassist shifting in his seat offering the first response to Mick's question;

"I think he's a girl. Those legs belong to a girl and he's got girl hair."

Gilly frowned and wasn't so sure. The blond pushing down some of his hair at the back and reaching for a cigarette. Mick leant back in his chair, wondering what the fuck just happened back there in the studio. The drummer then leant forwards speaking to both Weird and Mick;

"He's a bloke. He's too tall to be a girl unless he's a fucking tall model. I reckon he's got a cock underneath that kimono.

Of course Gilly would want to look.

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"Fuck. You reckon he's a girl, Weird? Gilly, you reckon he's a bloke? Bloody hell. What if he's both?"

There was silence in the back of the limo as the driver drove them towards a restaurant known for rockers hanging out and eating there. Mick was confused and conflicted. How could he have a crush on a person he didn't know had a pussy or a cock? Or possibly both. That was bullshit though. No one could have both, surely.

"I don't know, lads. It seems a bit bloody crazy that Ziggy could be both. I'm going with bloke. He might be a bloke with girl legs. A lot of male ballet dancers have girl legs and are fucking tall too."

Weird nodded at that. Gilly, just snorted at that and took a drag from his cigarette. The trashmouth wasn't impressed. If Ziggy was actually a bloke then did that mean Mick fancied a man? That he was queer? He frowned, slightly worried about his predicament.

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"That's fucking shit, Ronno. How can he be a bloody ballet dancer if he's a singer? Ziggy is a bloke with a cock. I'll ask him next time we go back in that building."

Gilly smirking and shooting both other man a sly wink. Fucking hell. Mick was terrified that the drummer would actually do it. That he'd actually ask if Ziggy was a man or woman. Shit. Weird just looked pretty appalled by Gilly's words and shook his head whilst looking out of the window.

"What? I'm not afraid to ask. Someone has to, otherwise we'll be forever wondering what he's got underneath that short kimono of his."

That got a heated stare from Mick, who wanted to smack Gilly over the head with the flat of his palm. No, it couldn't be allowed to happen! Ziggy had hired them all and big mouth here was about to insult the poor bloke. Or girl. Or whatever he was. Mick also liked him. Liked him a lot and something about Gilly's words struck a pang of anger to erupt inside of the guitarist.

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"Hey, enough with the trash mouth, you nosy bastard. Ziggy was nice enough to accept us into the band so a little respect might be nice. Who cares if he's got girl legs. Fucking hell, look at you with your bitchy tart mouth and lewd t-shirt."

Mick was getting irritated with Gilly's bitchy attitude and he noticed Weird was bothered by it too but didn't say anything. Was the bassist always this quiet? Or was he focused on getting through lunch to practice once more? Who knew. The drummer huffing and just looking at Mick with a frown. If he wanted to start shit in the back of the limo then Mick would be ready. The bloke needed a punch in the face if he was going to bitch about their singer.

The limo slowed down and Weird got ready to open the door to let them all out. He seemed tired of Gilly's loudmouth already. Shit. Would it always be like this? Mick hoped not. They all piled out and shut the door as they noticed Robert leaning out of the driver window to wave them into the restaurant. Mick leading the trio into the rather fancy looking food joint.

"Bloody hell, lads----this place looks expensive."

Three lads from the North had just hit the jackpot.

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It had been a good meal all three lads had shared in the restaurant and all three had consumed a good amount of booze but not enough to impair their judgement just in case Ziggy wanted an encore. They'd have to be bright and alert to play their instruments and being drunk at an audition was a bad way to end anyone's career. Mick pulled open the limo door this time as Robert realised they were back from lunch. Weird and Gilly got in closing the door behind once Mick was settled inside.

"Well, that was good. What did you think, Gilly? Ronno? Bloody posh place."

Weird was impressed and was happier now that he had a full stomach to continue the audition on. The whole stage and performance part would come next. Costumes and positioning. Gilly leant back in his seat and giggled. He might have drank a bit too much champagne than the others because his cheeks were tinted a nice rosy pink colour. Mick, hardly drank at all since all he could think about was Ziggy. Those bloody legs and those eyes.

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