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Time to Be Seen

It was almost time for something that had started, or been planned, long ago. Now they were here, the morning after the London show and the Anthean was standing on the mezinine, in the hotel, that overlooked the dining room. The bands were filtering in to find friends, bandmates, and lovers. The scene was rowdy, unpredictable, chaotic. Ziggy watched, leaning on the railing, and felt deep down that this is what he was meant to do. One of the messages that he had set out to send was the need for putting aside differences, crossing cultures and boundries. He knew that was needed to save humanity, to save the Earth.

He smiled guessing at the number of music generas now on the tour. 5? Glam rock, glam metal, punk. thrash, Glam..folk... what the hell genera were the Hammers, anyway? Ziggy suddenly realized he didn't know and no one had really ever defined them either. Maybe turning from labels was the point of it all. Seven countries represented the people below and, if he could be honest, two planets. That part had to remain quiet but seven countries was a hell of a lot.

All of his thoughts about grand ideas and prophecies easily became overshadowed by what he saw. Near thirty of them now, people who felt as outsiders, people who were lost, grieving, broken, hurting, traumatized... lonely... brought together into a family. One insane, gigantic family that had him laughing as he heard the morning scream of Aarne who never greeted anyone at less than his full vocal capacity. This had started with six; the Spiders, Robert and Ziggy's father. They weren't yet close, Mick bolting, and everything disjointed. Three years ago.

Ziggy's mind drifted, two years left. They had two years to save the world, to save it from the horrors that Jack and Damien lived because Ziggy knew that was one of the possible futures, one of the possible outcomes. Thomas had finally divulged that detail to him months ago. None of them knew, or well most of them didn't know, they were the saviors of this Earth, or trying to be. Maybe in their hearts they did know and he doubted them because it was subconcious, a natural drive. Was that what he had picked up on when he put these bands in proximity to each other? A drive to tell everyone and everything to fuck off and show the world a better way?

Ziggy had a lot of questions on his mind, but not a lot of answers. Life worked that way. Rekker had once told him that; “Hindsight is the only place with answers. If you were looking toward the future it should be like you are deep in a fog and fumbling toward the sound of your goals. Never knowing what was going to come out of it, no clue what you would stumble into. If you knew exactly how the future was going to go then you weren't risking anything at all. You weren't doing anything new.” Those words had been the older singer's advice to Ziggy when he started with his first band. Even with two prophetic aliens running with this crew the future was unknown. How true the Brit's words were now that they were kicking around in Ziggy's head with years of hindsight to give them meaning. For Ziggy, and the Brit himself.

Over all his thoughts was a layer of emotions and language from below. His Anthean senses picking up on it even if he was barely paying attention to the concrete world, lost in an internal dialogue. There was love below, a whole room full of it now that they had taken over the hotel's entire dining hall between the bands and the crew that were staying at the same place. The Anthean couldn't even tell them all how this one act protected him from the hostile environment of humanity. The environment that had nearly driven Thomas insane when he was trapped in it alone, lesson learned. He rolled his eyes at the older Anthean sitting beside his father, suspicious that he knew.

Thomas told Ziggy he needed to encourage the most hidden he encountered to be themselves and to love without reservation. The singer had thought that was a grand word of prophecy from the Anthean who was more in-tune with his abilities. Ziggy doubted it now. Hindsight, Rekker's heavy London accent intruded in his thoughts while the Anthean's eyes focused on Gilly. He was the one that started this. One diner conversation where Ziggy pulled him aside and told him to go to Hunter. A string of events rippled out from that moment which drew in each of the others one at a time. Stepping back from that moment with Gllly was Mick and his courage to finally say enough hiding. Ziggy was trying to weave a line of threads between people. He and Mick, to Gilly, to Gilly's older brother, the Hell's Angel's, Hunter, The Hammers, Hunter to Erik, to Robert, to Rekker and Hexed, to Bjorn and Blixt to Hans, and Ollie.. and back to Rik in the Hammers, twice there, to Billy to Viktor and Vars and across to Dee and Ulrik and on and on stitching back and around though the heart of the bands.. then he had to backpedal.. somewhere in there existed Jack to Zack to Damien and himself to Gloria and Weird. The spider web of connections.

Ziggy froze and then laughed thinking of Newton when the young Anthean had his heart set on his band being known as the Spiders. Newton had this knowing little smirk the entire time he sat quietly in that café while Ziggy prattled on with glorious intentions and optimism. It was before his father had met Newton, before the first band, long before this. The Spiders were a web, or created one anyway, that culminated in this. Thomas knew. And Ziggy laughed at the idea that his people thought he was the prophetic one.

The Anthean finally pulled himself away from his thoughts when he saw Mick staring up at him with love. He waved and moved toward the steps that lead below. They all needed to get food and get it together. This evening was to be an interview for the ages. He wondered if the silent Anthean, Thomas, had an inkling of what was about to happen. The more he thought about it the more the answer to that question was a resounding yes.

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"You're right, love. We're not. We'll show the world and Ziggy Stardust will save humanity because he's a hot girl."

Mick giggled a little and kissed Ziggy on the neck, slowly peppering kisses down the Anthean's cool skin beneath his ear. How he loved being with the girl he thought the universe of.

"Yeah, ok."

Hjalmar didn't really want to talk much since his head hurt and he felt like someone had punched him hard all over. Had he fallen over so many times last night? Sometimes, he woke up with bruises from being so trashed and injuring himself. The hazards of being a drunk.

"That feels nice, you brushing my hair."

The Swede sighed and just smoked in peace whilst enjoying having Torden dote on him like this. The Dane really was a kind and loving man.

"All of us." Ziggy brushed back Mick's hair with his fingers, glad to feel that Mick was relaxing some.

"Drink." Torden encouraged to help the Swede feel better. The Dane was a very caring man naturally, a caretaker. While they sat there, he slowly and gently removed all the tangles from the Swede's hair.

"How about we make a deal?" Torden mentioned while brushing. "I'll brush your hair every night, if you come and ask me before you fall down from drinking."

Torden had pulled sly things like this on Ansgar in the past and it worked. He did drink less than he used to.

"Yeah, all of us. They'll think he'll blow their minds."

Mick just glad the interview was finally going to happen after months of talking about it and worrying about what kind of questions would be thrust upon them. Hopefully, the set would still be standing after everyone had finished. The famous last words.

"You want me to drink? Has anyone ever said you're like a fluffy, cute uncle to everyone on the tour? Because I think you are."

Hjalmar did as he was told and drank slowly. His throat was so dry the refreshment was well needed after spending a night on the floor or wherever the fuck he'd passed out.

"I come to you and get my hair brushed so I don't fall down somewhere stupid?"

The drunken Swede didn't even register just how bad his drinking had got in the last few months. All the Harlots knew but didn't want to control their guitarist's life with needless mother-henning. Yet, they all worried about Hjalmar and where he might end up.

Ziggy sat quietly with Mick, relaxing and trying to project that on the others. They needed it for sure.

"No one has ever called me an uncle." Torden chuckled as he worked on getting the tangles out of Hjalmar's hair. He knew that the Swede would start feeling a little better after the drink then maybe a little food to help if his stomach was up for it.

"You can always come find me. Ansgar does too when he's had too much." Torden leaned forward and kissed the back of Hjalmar's neck while he finished getting the tangles out. The Dane would mother hen anyone he really cared about, especially anyone who was a lover or close.

"Well, now I have. You're a söt fluffig farbror. Cute fluffy uncle."

Hjalmar was starting to feel a little better now that Torden was looking after him, brushing his hair and genuinely being a nice guy. The drunk had been looked after by Sven or Ivar many a time but it was nice for a handsome guy like Torden to do it since the Swede fancied him.

"Is that an invitation?"

The kiss caused the Swede to shiver slightly because those lips on his neck felt really good. The interview was today and Hjalmar was no way in the mood to answer shitty questions if they were fired at him.

"I'm wondering who will show their ass to the camera first."

"What are you like, Sigurd? It's kinky to start calling me uncle while sleeping with me."

Torden started laughing while he finished the Swede's hair. Torden set the brush aside and fixed Hjalmar's collar.

"My door is always open for you." Torden gave the guitarist a quick kiss on the cheek. "Do you feel better?"

Torden looked out at the bus laughing. "Joe. I would be surprised if it is anyone else."

"I'm nothing like Sigurd. He's a fucking kinky bastard who's a dirty sugar daddy to his brat."

Hjalmar just laughed and ran a hand through his freshly brushed dark hair. The love and attention coming from Torden was addictive and the Swede found that he wanted more of it. Just like booze but this would be a healthier option for sure. As for this interview---what shitshow would go down once they all began answering questions.

"Yeah. Thanks. Joe? I reckon you're right. So, what happens now? Are we all going into the studio soon to be grilled live on TV?"

Torden laughed as he set the brush aside. He liked taking care of others and it brought him a lot of joy.

"You're right. You're more like Mikkel, calling your sex partner an older, male, family figure." The Dane was teasing and glad to see the Swede feeling a bit better. He glanced toward the front of the bus.

"Soon. I think we're slowing down."

"Fluffy uncle. That's you."

Hjalmar fondly stroked Torden's cheek and then leant in close to give the man a kiss on the lips. The interview would soon be upon everyone and then the shitshow would happen for real live on air. What the fuck would even happen? The drunken Swede had no idea since he just wanted to sleep all the way through and not answer any intrusive questions. Sven could talk for the band anyway.

"Yeah, we're slowing down. I can feel the rumble of the engine begin to wind down."

The Swede was good at hearing and detecting vibrations as it helped tune himself into sounds as a musician. Even trashed, Hjalmar's hearing was excellent.

Torden shook his head because that sounded so much dirtier than it was probably intended to be. The Dane leaned into that kiss, pulling the Swede in to linger in the kiss just a little longer. Torden was many things, physically affectionate was chief among them. He stood and offered his hand to Hjalmar only to have Ansgar grab his waist from behind, giggling drunkenly. Of course. Torden just rolled his eyes but smiled because he didn't mind taking care of his "sex drunks" as Ulfen had teased him about a few days earlier.

"Are you ready for this..." Torden just motioned at the people on the bus with his free hand. Craziness for sure.

Hjalmar nodded albeit a bit groggily but none the less was ready as could be for this interview. Fuck. When was the last time he actually answered questions live on stage? He couldn't remember. Maybe because he was too drunk or was asleep.

"Yeah, let's do this."

The drunk Swede pecked Torden on the cheek and then felt a breeze brush past him on the right. Karl was giggling, holding a can of beer and chugging it down fast. This was his what? Third? The crazy Swede ruffled Hjalmar's hair and gave a wave to Torden.

"Hey, drunk cuties! Ready for this shitshow? Because I am! Dirty Siggy told me to behave on national TV but fuck that. Joe is going to moon the cameras and so am I!"

Torden patted Hjalmar's shoulder with a smile. He would take care of the guitarist, and likely Ansgar too. Where was the drummer anyway?

Torden blinked slowly at the drunk Swede. This was going to be such a shitshow but he laughed good naturedly. "I thought you wouldn't be able to get up with the Dane in your lap?"

He had a lot of connections to Karl in an odd way, through two of his partners.

"I will be able to get up because I'm going to moon the cameras first before sitting down with Raev in my lap. That's the plan, sweet cakes."

Karl had already thought this out because with Raev he had to plan things considering the Dane couldn't see well and needed guidance walking around especially into new places. The Swede cared for his lover and wanted to make sure he would be ok through the shitshow.

"I'm pumped for this! I wonder what questions the interviewer will ask. Fuck, if he asks intrusive ones he might get a slap from one of the tarts."

The bassist giggled as he bustled out of the bus followed by a load more of the other band members. The Harlots and some of Blixt walking out followed by some of the Hell's Angels.

Torden just sighed and shook his head over the mooning. He was starting to understand why Tom was always so exasperated. Sure, Torden got into some wild sexual escapades but that was in private. The rest of them being crazy in public had to be stressful to manage.

"I feel like this interviewer is destined to get slapped." The wrong question to the wrong person would surely get a slap or worse.

Torden stood up and offered his hand to Hjalmar. He's glad to see Ulfen and Rex taking Ansgar along. Torden wasn't sure he could handle two smashed boys right now. Everyone was piling off the bus now and the time was so near. Torden is curious how musician interviews might be different or similar to those for models.

The interviewer wouldn't know what hit them when the forty or so rock stars and entourage walked into the studio for the interview of a century. Mick squeezing Ziggy's hand as they walked off the bus and towards the large studio entrance ahead. People running around with clipboards and guys with sound equipment outside heading in, trying to organise everything.

This was it.

"I'm feeling so nervous now, love. Fuck. This is the day we've been talking about for over a year now. We're finally going on air to liberate ourselves."

Mick kissing Ziggy's cheek as Joe ran past laughing, pinching Aarne's ass as they walked into the studio. Weird walking behind Mick and Ziggy, while Gilly gripped Hunter's hand tightly. He was feeling the pressure too.

Most of the people were holding hands which would certainly get a lot of stares. Ziggy knew this as he squeezed Mick's hand.

"We're not alone." Ziggy whispered as he led his partner to the middle of the seating. Was there even enough seating. Aarne ran past, running across the seats of the couches so he could sit on the back of one. If that was the way maybe everyone would fit.

The squeeze of the hand did help Mick who was dressed in an open white silk shirt, tie up silk pants which Ziggy liked and his trademark bat loafers. He had his make-up donned up onto his face with his shade of blue eye shadow. Ready to face the world and not alone.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's do this."

Joe jumped onto the seat in front of Aarne, laughing while pulling the Fin down quickly for a kiss. Karl bounded in next but made sure Raev was close, grabbing the Dane's hand and guiding him towards the couch. Would it be big enough for everyone? That would be the question.

"Chair big enough for all?"

Harald now walking in with his throwing axes strapped to his back, dressed in reindeer furs and leather boots with large metal spikes. What a motley crew indeed.

Ziggy went over to the couches and waited for Mick. He was going to have to sit in Mick's lap for everyone to fit. It was sweet to watch Joe sitting between Aarne's legs while they kissed. The Anthean did wonder what the crew, and whomever else could see the set, was going to think.

Mikkel came in behind Harald, dragging Fredrik by the hand. He had been using the big Norwegian to hide from the stuck ups that didn't want to let him off the bus in the thigh high boots, black panties, leather garters and a sheer shirt. No one had seen him. He and Fredrik had even made it without Sigurd seeing.

Raev was getting used to Karl dragging him around and he took a seat on one of the couches, patting his knee for Karl to sit on it. Korppi was there too but he had a much larger black bird on his shoulder, a raven named Enne.

Mick sat down onto the couch and waited for Ziggy to slide into his lap so he could wrap both arms around the Anthean. It would be romantic as would many of the other band members with their partners. Sigurd was walking with the rest of Blixt aside from Bjorn who was latched onto Rekker, pulling at his ginger hair as they walked. Bjorn, dressed up to the nines like a cathouse whore with body glitter, heeled boots, tight spandex pants and a ripped shirt of sorts.

"Bloody hell---look at that lot!"

Mick's eyes bulging slightly at what the youngest Dane was wearing. Mikkel. Fuck! Sigurd hadn't seen yet but he soon would, surely. Fredrik giggling, while kissing Mikkel's cheek while Harald took his seat. Karl was only dressed in leather pants and no shirt since he said he was hot.

"I feel over dressed now."

Gilly giggling as Hunter kissed the drummer's cheek, sitting down so he could sit in Hunter's lap. Of course the leopard print was a must for the singer.

Ziggy sat on Mick's lap and instantly started giggling at what people we wearing. No interviewer could be prepared for this at all. Mikkel playfully pushed Fredrik into the seat beside Harald and instantly sat in his friend's lap burying his face in hair to try and stop the giggles. He could hear Sigurd talking with someone as he came in. The expression he had to see.

The rest of Hexed was with Rekker, and maybe Ulrik too, They were all dressed in their standard stage gear. The band slightly mismatched with Devon and Rekker in jeans and tees, Dee in her punked out gear with combat boots and Missy in her usual skin tight black leather pants and studded bra. Rekker gave Bjorn a slap on the ass before sitting down with the rest of the band on one of the couches. This was a lot of people.

The rest of the Danes were arrived, loud and a couple of them obviously a little drunk. Torden was worried Hjalmar would stumble going up the few steps to the stage, Ulfen in the same predicament with Ansgar. Rik was nervous and held tight to Billy's hand as he stepped up to sit on the back of the couch with Aarne. He'd done a couple of interviews with the Hammers but they were always nervewracking. Ollie intended to sit with the other Danes and assumed that Hans would find his way to sit with them too.

Mick wasn't surprised at all with Ziggy giggling at everyone's outfit. Fucking hell! Some were hardly dressed at all while others were wearing revealing outfits suitable for a strip club. Mikkel's literally just that.

"It's amazing, love. Everyone just being themselves, like."

The Brit just kissed the back of Ziggy's neck and slid a large hand down to touch the singer's cool thigh. Sigurd finally walked into the studio and it was then when he saw the couch he froze. Mikkel's "outfit" completely taking the bassist by surprise.

"Fuck! Mikkel---what the hell are you wearing? That outfit is so fucking obscene!"

Sigurd now noticing why Fredrik had been giggling for the last fifteen minutes or so because he knew about the outfit. Of course he did. Both boys using Harald's large stature to hide themselves from the bassist. Sigurd loved it though. Fuck, did he.

"You're going to rile me up wearing that, brat."

Sitting down next to Mikkel and Fredrik, Sigurd wanted brat to sit in his lap while they had questions thrown at them. Viktor walked into the room next with Vars and Zack. He was dressed in his usual punk leathers with a white t-shirt reading "FUCK YOU" in large letters. Subtle of course. Hans just snorted a little at Viktor's t-shirt as he want to find Ollie in amongst the Danes.

"Ollie? Do you boys have room for a Swede to sit in between you?"

Hans waving to Ansgar and the other Danes, wanting to snuggle up next to Ollie best he could. Billy kissing Rik's cheek, squeezing his smukke's hand wanting him to not feel so nervous. Johan dressed in his tiger striped pants and a light ripped shirt, sliding onto the couch close to Ulfen. Ulrik was with Dee and Weird was with Gloria. Bjorn was squealing at the ass slap given to him by Rekker. Hjalmar was holding onto Torden for support because as usual he was totally drunk. Smashed. He might even fall asleep during the interview. Sven and Ivar knew this as they both walked in to the studio dressed in bright neon clothes and tight spandex. The usual glam metal clothing.

"It is." Ziggy shivered from that kiss but leaned back against Mick to relax.

Mikkel gave Sigurd the finger while laughing until he could barely breath. When Sigurd sat down Mikkel stretched his legs out over his lap. It was perfect, his back against Harald's huge shoulders, sitting in Fredrik's lap with his long legs stretched out on Sigurd. Torden sat down on the other side of Sigurd, helping Hjalmar.

"He could wear a dirty potato sack and you'd get riled up." Torden was all for teasing the Swedish bassist. Ansgar sat down at Torden's feet and Ulfen sitting on the arm of the couch beside Hjalmar.

Vars came in looking like he was from some futuristic sci-fi movie, all black leather with a trench coat that had fur over the shoulders and a huge growling wolf painted on the back, matching his black wolf head cane. He's wearing sunglass, never overly fond of the bright stage lights. He sort of matched Korppi's all black attire. The other Fin took up standing behind the couch like a sentinel with a bird on his shoulder.

Ollie scooted over closer to Billy so that Hans could squeeze into the edge of the couch. It probably squished Billy over closer to Joe but they were bandmates so that shouldn't matter much.

The shivering always got Mick a little riled up but knew that would have to wait while they were in the interview. Still, it didn't stop the guitarist from inhaling Ziggy's perfume---Miss Dior and loving the closeness they shared.

"I can't wait to get you back into our bunk on the bus to fuck you senseless after."

Hunter giggled loudly because Gilly was kissing the singer's neck, being a show-off and not caring who saw. This interview was about being open and being themselves. Erik, came in a little after the main group due to his leg, hobbling along on his crutches, while looking for a space on the couch to snuggle up against Robert.

"No tarting!"

He giggled and aimed the words towards Hunter and Gilly. The tarty drummer offering Erik the finger while Joe bit Aarne on the ear, seemingly high as fuck and full of energy. Korppi though---Gilly was still fascinated by the man's birds and the raven was such a beautiful animal. Sigurd pulled out a pack of smokes and lit up while leaning back on the couch.

"A potato sack would be more decent than what he's wearing right now. We're about to go live on fucking air and he's dressed in a skimpy outfit."

Fredrik nudged Sigurd playfully and even noticed Harald smirking somewhat at the bassist's response to his brat.

"You and most of the rest." Ziggy grinned at the emotions he's feeling off of the others. It was a good thing they were staying in a hotel tonight.

Torden went into full giggles. "You're dating a stripper and expecting decency?" Thankfully he got to say it before Aarne screamed from being bitten.

Mikkel slid his legs across Sigurd's lap suggestively while the remaining stragglers came in. Robert with Erik and last, taking up the rear, Damien. The tall dog in his usual boots and tight black, laced up pants and sleeveless tee that read "I'm a Dog." The shirt was a gift from Ziggy who couldn't resist the pun on it.

Damien goes to find Zack and sit with him somewhere among the people gathered.

"Yeah, you're right, mate. It's a good thing we've got a hotel room so we can make as much noise as we want. I near forgot and thought about the bus bunk."

Mick's nerves were showing as his mind wandered now that they were all mostly seated on the large couch. Glancing across he noticed Erik hobbling in along with Robert, Damien and Zack. Erik had to sit down slowly and carefully, something he'd learnt to do over the five or so weeks he'd had his crutches. Another week or so and he'd be able to walk without them.

"Let's get a seat, Sötnos. I might fall asleep early though because of my medication and leg."

The young Swede leaning into Robert as they walked. Zack was dressed as Spider-Man in his costume, minus cowl so he could see what was going on. He was holding Damien's hand and loved his t-shirt from Ziggy.

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