Tommy smirked just slightly, wondering what Bret would say if the mortal knew that Tommy's dad had seen all of those bands in their prime and had actually known the musicians. Or that Bowie had sang at Marijuana and Heroin's wedding. All these little tidbits that Tommy had to keep to himself, they added up, but Tommy pushed all the lies he had to tell Bret out of his head and nodded as Bret spoke. "I guess I've always liked music that... tells a story. And not how a single song tells a story, how some of the old musicians could weave a detailed story throughout an entire album. I guess that's why I've enjoyed the Broadway shows I've seen so far, because the music is amazing and there's a story you can really get involved in."
Tommy shrugged lightly, smiling up at the waitress and asking for another nonalcoholic beer, wishing that he could actually drink solely because his parents kept telling him it was forbidden, turning it into some kind of mystery for him. "I guess I don't have to tell you that you can command an audience with the best of them, yeah?" Tommy thanked the waitress as well and when she left, Tommy almost wish she hadn't because Bret's next words had his mind spinning.
Paul knew? Thinking about it in abstract terms, as something that would happen in the future, that had been fine and dandy. But now that Paul knew about it, it was real and not just something Tommy thought about occasionally before he fell asleep or in the shower. Chewing on his lower lip for a long moment, he gave it some thought; was it bad if it was real? True, it was ambitious for someone who was just discovering his sexuality to even be thinking about multiple partners, but Paul was very attractive. Harvey was very attractive. And if it didn't ruin things with Bret... Tommy quieted his mind as the waitress brought their drinks.
Only when she had left again did he reply, reaching out for his beer and casting around for something to say as he blushed at the very thought. "He said it would make everything sweeter?" Well, that was a bit of an ego boost, something warm curling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about it all; maybe the first step toward making it a reality wasn't as scary as Tommy had thought. Smiling, he took a sip from the beer bottle, feeling more settled and glad that the waitress had returned and had given him time to think about it all. "I'm glad that it won't cause any problems, then, whenever it does end up happening.