Joe Russo (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notalongtime) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Ram’s mouth tasted like cola and Joe was sorely tempted by the prospect of just making out at the bar for a good long while, especially since none of his army buddies were here tonight to stick their noses into something that was none of their business. After he’d disappeared on Saturday, they’d come to the collective conclusion that he had hooked up with a hot girl and gone back to her place. Since Joe was still trying to figure out what this — what Ram — meant for him and how he defined his sexuality, he was content to let them believe whatever they wanted until he was ready. Perhaps it was dishonest but Joe needed the time to process.
He glanced at his glass which looked a little less full than before and smirked at Ram knowingly but said nothing.
“They had the song I wanted, so that helps. I think I’m more nervous about doing it justice than getting up on stage.” Considering the lyrics to Ram’s own song choice, he hoped Ram would reciprocate by not taking the words at face value. Joe exhaled on a laugh, hand lifting to toy with one of the buttons of Ram’s open shirt. "Trust me, I've been in scarier situations than Tuesday night karaoke." He thought of Ram's texts, the ones he kept rereading and said, "But if you want to distract me, tell me something silly."
Soon enough, it was Joe's turn to take to the stage. Despite what he'd told Ram, his chest felt a little tight with anxiety right up until he heard the first blasts of brass and woodwind and was transported to a place of confidence. Joe's music tastes were varied, as though it was the one thing that brought harmony to the council of his past lives. This type of music in particular brought safe, warm feelings from both Joe and Neil's lives.
I've got the world on a string
Sitting on a rainbow
Joe didn't have the biggest stage presence, but he made up for it with a surprising musicality and it was clearly a song he knew well without even looking at the lyrics. He'd pleaded directly to Ares over the years with no reprieve from his curse, but maybe there was a spark of hope that there might be someone, somewhere out there who might listen.
Life is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold the string
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go