La mia musa (Mushy)

[Kitten]

Fitello breathed hard as he finished his violin solo. His bright blond hair stuck to his face with the sweat from his nerves and the house lights. His vision swam as he bowed to the clapping audience, his bright gray eyes wandering down to the orchestra below. It was a heady feeling to look down on his fellow players and know he was more then the background music.

The lanky Italian bowed once more and stepped back as the curtains closed and the crowd started to make its way out of the theater. He pulled his hair off of his shoulders and up into a little ponytail before starting back to the dressing room. He was burning up in his tuxedo, the heady feeling making him daring enough to... to... Grab the first guy he saw and give him the kiss of his life!

[Mushy]

"That was beautiful," Shiro breathed, his eyes still on the curtains. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, mesmorized, with his hands clasped in front of his lips.

"The violinist or the music?" His companion piped up next to him. Shiro turned to Rinaldo and suddenly had an idea. He leapt up from his seat and made his way through the crowded seats of the audience. Possessed by a spontaneous desire to sneak backstage, Shiro left his friend in the audience. Rinaldo let out a sigh. "It's both..."

Shiro was agile and attentive. No one noticed as he snuck through the building, managing to worm past the light security blocking the backstage area. He took a small glimpse of the stairs that led up to the door that entered onto the stage before making his way into a room full of various instrument cases and folded chairs. He noticed a sign on a door pointing to the dressing rooms and couldn't help but be curious - he quickly cut across the room and headed through the door.

[Kitten]

Fitello stripped quickly down into his boxers and undershirt in the dressing room. He wanted to be newly dressed when the others made their way back in. So that he could gather a few friends and go out to celebrate on their own. He loved people usually, but found himself wanting a little winding down time now.

He drew on a pair of faded blue jeans and a loose fitting crimson shirt. It would be much easier to enjoy himself in this lighter attire. As he slipped his black boots on and let his hair down the door opened. "Hello?" He called.

[Mushy]

Shiro pulled open the door and peered in. He hadn't gone undetected - the man inside, who he recognized instantly had said hello to him.

It's Fitello! Shiro thought and a small smile broke out on his face.

"Hi! Fitello?" He noticed the man on stage was now wearing more casual clothing, and couldn't help but admire how well Fitello looked in a pair of jeans. He didn't feel like declaring he was a fan or anything like that. "I never thought I'd see you in a pair of jeans..." he mused. "You look...really good."

Shiro suddenly blushed slightly, realizing he'd just said something very bold to someone he had a lot of respect for.

[Kitten]

Fitello smiled and finally burst into laugher. "Indeed? Well I do have a mighty love for jeans." He smirked and stood. "And for myself in them." He winked and crossed the room to him.

"Now I am at a bit of a bind here. I don't know who you are. But I shall call you Alonzo. Come Alonzo and let me kiss you silly!" He announced and swept the boy into his arms.

"Will you let me Alonzo?" He laughed brightly. "Or tell me your name. Or how you got back here!" He smiled and bumped noses with him, feeling the buzz from the stage still there.

[Mushy]

Having expected to be thrown out immediately, or at least have guards summoned to do so, Shiro was completely taken aback by the unusual greeting.

"You...you can call me Shiro," he stated with a light laugh. "And...I snuck back here after a sudden spontaneous urge. I have a question - why Alonzo?"

He couldn't help but wonder if that was Fitello's lover's name, or there was another reason why he might choose such a name to decide to call him that. Or maybe it was someone who had crossed his path that he didn't like. Shiro was now starting to realize he probably shouldn't have snuck backstage - the thrill of it was fine, but once he was caught, his conscience caught up. Regardless, he wanted to stay back here, and was rather thankful there hadn't been any shouts, nor had he been thrown out of the building.

[Kitten]

Fitello laughed. "Oh you wicked devil!" He winked. "I have a brother, very dear to me, who would do just this kind of thing." He hugged him tighter and set him down. "Shiro hm? What a pretty name. Shiro."

"Well my name is Fitello." He took the others hand and bowed deeply. "Fitello Natale. At your service." He winked. "Whatever service that may be." He chuckled to himself and considered for a long moment.

"Well that sort of bravery should be rewarded!" He decided suddenly. "Come Shiro! Let me take you out to dinner." He offered his hand. "Okay?"

[Mushy]

"Dinner?" Shiro breathed out, with a slight chuckle of disbelief. He had expected guards to be called, and he had almost been ready for the fun of trying to escape the guards too. But dinner - with Fitello Natale?! Shiro was astounded but very, very pleased.

"Um, what kind of dinner do you have in mind?" Shiro asked brightly, completely forgetting and abandoning his friend out in the audience. He'll make his way home. He's used to me pulling stunts like this all the time!

[Kitten]

Fitello grinned and grabbed his arm. "Oh I don't know... Something delicious!" He wrapped an arm around his waist. "What do you like to eat?"

This little Shiro was very cute. He kissed the others cheek happily. "I personally love seafood. Though... I suppose it doesn't encourage any after dinner snuggling though..." He pouted slightly.

"Well let's go before everyone else comes back here!" He grabbed his coat and wallet and yanked him out the back way.

[Mushy]

Shiro was completely intoxicated by Fitello's charm, and could only nod after everything he said. As they both exited to avoid anybody else, Shiro called out to Fitello.

"Anything sounds good to eat!" He said. "I personally like Greek dishes!"

The idea of having a plateful of spanakopita in front of him as a mere appetizer made his mouth water. If Fitello was serious about that after dinner cuddling though, Shiro would have to make sure not to get any spinach caught in between his teeth.