Cecil was settling in the island okay. It wasn't as if Islanders just forgot that he was Cecil Lovette, but it was never as hard to live with here as it was in California. He could walk around with minimal paparazzi following him around, make friends, and be pretty open about his sexuality. He didn't say he liked MCI more, Beverly Hills was always home in his heart, but so far, staying in the island to be low key was exactly what he needed.
Of course, Cecil was a natural busybody, and he didn't like keeping idle for long. He had a TV show and a movie both still in-progress, and he'd been participating in many local concerts, magazine photoshoots, and the like. There was a concert that night, sponsored by Lux, a fundraiser of some sort. He was one of the many performers they hired to perform on-stage.
After the last performer was done, Cecil left his dressing room, donned in a ridiculous, Marching Band-esque French Military get up when he saw Hayden Kemp leaving stage right. Hayden Kemp? He'd worked with him before. He didn't realize he had powers. Anxiety spiked in his chest. Nobody beyond the veil knew Cecil Lovette was a demon. When in Hollywood, he was nothing but a handsome, latin man, in here, he openly wore his more demonic features — his horns, fangs, black sclera and all. Fuck it! If Hayden finds out, he finds out. It wasn't as if anybody was going to blab about it.
As soon as the Host announced his name, Cecil got on stage and waved at the fans. He knew exactly how to act around an audience. He put his concerns aside and focused on the show, on the spotlight and his squealing fans. Cecil Grey Lovette never gave a performance half-baked. As usual, Cecil was a hit, and he went backstage with a bouquet of roses in his arms.
Back to... the matter at hand. Cecil went back to his dressing room and placed the roses on his couch, but not before giving them a good sniff. Hm. They smelled like Klaus. He got his make-up and clothes off, leaving him nothing but his black leather pants. He put a shiny robe on with intricate dragon carvings, to be modest. He took a deep breath. Alright, he decided, there's no harm in saying hi. He searched the backstage until he found a room with a star and the name HAYDEN KEMP. He knocked on the door.
"Hayden! It's me, Cecil. Lovette. Do you remember?"
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Of course, Cecil was a natural busybody, and he didn't like keeping idle for long. He had a TV show and a movie both still in-progress, and he'd been participating in many local concerts, magazine photoshoots, and the like. There was a concert that night, sponsored by Lux, a fundraiser of some sort. He was one of the many performers they hired to perform on-stage.
After the last performer was done, Cecil left his dressing room, donned in a ridiculous, Marching Band-esque French Military get up when he saw Hayden Kemp leaving stage right. Hayden Kemp? He'd worked with him before. He didn't realize he had powers. Anxiety spiked in his chest. Nobody beyond the veil knew Cecil Lovette was a demon. When in Hollywood, he was nothing but a handsome, latin man, in here, he openly wore his more demonic features — his horns, fangs, black sclera and all. Fuck it! If Hayden finds out, he finds out. It wasn't as if anybody was going to blab about it.
As soon as the Host announced his name, Cecil got on stage and waved at the fans. He knew exactly how to act around an audience. He put his concerns aside and focused on the show, on the spotlight and his squealing fans. Cecil Grey Lovette never gave a performance half-baked. As usual, Cecil was a hit, and he went backstage with a bouquet of roses in his arms.
Back to... the matter at hand. Cecil went back to his dressing room and placed the roses on his couch, but not before giving them a good sniff. Hm. They smelled like Klaus. He got his make-up and clothes off, leaving him nothing but his black leather pants. He put a shiny robe on with intricate dragon carvings, to be modest. He took a deep breath. Alright, he decided, there's no harm in saying hi. He searched the backstage until he found a room with a star and the name HAYDEN KEMP. He knocked on the door.
"Hayden! It's me, Cecil. Lovette. Do you remember?"
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