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#also yes this IS why i asked about the f1 boyband line up lmao
nyoomfruits · 9 months
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🔀 for landoscar if you like :)
i got super trouper by abba so OBVIOUSLY my brain immediately went 'landoscar boyband au' and uuuh. i actually wrote thing for it??? so??? here you go????
Most of the time, Lando’s relieved they gave up on trying to do any kind of synchronized choreography long ago. He’s never been very good at remembering all the different steps, always sort of missed his que, and next to George ‘what like it’s hard?’ Russell, anyone ends up kind of looking like a floppy fish anyway.
But right now, he kind of misses it. At least it gave him a purpose, especially during slower songs like these, the romantic love ballad that means he can’t just run around and make weird faces at the crowd for a bit while he waits for his turn to sing again.
They all have their thing during this song, anyway. George is center stage, carrying most of the verses and the chorus, belting like his heart depends on it. Pierre and Charles are doing, well, whatever Pierre and Charles do. Right now it looks like they’re doing some kind of ballroom dancing, Pierre twirling Charles around as they giggle loudly and nearly miss their que for the chorus, coming in just a second too late.
Meanwhile Alex is off to Lando’s other side, blowing kisses at the crowd and encouraging them to put up their flashlights and sway along, making a group of girls in the front row giggle and swoon.
Speaking of the front row, Lando glances out in the crowd again, searching, as he has been all night. Their lighting set up is insane, so he’s barely been able to see the crowd, but with the ballad it’s softer, more forgiving. He can actually see people’s faces now.
And so it doesn’t take long, before he spots him. Oscar is kind of awkwardly crammed between the barrier at the walkway stage and a girl holding a sign that says ‘CHARLES WILL YOU MARRY ME’. He looks horribly out of place, wearing a plain dark blue t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, a stark contrast with the decked out glitter covered fans around him. But his face, god.
There’s about 17.000 people in the venue right now. Many of them have posters of Lando above their bed, have entire Instagram pages dedicated to him, write his name next to theirs surrounded by hearts in the margins of their notes. And yet no one is looking at him with more love in their eyes then Oscar is right in that moment.
The bridge of the song comes around, and Lando fumbles for his mic, raising it just in time to start singing. He sings the whole cheesy, generic, saccharine sweet thing right at Oscar, not breaking eye contact for a moment.
No one knows about them, and maybe they never will. Maybe they will have to spend the rest of their lives in the shadows, hiding and sneaking around and keeping it a secret. It’s the prize, of the ridiculous level of fame Lando finds himself in.
But this moment, this little moment in the harsh glow of the spotlight, this is theirs. And no one is going to take that away from them.
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