play2gether: a universe
“I can see your mouth forming the letters of my name,” Sarawat sang, and the crowd cheered, dobs of light from cellphones flickering on around the stadium. It was impossible to make anybody out, in the headlights.
In his weaker moments, he wondered sometimes: is he here? Did he come?
It wasn’t impossible. They were a famous band. They toured a lot. He could be a fan. He could be at this show, or next week’s, or any of the innumerable shows they’d done before. Sarawat would have no way of knowing. If he — if he remembered Sarawat, if he thought of him sometimes, he’d have no way of making his way backstage. He’d never come to a signing or a greeting or anything. Sarawat had stopped letting himself look.
The Stranger was gone and Sarawat had no earthly way of finding or identifying him.
Or: Two boys meet at a Scrubb concert. They don't exchange names or numbers. One of them goes on to write, like, four best-selling albums about it, and the other one doesn't know because he only listens to one band.
Anyway, they fall in love.
- Part 1 of play2gether: a universe
11 Jun 2020
The first thing to arrive was a laptop. Type had to sign for it. He and Tine, who had returned from the office to shower for the first time in four days, opened the box at the kitchen table, then stared at it in silence for a few minutes before Tine asked, “Is there — like, a card?”
There was. It said For my beautiful tissue man!!!! I am very rich. Please marry me. PS. I love you very much!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ , Your Man.
Type frowned, blinked, then looked at Tine. He asked, “Hey. What the hell?”
Tine was smiling a little as he shrugged. “I guess he likes you.”
OR: Type and Man fall in love, against Type's better judgment.
- Part 2 of play2gether: a universe