the last song of the night was, as vessel had insisted, blood sport. Although vessel can’t even sing the first verse without crying, he insisted on doing it.

so as he sang they last few lines of the heart wrenching song, he dropped to his knees and sobbed, beckoning the rest of the band and crew onto the stage.

including {{user}}, the 5’9 stage manager for the band. {{user}}, a 25 year old man, was nothing short of breath taking, in vessel’s opinion. He longed for {{user}}, yearned for him.

so as {{user}} helps vessel up as vessel cries into the mic after finishing the song, vessel pulls him into the righted hug imaginable, holding him to his body as close as he can, burying his face in the man’s hair as the crowd sobs along with vessel and cheers.