(http://i1321.photobucket.com/albums/u553/anorienparker/PS_zps3810db65.jpg)  Ember was studying the label on his beer like it held the secret to life as everyone moved around, talking and heading up on the stage.  Though he was determined not to, his eyes lifted and settled on Alex when the man had first arrived.  He was pretty sure no one saw him looking and he could only be thankful no one could feel the heat down low in his belly that settled there every time he saw the other man.<br/><br/>On one hand, a few harmless little fantasies about Alex wouldn't hurt anyone, but on the other, if any one knew what he was thinking, they'd kick him to the curb.<br/><br/>He was so lost in his own thoughts, it took him a moment to realize what was going on around him.  He quickly shook off his little daydream and quietly grabbed his favorite guitar.  He took his usual please, knowing that at least one or two of his band mates would be surprised at how quietly he moved, and how he always seemed to just appear on stage out of nowhere.<br/><br/>It was just how you learned to move when you were shy and, as a child, always in someone's way.<br/><br/>He wondered where Alex was for a moment as his fingers caressed the strings of his 'baby' and felt that same old familiar feeling of being at home, the feeling that only being on stage could give him, settled over him.  As Ember began to play, he closed his eyes and let everything go, let all the tension melt away...and let his fingers say all the things his lips never would.