In the Cardiff Afterlife
May. 24th, 2011 09:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
askygoneonfireI don't believe I've taken the time to talk about how glorious Saturday night in Cardiff was.
Nicky just SMILED and SMILED. He looked happier than ever. Then he put that skirt on and started doing high kicks and standing with his left leg up on the amp flashing his pants for the world to see. Unfortunately, his boa-mic-stand/electric flamingo was blocking my crotch shot view so I had to keep leaning onharleyrose in order to get a clear look.
Nicky, Nicky, my Nicky.
And I smiled too. Like I never do. I only smile like that. I only stand there, breathless, sweating, pressed against a thousand other bodies (actually, it was something like 7000 other bodies on Saturday) shaking from head to toe, screaming and SMILING like that when I am in front of them. In front of Nicky, in front of the wall of sound, in front of that energy.
Nicky just SMILED and SMILED. He looked happier than ever. Then he put that skirt on and started doing high kicks and standing with his left leg up on the amp flashing his pants for the world to see. Unfortunately, his boa-mic-stand/electric flamingo was blocking my crotch shot view so I had to keep leaning on
harleyrose in order to get a clear look.Nicky, Nicky, my Nicky.
And I smiled too. Like I never do. I only smile like that. I only stand there, breathless, sweating, pressed against a thousand other bodies (actually, it was something like 7000 other bodies on Saturday) shaking from head to toe, screaming and SMILING like that when I am in front of them. In front of Nicky, in front of the wall of sound, in front of that energy.
