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Faithless - Love at Alexandra Palace	By : estoril Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Faithless Views: 767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Faithless – Love at Alexandra Palace

Looking out of the dressing room window over the lights of London spreading into the warm spring evening, she didn't think tonight would be any different.

And for him, sipping a diet coke across the room, eyes scanning the lines of a Buddhist mantra, it felt like a normal night.

Outside, fans had spilled from the bar onto the terrace that overlooked the city. Some were smoking, the orange pinpricks of their cigarettes dancing in the muggy air. Many were sitting on the stone wall waiting for their pills to kick in; others were tapping their feet with joyful nerves for what was to come.

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Finally, the support act finished their set, and people crowded to the bar to get drinks before Faithless came on.

For the next two hours, the cavernous hall was filled with hard electronic beats. Arms waved in the smoky air like neon barley. Glowsticks, phones and camera flashes melded with the stage lights.

On the keyboards, she drummed out the riffs that still felt new after years of playing them.

At one point, he did something he had never done before. Normally he kept to the centre of the stage, but tonight, as Insomnia reached its peak, he came towards the keyboards. She looked up and saw him with his hands in the air, exhorting the crowds to cheer for her. She caught his eye and found herself smiling with a mix of shyness and flirtatiousness. What am I doing? she thought wildly, crashing out another line of the famous riff. I've known this man for over ten years – I can't be feeling like this now. She made sure the thoughts were banished from her head and started the introduction of Sweep.

After the encore, she made her way off stage. A stagehand handed her a bottle of water which she took, and headed off. When she felt a hand on her damp back, she thought it was one of the techies.
It was him.
"Fucking fantastic," he whispered in her ear, tickling her with a drip of sweat. All she could do was smile. She felt herself slipping her arm around his narrow waist, her skin warm against the damp hotness of his body. She'd never really noticed how tight his muscles were, how taut and metallic under his polished skin.
"Ready for a party?" he asked as they neared the bright strip-lit corridor.
"Always." she grinned.
"I'll see you in there. Get me a drink." he said and loped off ahead of her, dashing the sweat off his neck as he went. She found herself admiring his slender body from behind – the way his torso ran smoothly into his black suit trousers; how he looked like a Maasai warrior. Stop it! she berated herself and blew her fringe off her forehead defiantly before heading into the backstage room.
The whole crew was in there – techies, producers, stagehands and some special guests, friends of the team.
She spotted Dido pouring herself a drink at the catering table and went over.
"Hey mate," she said jovially.
"Blissy!" Dido's face opened into a wide smile. She reached out for a hug.
"Watch out, I'm sweaty as hell."
"Oh I've had worse, honey. Here, what are you drinking?"
"JD if they've got it."
Dido poured a couple of inches of whisky into a glass and topped it up with soda.
"So how have you been?" she asked. "I haven't seen you for ages."
"Pretty good, actually. Working hard."
"As always." Dido said with a tease of admonition.
"Yeah, you know."
"How's your fella?"
"Same as ever."
They shared a weary smile. Dido started to talk about her own boyfriend, but Blissy's mind and eyes wandered. She'd just noticed Max enter the room, a fresh white t-shirt clinging to his skin still damp from the shower. She lit a cigarette and watched him greet a few people with his easy grin.
She normally felt electrified after a gig, but tonight there was a low buzz in her stomach that she couldn't define. It felt like years ago, when she was just discovering house music – the frisson of the unknown when you stepped into a club, someone pressing a pill into your palm, waiting for the first curve of euphoria.
Then, as if on cue, he was at her side. Dido offered to get him a drink, and when she moved off a couple of paces to find a can of lager, he held something up between his thumb and finger.
"For old time's sake?" he said, head cocked to the side cheekily. A little pink circle. Heart banging, she nodded and he put it to her mouth. She curled her tongue under his thumb and he dropped the pill onto it. They maintained eye contact throughout the exchange, and when she'd swallowed it, he brushed her fringe off her forehead with his index finger. Then he got his cigarettes out and lit one off the end of hers. She couldn't move – thoughts were crashing through her head, and her feet were glued to the ground.
"Fucking amazing crowd out there tonight." he said, huffing out a lungful of smoke.
"Yeah, I love playing London."
"Feels like coming home, yeah?" he smiled, lion-like. He took a long drag of his cigarette and studied her.
"Here, Max." Dido held out a can of beer and he took it, his eyes never leaving Blissy. Then, with a little bemused laugh, he said he'd see them later, and wandered off.
"What's wrong with him?" Dido asked.
"No idea. I think he's taken something."
"What, Maxi? I thought you guys stopped all that years ago."
"Yeah, we did. I guess he just wants some of that old happiness back."
"He's a funny one."
"He's my best mate…"
"Oh yeah, shit – I wasn't-"
"No, I know. It's fine."
"Are you ok?"
Blissy sighed and searched the room for his retreating figure. "If I told you, you'd think I was mad."
But before she could say any more, one of the crew came over and a new conversation started.

He was off in the shadows talking to LSK and one of the backing singers, but his eyes were following Blissy as she walked across the room. His pill hadn't kicked in yet, but he could feel the introductory shivers.
He had thought Blissy was beautiful the first time he saw her in a beanie hat and parka one afternoon at Rollo's studio. But she was one of the lads really, and a massive musical talent. He never usually messed around with people he worked with.
But tonight – he didn't know why, but something made him see her in a new light, as if the last ten years hadn't happened – the grey mornings on tour when they'd sit together wearing their tiredness like medals, the days in the recording studios that went so quickly it was a surprise when they saw night-time through the windows.
He looked at her now as if she were a stranger in a bar, and he saw how incredible she was. She had an air of confidence that was nowhere near arrogance. Just a steady sureness. And her beautiful body clad in black trousers and vest. Simple. Not like some of the half-dressed idiots who threw themselves at him just because he was a famous musician. If they knew even a quarter of the things that went on in his head, they would run a mile. But not Blissy. She knew everything about him. The dark and the light, the old and the new. How corny, he thought. How completely unoriginal of me to fancy her.
He watched her smoke a cigarette as she chatted to a group of guys. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned and looked at him. She seemed surprised that he had been staring at her, and smiled questioningly. The next time she looked at him, her pill must have dropped, because she was grinning. He made a tiny 'come here' movement with his eyebrows, and she excused herself from the group and walked over. By this time, LSK and the backing singer had gone off somewhere else, so the two of them were alone in the dark corner.
"Hey." he slid his hand onto her hip. "How's it going?"
"Just like old times!" she said happily.
"Good pills, heh?"
"Incredible. I forgot how good it is. I mean, for years now I've told myself that the buzz from doing a gig matches the buzz from a pill. It comes close, but really nothing beats this."
"I know." he said, amused by her sudden passion. I've known this girl for years, he thought. But she stilll surprises me. He watched her for a moment, sipping the last of her drink and grinning to herself.
"Hey." he said. "Come here."
She moved closer, lowering her head so he could speak into her ear.
"I don't tell you this enough, but you are amazing." he said. She stepped back and shook her head, embarrassed.
"No, I mean it." he pulled her nearer. "Amazing. A complete joy to work with. And so much fun to play with."
She raised her eyebrows. He gave a gruff laugh.
"You know what I mean."
"That's the pill talking." she assured him.
"No!" he pressed. "Maybe the pills bring it out, but the sentiment is there, my darling."
"Well, thanks. Shall we go and dance?"
Shit, what have I done? Adrenalin gave him a kick to the abdomen, and he bunched his hands into fists. She's happily involved with a great guy, and I've just bared my soul and frightened her. Why did I think she would see me as anything except the old geezer she works with?
Someone had put the music up and a few people were dancing. As soon as Blissy got in the mix, the party seemed to kick up a few notches. The air was smoky, and people looked heavenly, Maxi thought. Heavenly.
Caught up in the spirit, he slung his arm around someone and punched the air gleefully. He would try not to look at her.
A little while later, he was dancing with LSK and Jamie Catto, jumping up and down vigorously, arms around them. LSK stepped back, dragging the other two with him, and they broke apart. Max nearly lost his footing, and grabbed for the nearest thing. It was an arm. Her arm. She whipped around and he found himself face to face with her.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Her tone was light but her eyes were accusing.
"Sorry darling. Madness. Wanna dance?"
He took her by the waist.
"No." she pushed his hands away.
"Come on."
"No! Just no, ok?"
And with that she had whirled out of his grip and was heading for the door.
He grabbed a bottle of water and followed her. She was in the corridor, her hands against the wall.
"Hey."
"Go away."
"Did that pill not work or something?"
He came to stand beside her and she looked at him.
"It worked." she said. "That's why I'm scared to be around you."
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she said, her face strained. "I can't explain it, Max, and I feel… beyond stupid."
"Ok…"
"I can't justify it to myself. I was going to forget about it, but those things you said earlier-"
"It's ok." he said softly, reaching to touch her face. She flinched, but closed her eyes and let him stroke her cheek. "Honestly, it's ok."
He leaned towards her and kissed her.
If she had any willpower left, it evaporated in that moment. She tried to gather her self-control, but the only thing she could do was kiss him again.
"This is so wrong." she murmured.
"Does it feel wrong?"
"No. Yes. I mean- I don't know."
"It's just for tonight. This is a crazy night, my darling. We've done something we haven't done for years. Let's just enjoy it."
"Shall we go somewhere else?" She glanced nervously down the hallway.
"Come with me."
He led her down the corridor, took a left, then stopped at a window. He unhooked it and pushed it open, launching himself onto the sill like a jaguar and extending his arm to help her up too. She laughed and let him pull her up. They emerged onto a balcony at the back of the palace.
"This is amazing! How did you know how to get up here?"
"I didn't. I just saw the window!"
For a moment they stood side by side and looked out over the trees and lights. Then she turned to him and said "I've never imagined this happening. Have you?"
"Not until about an hour ago." he said wryly. He was suddenly jittery, like a fifteen-year-old. He couldn't believe that she was here, wanting him as much as he wanted her. Her eyelids were heavy with the effects of the pill, and a small smile played on her lips.
He laid his mouth against hers. The taboo of the situation electrified it. Kissing her felt almost incestuous.
"Blissy…" he breathed.
"Call me by my real name." she whispered.
"Ayalah."
He held her face in his long hands and kissed her with all the sensuous artfulness he could muster. She ran her palms up and down his chest under his t-shirt.
He traced lines down her face onto her neck, making her shiver, and drew his thumbs across her breasts so her nipples stood out. It was a warm night, but the closeness of him was sending cold bolts through her body. They parted for a moment so he could pull her vest off over her head. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her red lace bra.
"I never expected you to wear that kind of underwear." he smirked, finding her mouth again.
"What did you think I wore?"
"I've never given it much thought."
"I have matching pants..."
Taking that as an invitation, he unfastened her trousers and tugged them into a pool on the floor. Then he bent down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her red lace knickers.
"So I see." He pulled them down a couple of inches and slid his tongue straight on to her clit. She caught her breath. As he swirled the tip of his tongue over it, her breathing got quicker. He stood up to kiss her again, putting his hand where his tongue had been. She was so wet that his fingers slid easily into her and he felt her muscles tense with pleasure. She came almost immediately, her teeth against his neck.
"Fuck me." she whispered. They moved to the wall and she stood against it while he unfastened his trousers. Then he was pushing into her, and with a long thrust he was inside. Neither of them had felt anything like this before – this mix of pill-induced euphoria and frisson of taboo. He moved against her for what could have been hours, so overwhelming was their unity. Both knew that this would be the first and the last time.
When he finally came, she clung to him, not wanting them to part. He stepped away after a long moment, and they gathered their clothes. They stood and looked at the stars and the lights spreading into the distance.
Before they went back to the party, he kissed her on the forehead and sent her a million kinetic messages with his eyes - everything he wanted her to know but would never be able to say.
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