This is random, but if I were AMC, i would make The Vampire Lestat a real rock band for S3 as in they're releasing singles with Lestat and the band as the artist. It would be so meta, but imagine the potential PR the show would get from it. (I mean, look how internet eating up cunty Lestat now)
Like, buy at least four songs for the band, let Jacob write the lyrics (because his lyrics are so Good) and Sam co-write it. Release (complete with a MV ofc) one before the first part of TVL being released, one after the season ends, then same with the other two for the TVL part II/QotD season. Then release an EP out of them by the end of QotD part I season.
And make them legit songs. I haven't read QotD but I heard the songs in the books mainly to call out Akasha/other vampires?? Make the songs cathartic for Lestat; make them also about his trauma with vampirism, about good vs bad, mocking religion etc, so the whole band thing would be something he really needs to do (as in if Louis needed to do the interview, Lestat needs to do his music) rather just "fuck around and find out" yknow. And whoever ends up interviewing Lestat (hopefully Daniel), I want Lestat to bring him to the compound where he and the band live so we would get to see some some behind the scenes of the rockstar.
As someone who used to do PR campaigns, I can't help but see this potential. I mean, the greatest thing and main attraction of QotD movie (after queen Aaliyah ofc) were the OST; general people still remember Lestat will be a rockstar. Sam wouldn't even need to promote it elsewhere, internet could do it for him. You get me? This whole idea keeps playing in my imagination I need to write it down.
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Lestat/Daniel
First sentence: Hey! Where is that hand going?!
This went in a direction I didn't expect but I had fun with it and I hope you'll have fun with it, too! I don't usually write this way, either, so it's a bit of an experiment and I hope it works.
“Hey, where is that hand going?” Lestat smiles teasingly at Daniel as he reaches for his jeans, to pull the little box of cigarettes from his front pocket.
Daniel gives him an exasperated look but it’s temperated by the elation in him, the joy from the concert they’ve just left. Lestat can smell the blood and sweat on him from jumping and dancing around to the music.
He puts the cigarette to his lips and flicks the lighter until a tiny flame dances on the top. He touches the cigarette to his lips and inhales, his dead lungs expanding in his chest. Lestat can hear the breath move into them and the way his heart speeds up almost imperceptibility. He offers Lestat the box.
Lestat holds up a hand in refusal. Daniel shrugs and puts the box back in his pocket, creating a small bulge over his hip. Lestat’s eyes trail to the other bulge beneath his jeans and he smiles to himself. Such a mortal thing to notice. Such mortal desires. But then he’s not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. They’re no longer the same as when he was a human boy, but no less intense.
He watches Daniel smoke, the cigarette held between two long fingers that bring it to his soft lips. His blond hair is damp with blood sweat near the roots and the aroma is intoxicating. Lestat moves closer without realizing and Daniel looks at him.
The look stops his heart. It’s so open with the hint of a soft smile on his youthful face. Lestat can see plainly how this boy captivated Armand so quickly. With his tenacity and boldness, surely, but no doubt his beauty played a part. He’s a captivating creature. And yet there’s a casualness to his movements, an almost unawareness of just how alluring it is when he sucks on the cigarette, his lips puckering around it.
“Did you like the band?” Daniel asks, shifting nervously under Lestat’s gaze. Lestat turns away, watching the rest of the crowd exiting the building, their hearts hammering at frenetic tempos. They smell of sweat, beer, and hairspray, the faint smell of marijuana lingering in the air.
“They had a good energy, though I was tempted to go up there and show the lead singer how it’s done.”
Daniel laughs, a puff of smoke coming out of his mouth as he does. “Yeah, well, not everyone can be The Vampire Lestat.” The cigarettes make his voice rougher and give it a texture that sets Lestat’s hair on end.
“I’ve been thinking it’s time for a reunion tour,” Lestat says. He doesn’t really mean it. Yes, he longs to do it, to be on stage again, but as much as teases Marius, he knows it’s not realistic. His new role is the role of a lifetime: the prince of all vampire kind. He works that stage brilliantly, plays the part with fervor and zeal. But sometimes when he posts videos of himself singing a few bars on the internet and the comments go wild, he wants to be on the stage again like he used to.
“Yeah, well, sign me up,” Daniel says. “I’ll work your merchandise table.”
Lestat laughs. This is what he loves about Daniel. When he says things like that, Armand will frown trying to work out how serious he is and Louis gets that familiar little wrinkle in his forehead that marks his concern. Marius will jump into a long lecture of why he can’t ever be on stage again. But Daniel simply jumps on board.
Lestat moves closer and snatches the cigarette from his fingers. Again, Daniel gives him that exasperated look, the one perfected over years with Armand. There’s no real rancor in it, though. Lestat touches the cigarette to his lips, slightly moist from Daniel’s mouth, and inhales. The smoke is hot, filling his lungs with dry, crackling air. Daniel takes it back, putting it right to his own mouth and leaving it there hanging on his lip as he runs his fingers through his blond hair.
“You can be my tour manager,” Lestat says.
“I know you’re joking but if you want, we could make it happen,” Daniel says.
Lestat’s pulse quickens. He imagines the heat of the lights, the microphone in his hand, the crowd in front of him going berserk like they did for this mediocre local rock band.
“Armand has connections in the music scene here, he could secure a venue. Maybe even this one.” Daniel gestures behind him. “We could sell you as a cover artist. Get you a back up band for one night. No one would think it was really you but…” He shrugs. “Could be fun.”
It could be fun. Lestat can imagine it clearly enough. He can wear a costume similar to one of his more famous ones and go wild with the hair and makeup. He’ll be an impersonator to the audience, playing a role.
“The role I was born to play,” he mumbles.
“Yourself?” Daniel snorts. He drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it out with his shoe. “Yeah, man, it’d be cool.”
Lestat considers. Puts his arm around Daniel’s shoulders and pulls him into a hug right there on the street. No one cares. That’s the best thing about this modern age in the big city. No one really pays attention to anyone else. Everyone is too busy stumbling out of the venue, heading for the subway or a taxi, or a bar.
“Let’s get a drink,” Lestat says.
Daniel gives him a sidelong look, and his thoughts are easy enough to read. But he vocalizes his question anyway: “What kind of drink?”
Daniel is young and he’s fed. He has no need of blood right now, though Lestat is tempted to take him somewhere dark and quiet and offer him some regardless.
“In a bar! Let’s follow the crowd.”
“Sure. I actually know a good place three blocks down,” Daniel says.
Lestat grins. He lowers his arm so it’s around Daniel’s waist and Daniel puts his arm around Lestat’s waist in turn. They walk together, milling through the crowd. “If were to do this show—a one night only engagement you understand—“
Daniel nods. “Obviously.”
“Do you really think Armand would help?”
“Of course! He’ll love the idea. Getting to dress you up in 80s rockstar regalia and watch you perform? He’ll be first in line.”
“I suppose you and your maker get up to plenty of trouble in this town,” Lestat says.
Daniel snorts. “You can say that.”
The idea is stuck in his head now, and he can’t stop thinking of which songs he’ll want to do, how many rehearsals it’ll take with a new band, how much time they’ll need. “What about the others?” Lestat asks, as they stop at the curb and wait to cross.
Daniel considers, worrying his lip. It’s an extremely human gesture. Louis might be the most human of them all but Daniel has retained so much of his humanity, and Lestat enjoys that about him, too. “I think Louis will come around once we explain the whole impersonator part.”
“Hm.” Lestat can picture Louis’ elegant face shifting into disapproval, but then he remembers their reunion in the 80s, and how delicious it was. How delicious it always is to see him worried and perturbed and to prove him wrong. Besides, he’ll love it, too. Perhaps even more than rest, not that he’ll ever admit it. “Good. Then we should start making plans immediately.”
The light changes for them to cross, and Daniel hesitates. Lestat can hear the uncertainty in his thoughts, not for this crazed concert venture, but whether it’d be best to go back to Trinity Gate and enlist Armand’s help immediately, or whether they can do some basic planning at the bar. Lestat is still buzzing from the energy of the show and his new plan for a show of his own and he wants to be in a lively setting, surrounded by people.
“To the bar, Danny,” Lestat says, giving him a hard pat on his ass. “You can call your maker and have him join us there. He can bring a computer.”
Daniel laughs and shakes his head and they head across the street.
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