e/R, Orpheus and Eurydice!
Asketh - eurvdice
((I already wrote the literal version of this for a previous round of drabble prompts here, so for you I wrote a not-so-literal modern AU :) ))
Grantaire loves these small, intimate gatherings. These days he’s more likely to perform to a crowd of tens of thousands than a few dozen, but he likes to do them when he can, when he’s home. It reminds him of the days when he was just starting out and he’d have called a hundred people crowded into a club to listen to him perform an unimaginable success, rather than small and intimate. They remind him where he came from, and why he does this.
Floréal says they keep him humble, and she’s probably not wrong about that, either. As humble as he can be these days, anyway.
He keeps the smaller gigs to his hometown, because the cost of a hundred tickets isn’t even enough to pay for the airfare for everyone who’d need to accompany him to put on a show, and because he likes to give back to the people and the city that helped him get his start.
His fans seem to like it, too. The tickets for these gigs usually sell out about a half a second after they go on sale.
It’s the reason he notices the man, the man in the second row in possession of a seat that half of Grantaire’s fans would have sold their left kidney to be able to occupy, but who seems far more interested what’s happening on the screen of his smartphone than the performance Grantaire is giving.
It’s the only reason he notices, Grantaire tells himself. It’s not because the man looks like a modern day Adonis, and it’s definitely not because of stung pride.