His fingers are hovering over it, like he wants to cup it, while his eyes close and voice goes into a tenderly sweet tone.
His lips are practically touching the cold metal as he whispers into it.
Fans are going crazy. They would do anything to get that microphone.
He also tends to pose dramatically with the pole.
Bonus: Graves shamelessly ruts against the pole thing and he’s sure some brains got short circuited.
Bonus 2: Throw into the mix the super flustered fan Newt, who is always admiring beautiful things from afar, and who just happened to be squashed into the front row by Queenie. He wants to run away. He’s so close to his celebrity crush, he barely can keep himself on feet. His knees buckle from time to time though. He’s flushed a deep shade of red as he stares mesmerized at the stage, at Graves.
He barely registers the shove Queenie gives him before he’s catching the MICROPHONE and he raises his eyes shocked, and he sees Graves smirking and then he winks at Newt.