17 minutes verse: based on the prompt “tripping over each other
at a concert au” (Read on AO3).
Dean couldn’t believe it. He was
actually there. There. At a Kansas
concert. All his childhood he had lived on the roads with his father and
brother, blasting their entire discography in the Impala. He had found comfort
in their songs when Sammy had lived them to go to college. His life was
basically linked with Dust in the Wind, his
He was in his thirties now, and if he had to confess something, it would
be that he hadn’t been listening to Kansas for a while. Maybe it reminded him
too much of painful memories he had tucked in the back of his head. Maybe yeah.
But those memories had come rushing into him when he had driven past a massive
ad for Kansas’ next show in the area. He couldn’t skip that. He was on his own
now, his father was gone, Sammy was away being a successful lawyer and here he
was. Still in the Impala, still living on the roads because he didn’t know how
to do anything else. He got itchy feet each time he tried to settle somewhere.
He belonged to the asphalt with his Baby.