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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 11:02:26 GMT -5
Hanyo perked up, dropping the last of the burnt remains into the sink, washing them away. He turned, leaning back against the sink, cocking his head. 'I thought he couldn't wait until I disappeared?' Not daring to get his hopes up only to be shot down again he shrugged.
"Uh....sure, why not? It'll give me something to do before....." He had meant what he said last night, he loved Tsings voice. He wasn't about to pass this up, especially since it would mean alot to him if not the boy.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 11:05:11 GMT -5
He swallowed. Okay...so he was going to go. 'Good job. Now you'll never get rid of him. What the fuck are you thinking?! Inviting him?!' he thought sarcastically.
"Alright." he ground out. "It starts at seven...in that big huge outdoor Arena place." He turned and left the room, heading towards the bedroom. What an idiot he was.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 11:11:41 GMT -5
He sighed and slumped down a bit, feeling just a bit better. 'So, i'm going to prolong my torture by watching him up there on stage,' he groaned to himself at the thought of what the boys voice was going to do to him, knowing he would be there no matter what. He wouldn't change his mind now, couldn't even begin to think of it. He didn't know how long he was there before Sefora appeared beside him.
"We're landing, make sure tsing's all ready to go. You have to stock up right? I'll just put the return trip on hold until tomorrow morning, alright?" He nodded, looking down at his clothes. They were hardly good enough for Tsings concert but they were all he had. He'd have to go shopping before seven. He walked into the cockpit and slipped on shoes, pulling a pouch of money from a drawer.
"We're here," he yelled, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand over his forehead.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 11:22:44 GMT -5
Tsing appeared in the doorway to the cockpit, slippers on his feet, and ready to go. "Then let me get off this craphole already."
Once Sefora finished landing, and opened the ship, he darted off the chunk of metal, and began to jog to his house, leaving the Zercan behind.
He checked the time. 5:30...he was already late. After making a quick stop at his house to get real shoes on, he made his way to the trainstation. Boarding the train, he was at the stadium in no time.
"Look who decided to show up, finally!" his manager scolded as he walked into the dressing room.
"Cut the crap, Yin." he snapped, flopping down in the empty dressing table, people quickly swarming around him to get him ready. "And someone get me a fucking cigarette...."
Du Fei chuckled. "We thought you had run off. I had to tell your parents that you were staying at my place for the past few days."
He shrugged. "I was kidnapped by a freak."
Kai chuckled, "Only you'd be calm about something like that." He handed the boy a cigarette.
"Thanks." he muttered, pulling out the scraps of paper. "Could you translate this? And someone get Seiki."
Kai raised an eyebrow at the scribbled japanese. "Okay...I can do it...why? This some new song you want us to sing?"
"Yeah. Tonight."
"That's impossible!" Hao cried. "We'd have to rehearse and crap..."
"So? We have a couple of hours. Hurry up and get to it. I know how it should be, and that's enough." He lit up.
Yin snatched away the cigarette and replaced it with a mask that was hooked up to a humidifier. "Not before a show." she scolded.
He glared, grabbing the damn mask and placing it over his face after the make-up artist was done with his face.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 11:29:48 GMT -5
Hanyo watched him go, feeling lost for a minute before he pulled his wrist band on. "Tell me when it hit's six, I want to get to the concert early." He told Sefora and walked through the forest to the shops. There was a large grocery store and he went there first, picking out all sorts of strange Earth food, whatever suited his fancy, and lugged that back to the ship, amidst stares from pedestrians, before stirking out for clothes.
He browsed around before finding a pair of black jeans that, when he tried them on, slung low on his hips, clinging to his knees and accenting his legs. He paid for them and a loose dress shirt he liked and went back to the ship to change. He clipped on his earrings, choosing red loops to match his clothes, and brushed his hair until it fell in soft waves over his forehead. "Okay...." he glanced at his watch type thing and pulled on a pair of clean shoes, telling Sefora to lock up. There was nothing wrong with arriving a little early.
He made his way to the train station, glaring at the screen as he tried to decide where to go, running his finger down it until he found what he was looking for. He paid for a ticket and stood in a line waiting for the shiny worm-like things from before. He was a bit giddy. This would be his first time taking transport on Earth.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 11:37:01 GMT -5
"Nonono!" He yelled, the music dying around him. "You entered too early, Hao!"
"Sorry." the drummer snapped back.
Du Fei chuckled from his place at the keybaord, he had switched for the song. "You're a bit tight assed today."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Du Fei." Tsing glared at him. The man just shrugged.
"Am I doing okay?" Seiki asked timidly, blinking at her friend innocently. She had been dressed in a lolita type outfit....a frosty blue one, and god...it made Tsing want her...but not too much. He shrugged it off.
"You're fine."
"Tsing, you even try to sing, and I'll kill you." Yin scolded. She had refused to let the 16 year old use his voice before the concert.
"I wasn't going to, you fucking hag." He flipped her off before turning back to Seiki. "You're doing perfectly fine." He gave her one of his smiles, and she blushed deeply before turning back to the microphone.
"Alright, try again---"
"Sorry to interupt." a worker said, coming up and bowing to them. "But it's 6:30....we have to clear the stage and start letting people enter. Your intros need to set up as well..."
"Whatever." he sighed. It wasn't nearly as perfect as he wanted. "Just...if anyone screws up this song during the show...I'll fucking beat the crap out of them." And with that he stormed off stage, snatching up the humidifier's mask back stage and putting it on.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 11:42:39 GMT -5
Hanyo watched dismayed as he got closer to the stadium. There was a huge line and people were talking about tickets. How was he supposed to get in without a ticket? He could sneak in, but then what if there was a set number of seats? Unperturbed he walked around until he found an employees only enterance. Slinking through the shadows he made his way to where he thought there would be an exit to the inside. He'd stand in the frickin aisles of the place if he had to.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 11:49:15 GMT -5
Soon, the seats were filled, and the intro band had begun. He had let the employees of the place know that a man was going to be coming, who didn't have a ticket...and that he was a friend of his. He even explained what he looked like.
But as he watched the crowd from behind the curtains, he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the sinking feeling in his chest. He didn't see Hanyo. He wasn't even near the seat he had reserved for him in the front. Had he refused to come??
He clenched his fists. Like it really mattered. He turned and stormed off back to where everyone was waiting.
"Aww...don't pout kiddo." Kai kidded, ruffling his hair.
He batted his hand away. "Oh shut up. My guest isn't here."
"So?"
"Never mind."
Du Fei raised an eyebrow. "Man...you've been acting strange lately. First, that song, then the special guest of yours...if the story you told us is true..."
"It is."
"Yeah, but....what the fuck happened to you? Where's the sarcastic son of a bitch that based his looks off of japan's hide?"
"He's here. In fact...he says that if you don't cut it out, he's going to pound you."
He laughed.
"Five minutes." a crewman said.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 11:53:35 GMT -5
Hanyo just managed to get out in the middle of another band playing. He scowled, looking through the dark for an empty set. There! He made his way to the seat in the front, throwing himself into it as the band on stage finished up. Sighing he clicked Sefora's watch off so the boy wouldn't disturb him, or take his attention away from Tsing. He sighed nervously, and relaxed.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 12:01:51 GMT -5
The lights shut off in the arena, plunging it into darkness, so it was only lit up by the sky. ANd then lights flashed, and there they were.
Tsing smirked at the crowd as they were introduced, cheers rising up everywhere. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back. He loved being praised like this....up in front of so many people. All cheering for him.
The first song started and ended, with hundreds singing along, and cheering him on. During the interval, he stopped, and stared at Hanyo for a second. He was there...although he could hardly make him out due to the stage lights.
He switched his microphone onto private, and told the others that he wanted to sing the new one. Now. They glanced at each other and nodded. "Don't mess this up Hao..." he muttered darkly, signalling Seiki to come out.
The crowd seemed confused at first, but he explained, "We've decided to give everyone a little treat." He winked at one of the girls in the front row and she squealed, nearly fainting. He grinned. "This is a friend of mine, Seiki. She's from my home in Sapporo. She's here to help me sing this new song, that no one's heard of....frankly because it's new." The crowd laughed.
The song started, and to his amazement...it was going perfectly...
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 12:07:45 GMT -5
God was he amazing. Hanyo couldn't keep his eyes off the boy, although he tried in vain to watch the rest of the band, his eyes were solely for Tsing. He started getting into it, bouncing with the beat, though slightly. It felt sort of awkward.
He growled lowly when Tsing winked at the girl in the front, jealousy flaring up before he beat it down. 'Doesn't like you, remember?' With that depressing thought he listened intently to Tsing explaining their next song. Wait?! When did he have time to do this song? He had practically been with the boy for all of their trip. He felt elated, excited to hear it. Maybe...maybe it was the song Tsing promised him that night. He barely dared to hope, sitting forward in his seat a bit.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 12:13:26 GMT -5
The slow beat, and the words amazed his fans. He had never sung anything so slow and sappy before...and he knew some must have been disapointed...but he didn't care. He actually...liked this song.
And his voice and Seiki's went together so well when their parts came together. It felt nice to sing so slowly, and he found himself putting his all into the song.
It really was perfect..Hao didn't screw up on his timing, Seiki sounded better, even though earlier he had told her she had sounded fine....and Yin was even smiling backstage.
When the song stopped, he glanced at Hanyo for a moment before tearing his eyes away. 'There's your song...idiot...now you can just...go away....'
The crowd cheered loudly after the song, yelling about how much they loved it, and asking who it had been written for. Tsing just plastered his show face on and bowed with Seiki before she slowly walked off stage.
Yin motioned for them to hurry up and get on with the next song, which the band hurried into...but Tsing's words died in his throat during the second verse as his eyes glanced over at Hanyo again.
Yin screeched from backstage at him, and the music died down. The crowd murmured in confusion as he looked at his feet.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 12:18:20 GMT -5
Hanyo was in a trance, his heart beating with the beauty of the song. It was....he couldn't explain it, couldn't quite grasp what he was feeling. He felt like crying, almost, but shook that off. How silly. He didn't even know if this was his song, knew Tsing didn't want him, but he couldn't help letting his hope linger as the last threads of the song faded away. People around him were on their feet but he couldn't move, so effected was he.
He sayed put, waiting for the next song as people demanded to know more. When they started back up again and Tsing met his eyes, his breath caught. The boy didn't move, the music screeched to a halt and all around him the crowd was confused. Even he was confused. Why had he stopped?
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 12:26:49 GMT -5
"Tsing, what the hell are you doing?! You're ruining everything! Hurry up and sing!" Yin commanded over the earpiece.
He growled and ripped it out of his ear, tossing it and the battery pack to the side.
Du Fei hissed from his possition, "What the fuck?? What's up with you???! Tsing!"
He raised the microphone to his lips. "I can't do this anymore. Sorry to dissapoint you all." The crowd was confused even more by his statement, and Yin was about ready to fly off her handle.
"Some times there are things people want...and things they need. And...I thought I wanted this, I really did. I enjoyed being in front of people, of being famous and crap...but now that I'm up here, and I've gotten so far...I can't do it. i want to...but I can't. I'm sorry....but I quit." He tossed the microphone down, the sound bursting out of the speakers painfully before he made his way off stage.
Du Fei grabbed his arm, "What the fuck's wrong with you!?"
"Let go!" he tore his arm away from his grip and ignored Yin as she demanded to know who he thought he was to throw away such a large and expensive night. He ran away from her and out the emergency exit in the back, ignroing security as he rushed down the street and away from the concert.
What did he just fucking do!?
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 12:31:45 GMT -5
Hanyo jumped to his feet, grimacing at the sharp sound of the mic hitting the floor, eyes wide. "Tsing!" He yelled it over the roar of the crowd, racing to reach an exit. Instead the crowd pulsed around him as they surged to their feet. He pushed and dodged, ducking his way through the crowd until he was outside, head swiveling frantically. "Tsing," he called into the darkness. 'Where'd he go?!'
He caught a movement in the dark and went that way, breathing hard, tiny puffs of breath rising into the air as he pounded down the quiet street. He had to find him, find out what had happened.
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