Hey wats up, it is I Waffle with another story. Been writing this since forever but with writers block and school well…it's up to you the viewers and reviewers to decide. Support and a lil fee on the side are due.
This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events (most likely not) or real people (shrugs) are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's (that's me) imagination (…duh), and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental..kinda. (But I did not look up some person and write about them)
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters, and sadly not sasuke. Instead it's owned by..? But he will be mine! On with the show!
3 years ago….
The numerous cheers of "T.O.M! T.O.M!" echoed throughout the stadium. Desperate teens filled the stands. Blonds in tight blouses swarmed the dark stage. Suddenly the lights flickered on, illuminating the screaming crowd. A stout man in a black tux walked onto the stage. His voice boomed as he greeted the ever-growing audience. "New York City!" he hollered. " Introducing ….T.O.M!" Dark, soulless eyes scanned the screaming crowd as he and his band mates stepped out into the light. He smirked as the screaming intensified before strumming the chords to the first song.
Sasuke stood backstage, a frown placed on his lips as the lyrics to 'Mr Brightside' floated through the air. It seemed as if it was only yesterday he and Itachi composed the song, and now it was being performed live. As he watched his brother play the chords for the bridge with ease, Sasuke couldn't help but feel …strange. Ok more than strange, and he knew all too well what that feeling was. Jealously. But until the day Mark Ecko kicks fell from the sky he'd never admit it. So until then he'd be the good little sibling who stayed in his place, forever the third wheel in his family, forever a shadow. Sticking his now balled fists into the deep pockets of his pants, he headed home.