AN: Hi peoples, this is my first ever story. So, please be nice. Hope you like it! :3
People poured in to the stadium, waving their arms in the air & jumping around in excitement in time to the music. Fan-girls trying to get up on the stage, some of them did, but not many. The band, Rampage, were rocking the floor with their new song, Burnt. Rampage consists of 3 members; Hwoarang, Jin & Steve. Hwoarang as lead singer & guitarist, Steve, the base guitarist & Jin being the drummer. As the last song came to a close, more & more fans pushed & shoved to get on stage, & they did. Girls grabbed hold of the boys, smothering them in kisses.
"Stampede!" shouted Steve. Jin dived out through the backstage door, closely followed by Steve. Thank goodness for backstage, the safe haven for all rock stars.
"Where's Hwo?" asked Jin, glancing through the key hole.
"Don't tell me…" sighed Steve "…Girls." They rolled their eyes. Steve shoved his way through the crowd.
"Hwoarang! We need to go!" Steve called through the crowd
"I know, but I can't!" Hwoarang answered. That's when Steve noticed the Hwoarang was buried underneath a mountain of girls- trying to fight them off him, without hurting them. Steve sighed as he hauled the girls out of his way, grabbed hold of Hwoarang & dragged him to backstage. However, just before they got to the 'safe haven', someone caught hold of the back of Hwoarang's shirt.
"Where are you going?" the person- that just happened to be a girl- said haughtily. Steve couldn't think of anything to say.
"C-can't b-breathe." Hwoarang gasped for air.
"Let go." Steve stared at the girl.
"No."
"C-can't b-breathe." Hwoarang gasped again, but this time he swung his arm backwards to pry open her grip. But, instead, he whacked her in the stomach making her cave in on her self.
"Oww." She groaned in pain. Hwoarang turned around.
"Did I?" he asked Steve, realising what he'd done.
"Yup." Steve chuckled
"Oh, well. Soz." Hwoarang apologised perkily as Steve pulled him through the backstage door.
AN: Please read & review. Constuctive criticisim is welcome.
love
Clod.
