Okay, I'll make this short. I'm not a first-time writer, but the band names, I agree, are terrible. If anyone has any better ideas, please feel free to message me. Also, in the first part Viktor is wearing the outfit that he was wearing in the first and last episode; the pink one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yuuri! On Ice! or its characters.

Also, the lyrics in this fanfic are actually to real songs. I'll list them out (in order of appearance) if you want to check them out. Oh, and let me know how well you think that the songs fit with the bands. THX!

-'Lazy Eye' by the Silversun Pickups

-'White Caps' by the Nevada Bachelors

-'Thought' by the Nevada Bachelors

"Come-on, guys! You guys can do it! It's not your first performance!" yelled Mari-chan to her brother, Katsuki Yuuri. He stood off to the side of the stage, his black eyeliner giving him a slightly goth look. His tight black jeans and black leather jacket only added to the look, as well as the silver chain at his hip and the solid black tee he wore below his studded jacket. He wore black zip-up boots, their pleather tops giving off a slight sheen. All in all, Yuuri looked ready for tonight's performance.

Phichit Chulanont, Yuuri's best friend, stood to his right. He wore a similar outfit to Yuuri's, except all white, the kohl around his eyes giving him a sort of manic look. Phichit held his base guitar, itching to play. Guang-Hong Ji, the drummer, twisted his sticks in his hands, occasionally tapping rhythms on the edge of the stage. His leather jacket was closer fitting than the others, and he wore slim black pants which glimmered in the faint light. He was the youngest; he was only 17, whereas Yuuri was 24, Phichit was 20, and Leo de la Iglesia (the gold-clad guitar player) was 19. None of them except Yuuri could drink, but the club allowed Leo, Guang-Hong, and Phichit in because they were performing.

The club was loud, canned music shrieking through the speakers. Yuuri was unable to pay attention to this; his anxiety was acting up again, and this was not a good thing for a famous singer like Yuuri. Not that he was THAT famous, but the band was famous enough to be opening for Stay Close to Me, one of the most famous bands of the decade. Viktor Nikiforov, the lead singer, was famously hot, and Christophe Giacometti (their guitar player) was known for being undeniably sexy. Otabek Altin played bass; if you could get that guy to talk to you… well you were one in a million, and Jean-Jacques Leroy… well, let's just say Stay Close to Me was STILL trying to figure out how he got in the band. He was a good drummer, though, no matter that he was also extremely self-obsessed. He wasn't very nice, but he was definitely good!

Yuuri sighed, looking up at the dark stage. In the din, he could just make out Phichit's bass stand and Guang-Hong's drum kit way on the far side of the stage. The mics at the front of were some that Yuuri had spent almost three years saving up for, and he cherished them more than most other things he owned. Their sliver heads bobbed as the stage crew set them up. Yuuri wrung his hands nervously, knowing that the moment they were done setting up the mics, Yuuri would have to get on stage with the band. His stage fright was nothing new; he'd had it since he was a kid, but it usually didn't act up this much. It was probably because this was the first time they'd be playing on a big stage, and they were opening for Stay Close to Me. How would you feel if you were opening for the band that got you to become a musician in the first place?

"Yuuri, calm down," muttered Mari-chan to Yuuri. He turned to look at her, taking in the short-shorts and fishnet stockings. Her tube top was solid black and the leather jacket she wore glinted with every turn of the lights. The make-up around her eyes was darker than Yuuri's even was, and her metal earrings and ear cuffs made her look almost off balance. Her two-toned hair was pulled back up on her head, and Yuuri wondered if she was ever going to dye it back to its original black. He didn't care so much though. It was his sister's hair, not his. He turned back to the stage still wringing his hands.

"Thanks for waiting I guess," a loud cheer. "Now shut up so we can start." The man had slipped onstage lithely, like a cat. He looked far too young for someone to be working here. His outfit, a black tee with a tiger below a tiger-print jacket, suggested that he was some sort of cat fan, and his long blond hair wrapped around his face like wrapping on a present. His name was Yuri Plisetzky; he was only 16, but he was legendary. He traveled with Stay Close to Me because his boyfriend, Otabek Altin, was in the band. Yuri sometimes sang back-up vocals for Stay Close to Me, but it was fairly rare. He just helped manage the band (Viktor was hopeless when it came to management) and used it to get into sold-out shows. Well, that and his attitude.

"Yuuri! Come on, you guys have to get up here! You start in less than a minute!" he shot down, kneeling on the side of the stage. He glared at them, obviously angry. The entire band rushed up on stage, grabbing instruments, tuning, hitting things (though this was mostly Guang-Hong). Yuuri sat the mics up on the front of the stage, doing his best to avoid looking into the crowd.

"Umm *feedback* we are… uh… History Makers," he squeaked into the mic, pulling away quickly to readjust his outfit. Then Guang Hong started to count in the first song.

"I've been waiting,

I've been waiting for this moment,

All my life,

But it's not quite right…" The music rang through the club, the cheering only growing as Yuuri gained confidence. He started to sing less because he had to and more because he truly wanted to. Wrapping his hand around the mic, he sang from his heart, the music flowing through him rather than around. Everyone was dancing, having a good time. Then Yuuri saw him.

Viktor Nikiforov stood on the far side of the room, watching the band play. He had a smile on his face, one Yuuri had never seen before in any of his pictures. Yuuri looked directly at him, the smile that had been growing on his face gone in an instant.

Because Viktor was staring, with those beautiful, turquoise eyes, directly at him.

Yuuri could feel his breathing start to falter. His idol, Viktor, was staring directly at him? How could this happen? Viktor seemed to sense that he was causing a disturbance, so he turned away, focusing on the rest of the band, but that look was gone.

Had Yuuri just imagined it?

"That's why I said I relate,

I said we relate,

It's so fun to relate…" The song continued, Viktor's look fading from Yuuri's mind as he finished.

"The moon, the sun, and the sky-y-y-y,

The moon, the sun, and the sky-y-y." Everyone cheered, clapping filling the grand room. Yuuri smiled, continuing on with his set, much less nervous now that he had received positive feedback. Viktor was gone; Yuuri was thankful, which struck him as odd. Viktor was his idol, so he should want Viktor to stay, right?

But that look.

Yuuri couldn't help the smile that found its way onto his face, but he still did not know why it was there, or what was making him feel so happy and giddy inside. His singing was unimpaired. It had nothing to do with the crowd, either.

Then what was it?

Before Yuuri could assess any more, their set was over. Yuuri and the rest of the band helped the crew clear away the kit and the mics, the stands remaining on stage for Stay Close to Me. Yuuri and the crew went back stage for a little while before leaving to watch Stay Close to Me. Yuuri, on the other hand, stayed inside for a little while longer. He heard Viktor's set coming through the door, and he just closed his eyes and listened, smiling. He'd always loved Viktor's music, but it'd recently gotten better. It just seemed like his music conveyed more of his feelings now. Like he'd finally found something that made him want to sing. Yuuri absentmindedly wondered what it was.

"Sorry, no human be-ings alowowowowed…" Viktor sang, dancing as he recited. As he sang, his body lowered, as though he was whispering into the audience. He moved his free arm back and forth as he danced to the beat, smiling. Yuuri had slipped into the audience just moments before, not expecting to see the look Viktor had on his face. He didn't expect to see Viktor looking into the audience as though he was searching for something. He didn't seem to be able to find it, and it seemed to bother him. Then he saw Yuuri.

Viktor's whole demeanor changed. He seemed to be singing TO Yuuri now, facing him and smiling directly into his eyes. Yuuri felt awkward; the stares that he was getting from others were bothering him.

"What? To seize revenge," he sang, smiling even more brightly than before. He turned in a circle as he danced, his pink outfit sparkling in the light. Viktor's eyes only left Yuuri's for a moment, and in that moment, Yuuri was able to get control of himself. As Viktor turned around, smiling, Yuuri began to walk away, his head down. Viktor's face fell immediately, and he almost missed an entrance. Yuuri felt bad for this, but he didn't understand why Viktor was staring at him.

Or why this undeniably-hot man was even interested in him in the first place.