*Welcome to my first FanFic. This is inspired by a friend of mine and songs I love. Needless to say, I hope you enjoy. :)*
White lips, Pale face... Breathing in the Snowflakes. Burnt lungs sour taste... ~ Light's gone, days end., Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men~"
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It was quiet; empty. You could hear a pin drop in the absolute void.
Silently a pair of emerald eyes, hindered only slightly without a certain pair of glasses, pondered the space before him in thought. In an hour this place would be filled to the brim with excited, fan-crazed people who had paid a lot to travel here and who had been waiting for months just to hear him sing. The tickets had sold out after only days of them being on sale, a testament to his talents.
He sighed with a soft smile. "Just a little while longer and hundreds of thousands of people will fill the audience to see me. Oh, dear..."
"Hey, Arthur. Let's get you ready for tonight, okay?" The Brit's stage manager called him over.
"Alright." he replied.
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The crowd roared, desperate and eager to see his wanted face. The cheering carried on for long moments before dying down to a silence as the lights appeared, presenting him.
"Thank you all for coming here to see me tonight! How's everybody?" He smiled as the crowd roared and whistled. "Awesome! Now let's get this show on the road!" He grabbed his pick and motioned to the rest of the band. Instantly the music started.
Chord after chord, note after note he played his heart out. He sang every song with pride even as he pressed all of the emotion into his voice. As he sang, he ran his eyes over the crowd and saw many fans. So many of them, he thought, cheering, listening, and singing along to every word. But suddenly someone in particular caught his eye. A blonde.
A blonde-haired, blue eyed fan with glasses to be exact. And just like that, he knew it would be him. The Brit was allowed to bring one person on stage and he picked him.
"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run, faster than my bullet."
The blonde fan lit two lighters and waved with the music and the crowd followed him. He thought to himself on how much he wished to be up there singing with him, 'Someday...Someday I will be up there..' And before he knew it, the song was over.
"Now. For the finale! I've been given permission to pick one of you lucky fans to come up and sing with me. But, only one. Who shall it be?" His smile grew as his index finger followed his eyes back and forth before they stopped one a blonde. A blonde with blue eyes... A Blonde with blue eyes and glasses. "You there. The blue-eyed blonde with glasses there. Come up here!"
The crowd cheered and some frowned, but 'might as well make the concert the best it can be and enjoy it even if you aren't on stage' is what everyone in the crowd made a passage way for him. A hand was held out for him as he was pulled up on stage.
"Can I get your name?"
"A-Alfred. Alfred Jones."
"Awesome. Let's give another round of applause to Alfred!" The crowd roared.
"Now, Alfred. You know A Team right?"
Alfred nodded. "Yes."
"Perfect~ Ready guys?" The band nodded as the crowd cheered. "A one, Two. A one, two, three~" The emerald eyed singer looked to Alfred as the crowd went silent anticipating the words everyone knew and loved. The blondes took a deep breath and started to sing, although Alfred was a little hesitant.
"White lips. Pale Face. Breathing in the snow flakes. Burnt lungs sour taste... ~ Light's gone. Days end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights. Strange men~ " The two voices made the most magnificent harmony together. Everyone loved the pitch of the duo and decided it be best if they left the singing for the two and keep themselves out of it while everyone's lighters were light and everyone's phone screens shown.
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Alfred had back stage passes and got to actually stay with Arthur that night. He was given personal permission to stay after the concert and even after the after party. He was just in heaven. But, he was just about the only actual fanboy there. No matter what, he still was having the time of his life.
There was booze and free food like steak and hamburgers that Alfred could die for, including the Brit's own favorite; Fish and Chips. Slowly everyone who had V.I.P passes was escorted out, except Alfred. Paradise. No. A dream. Ah, yes.
A dream. But, yet, his mind was still trying to process everything that was happening tonight.
He peered over to his idol, Arthur, who had a beer bottle in his hand- even though he was drinking tea a moment ago. Alfred chuckled and grabbed a beer himself and sat down next to him to talk.
"Thank you for picking me to sing on stage with you. It was the most exhilarating experience of my life." Using his hands while speaking to show emphasis.
"No problem." Giving a soft smile before taking a swig of his drink. "You have a good voice. Were you ever in chorus?"
"No, but thanks~" He was over joyed at this point.
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Alfred's dream was coming true. But has no clue what is to happen to him later on.
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Danke for reading Chapter One. I was going to make this a one-shot, but I found the need to make it a little longer. There will be more chapters soon- I promise!
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