When screaming of the crowd faded away, the blonde couldn't help himself but feel the excitement of those who were going to perform. How long had they trained to get here?
They were at the backstage and waiting for the staff to prepare the place for them. They had no fans nor were they known yet. But they knew, it'd be their breaking point.
Naruto looked at Kiba, the guitarist. He looked just as nervous as Naruto, but was still able to grin at him. The boy looked remarkably pretty, just like the star he was. His skills were good, really good, considering the fact, that his only lessons were in his home behind computer. He wore black jeans similar to Naruto's, and he was nervously playing with the decorative chains which hung from his waistband, making him look perfect. Simple white t-shirt and the rock star was born.
Neji, their bassist was as cool as ever, but he looked even more beautiful in the top made of web and showed his glorious lean muscular upper body, as well as ripped blue jeans made him look like some kind of beautiful punk, which he, truly was.
Their drummer Lee wore sunglasses which hid his big eyes. His eyes used to make him look like a baby and none of the members of the band really cared, but on their first concert they wanted to look the best they could, so he decided to wear them. He had one piece black suit that hugged his body, which would be able to fight with Neji's.
Naruto felt awkward, he was the only one who didn't look absolutely cool or beautiful or glorious, he was too small and tiny and he was blond.
If they didn't succeed today, it'd be most probably his fault.
But he clenched his fists and with the determined look stood at the front of his friends as the singer he was. They were his friends. They would protect him if he was insulted. If anyone threw tomato at him while singing, they'd surely do something.
"Okay, guys, last moments of your fan free times of your life. Are you all sure you want this?" asked their manager Kakashi.
"Thank you for worrying, Kakashi-san! But we're all sure!" Lee said.
The lights shut and Naruto heard a voice in his headphone: "You can go now, guys. Good luck."
As Naruto walked out of the backstage, the crowd looked surprised. But when all the members were where they were supposed to be, the music started with Kiba's guitar. High tones were making the first tacts of their song.
Neji with his bass guitar slowly began to ravel his deep tones together with Kiba's talented work of artistic fingers. Lee's drums followed with a slow rhythm. And Naruto's voice sung what he wrote, when he was alone and nobody would talk to him.
And that was the time, when the blonde stopped worrying and just concentrated on the pictures in his mind, paying attention fully to the music.
His days of grade school were those of a lone child. He was an orphan with blond hair and his cheerful and straightforward personality disgusted children. Most of them.
The girl he thought he loved never loved him back.
He was all alone, the only thing that made him feel like a living being was his poetry, the pen and the papers. He used to write poems about all that he felt. He used to write short stories about mass murders he planned for anyone who didn't like him. He used to draw them dead.
One day, children decided to make fun of him and search his bag and his belongings for anything they could use. What they found surprised them and at the same time frightened them. They found very precise drawings of them and their friends, dead for any reason they could remember. They left with crying and immediately told their parents.
When headmaster refrained him from drawing such a pictures, he started to draw himself with bloodied hands and crying eyes.
After that, children openly called him murderer, monster. And he started cutting himself.
The scars still framed his hands and he'd never erase them. They were signs of his dear past, signs that all of that was already away.
Singing on the stage, the tears couldn't stop their way. He was singing from the bottom of his heart, never letting his eyes open. He didn't want to see frowning faces that he thought he'd see.
Neji played his best, standing like a cool figure on the right side of Naruto and he wanted to make the blonde look at their audience. They were listening to his words with awe and the loved him! Who wouldn't? He was beautiful and his voice understood. As if any pain, of anyone in the crowd, was his pain too. And he was erasing it with words full of hope and bright smile, that graced his lips when singing his favorite words made their hearts flutter.
Kiba, running around at the stage and making actual contact with people knew, that they liked them all. After first song, they started humming with Naruto and some girls were already screaming at Kiba, who'd smirk at them.
Lee felt the rhythm in his veins, his heart was thumping, and all the more when he heard Naruto singing. The blonde was their glue. Their special weapon. The first song made him into a fragile doll. But the next song was truly their.
Starting with Lee's drums, the true rock started.
Neji was concentrating on his playing, Kiba loosing some tones made them look more like rock stars. Lee's drums and Naruto's screaming.
If anyone could doubt their style of music, now it was clear.
The last song came sooner, than they wanted. Naruto felt delighted, because after Kiba poked him to open his eyes, he saw an amazing people cheering him on. His eyes shining with happiness and his beautiful face showing how surprised and amazed by them he was. He started working with them and the last song, he changed the lyrics so that they could sing with him. They sang the same words probably more than ten times and nobody seemed to matter. All the time he was gaining confidence, that he wouldn't be that bad and unpopular member of their band.
The last song was coming to its end.
"I truly, honestly thank you all! You are great people and I love each one of you!" Naruto shouted and left the podium with his friends. The crowds applause and screaming and shows of how much they liked them could be heard until the cleaners came and the lights were shut off to make place suitable for the main stars of the evening, who were yet to come.
Naruto left all the staff that congratulated them for their success. He entered toilets and took out cigarette. The smoke, leaving his mouth made him calm down.
He was excited.
After he met his four friends, he wasn't alone anymore, but this was something absolutely else. As if all the past, that made him vulnerable, was erased for the bright future awaiting for them to take.
He was so fixed on his thinking, he didn't hear the doors open and close.
That is, until someone with deep and silent voice spoke to him.
"You have such a clear and beautiful voice. Don't destroy it with smoking."
"If it's my voice you worry about, it's fine. I smoke only when there is a reason," Naruto said, threw the cigarette to the toiled and flushed it. He opened the door to walk to the empty room.
Nobody was there.
Did he imagine things?