Author's Note: THIS IS EDITED (FINALLY)- To those new to the story, though concerts are included in the fanfiction, they are NOT the main storyline. In fact, the first couple of them don't even have dancing or main scenes; I'll include an author's note for the one's that do (not this one's). Skip them if you wish, they are added because this story is about a BAND. Enjoy the read, especially now since the story is almost over and is edited (finally). Also, I'm taking out all author's notes previously created (besides ones mentioning a specific reviewer or needed information). On another note, the songs used are NOT all from the same artists, I've only had two so far from the same artist. Genres also change, pop is even used.
Band Drama
Chapter One: Maybe
The room filled with cheers as the lights turned off. Two screens on either side of the stage in the front of the room blinked to power. The crowd cheered louder as the screen started to show earlier concerts by MOOP, and began to focus on the drummer. The audio switched to a solo drumming, pounding loudly enough to cause the walls to vibrate. The visuals of concerts switched over along with the audio to show the drummer himself on the screen, the name "Kenny" blinking above him. Kenny, following his cue, jumped out onto the stage and ran to the podium in the center. A followed his movements, changing colors randomly. He jumped onto the podium and, smiling at the crowd widely, took off and threw his shirt into the awaiting crowd, his bare chest sending both guys and girls into a rage. He blew a kiss and took his seat at the drums. He crossed the drumsticks into an 'X' for his position. Kenny looked over to the side where his next friend, and fellow band member, would appear.
The screen changed visuals once more to show previous concerts, pinpointing a guitarist this time. The music turned into a duet of the guitar and the drum, the screen then displaying a picture of the guitarist, and his name to the side, "Eric". On cue, the man walked out on stage, his face angry at the crowd when he stepped onto the podium. The spotlight following him alone like it did to Kenny. He then stuck his tongue out and put his middle finger in front of it. After finishing flipping-off the crowd, he went to his side of the stage, his eyes glaring as if he hated the band as well as the audience. He swung his guitar strap onto himself, taking the guitar itself into one hand by the end and holding it to the right of him. The crowd was screaming.
The screen returned to the scramble of previous concerts, this time pinpointing a different guitarist. The music added in the guitar. Visuals once again changed to show the guitarist with his name beside them, "Stan". Stan appeared from the opposite side from where Eric and Kenny came from. Stan ran to the podium and jumped like Kenny did, the spotlight following him this time as he lifted his arms and did a rock out sign with his hands, with a semi-serious look on his face. He jumped off the podium and ran over to the side-stage that led to the raging audience. He touched hands with some of the audience before running to the other side-stage and doing the same. He then ran into his position, on the opposite side of Eric. He placed his guitar strap on, taking the guitar by the end as Eric did and holding it out to his left side.
The music halted and played screaming sounds with the three instruments backing it up. The last member ran out, visuals of him appeared on the screen. The name beside it stated "Kyle" below his images. Kyle did back flips on his way to the podium from the same side Stan emerged from. He drew one leg up onto the podium, and stepped up onto it. He turned his back to the crowd; he looked over one shoulder and winked while smiling. The crowd went haywire. The last member then looked at the others. His back still turned, he lifted his arms and looked up, the stage ends shot fire in sync with his movements. He then turned around in a swift movement as the backdrop of the stage played a shockwave of colors, as fast as a strobe light. The band started to play as the spotlight expanded over the stage. It displayed one light white color as the band continued.
Kyle drew a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. He was ready. The backdrop stopped the colors, and displayed the word MOOP instead. The word had cracks, was in silver and three-dimensional, while the background for it was black. The spotlight separated into four different spotlights. All of them found their way to a band member. The screens displayed the band's movements. Kyle unbuttoned his long-sleeve shirt; knowing how hot it got on stage as the concert continued.
Kyle clapped his hands to the beat, his arms clapping above his head. The audience joined in keeping the beat. Kyle then started to dance to the beats of the song. He closed his eyes allowing the music to play through his body. He then moved the microphone piece on his headband to the front of his mouth.
Wake in a sweat again
Another day's been laid to waste
In my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I'll never leave this place
There's no escape
I'm my own worst enemy
Music pause then starts again at "I've"
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong
With me
I don't know what to take
Thought I was focused but I'm scared
I'm not prepared
I hyperventilate
Looking for help somehow somewhere
And no one cares
I'm my own worst enemy
Pause of the music again then start again at "I've"
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong
With me
Kyle screams this part
Goddddddd!
Kyle starts to tear his nails at his chest, causing blood to drip out*
Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my misery
Put me out of my
Put me out of my fucking misery
Guitar only with him screaming misery, then other instruments join in towards the end of the scream.
I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong
With me (1)
As the song ends Kyle wipes the sweat off his forehead. The dancing and singing was making him hot, he was not exhausted though. The song had gotten him pumped up for the next one. He remembered the crowd was there, watching, screaming, and jumping. He raised his arms signaling the next song.
After the concert, the MOOP band members went to the back rooms. Kyle was not the only one wiping his forehead off with his sleeve; everyone had gone crazy into the music. He remembered how Kenny had dived into the crowd, only to get his clothes torn, and security mad. Kyle laughed.
"What're you laughing about?" Stan asked.
"Memories of the night," he began. "How did you keep playing while Kenny was making a complete fool of himself?"
"I didn't, I laughed while you were singing, well screaming..." Stan replied with a smirk, knowing how annoyed Kyle got when he mentioned any screaming songs.
"I know, but it was screamo song! It was still singing, screaming in a screamo song is singing!" Kyle argued, thinking how his voice might have gotten a bit higher while he was watching his friend dive into the crowd.
"Whatever it was, it was great, but a little high. That was so much fun! I can't wait until the next concert!" Stan replied, laughing a bit while he walked into the back room with Kyle taking a seat next to Kenny.
Kenny looked scared and was shaking, "I can." He replied to Stan's last statement. "I'll Never do that again, I almost got killed! Seriously dude, those people are possessed!"
As Kenny continued to announce his fright, the room erupted with laughter from the other three boys. Kyle sat next to Cartman, in front of Stan. Cartman glanced over at Kyle with amused eyes.
"Your voice wasn't that bad today, but you still need work." Cartman said to Kyle, Kyle glared.
"Shut-up, fatass, I don't need you to tell me how good or bad I am!"
"Hey, I was giving you a compliment!"
Stan and Kenny ignored the two others, the constant fighting had gotten them used to being able to ignore Kyle and Cartman's bickering. They were just happy that the band didn't split up because of it.
"Ugh, Stanny, I don't know how this band stays together with all this fighting!" Kenny said to Stan in a girlish and whiney voice.
"Ugh, dude, could ya please not call me 'Stanny?'" Stan replied to Kenny in the same voice Kenny had used.
Kenny smiled, "Nope, it's your new nickname, and the news people will love it!"
"Yeah, like you could tell them anything truthful. All they would do is make up crap about how you're actually a woman or that I'm your boyfriend or some other shit they usually make up."
"The truth has been spoken!" Kenny said, he too hated the news. He didn't understand how others had survived it.
Of course, they were allowed to have drugs though. Kenny couldn't, neither could Stan. Kyle had made sure of that, he said things like it being illegal and gross. Then, he said Cartman could, but he didn't want Cartman around them while he did it. Cartman had taken offense to it, and soon Kyle had to breathe down his back about it so that Cartman would stop complaining that Kyle only cared about Stan and Kenny's health, which Kyle did only care about the two of them, so it wasn't anything new anyway.
Kenny felt the silence around him making his skin prickle, Cartman and Kyle had stopped fighting. Now, they were at the stage of not looking at each other. Kenny noticed Kyle's look of rage at the wall opposite of Cartman. He held back a giggle. Kyle looked cute when he was furious.
He looked over to see what Stan was doing to find Stan really looking at Kyle. If Kenny didn't know better he would think Stan had a crush on Kyle. Fortunately, he knew better. He shrugged off the thought and got up from his chair stretching and letting out a yawn.
"Time to leave and go to the after party!" Kenny said merrily. Hearing the groans of protest, he laughed. "C'mon you lazy people! Get your lazy asses up and let's g-!"
His speech stopped as a pillow hit his face from Kyle's direction. "Stop the bitching, we need sleep." Kyle stated, glaring at the others around him clearly looking for any argument so he could shoot the person down. Kenny bravely spoke against him.
"But, KYYYYYLE!" Kenny whined childishly, "I don't wanna sleep, the manager'll get mad at us if we skip out!"
Kyle sighed, giving in to the argument at the mention of their manager. As much as he wanted to call it quits for the night he couldn't. He was no match for the manager. The man scared even him when the he got mad enough.
"Okay then, let's get going. Ken, you need to wash some, you have lipstick on your arms, and some on your neck, though now that I'm looking at it, it looks more like a bite mark." Kyle said bluntly, the room erupted into laughter at the tone of his voice. Maybe it was the concert's excitement, or maybe it was really just his tone, either way the laughter continued.
The manager of the group slung the door to the room open with an almighty force. The door's hinges almost broke with the force, and the door slammed against the wall. "We have to leave now, so quit your mindless chatter and let's GO!" The manager said, a heavy French accent making his s's sound like z's.
The four quickly gathered anything they had brought out of the bus with them, and marched out of the room. When on the bus, the manager smiled, "Next stop the AFTERPARTY! So be on your best behavior." he added, clearly wanting to stop the media from having yet another field day since Kenny's stupid dive. He wanted things at the party to go nice and smooth so he added, "That means one to two drinks. And none for Kyle or Kenny."
At those words, Kenny grinned at Kyle, who rolled his eyes and looked away, his face growing hot in remembrance. Last time they were drunk they had started making out for the paparazzi. The manager had gone crazy, trying to blackmail the media to not print it. He basically went through Hell to stop their reputations from going downhill from the pastime.
Stan and Cartman laughed, thinking of the memories, but quickly stopped themselves as the manager and Kyle both glared at them, clearly showing their disapproval of making it a joking matter.
The party crowd had welcomed them, and so did the paparazzi, but they were all pushed off the band as security made the band a path to walk through. The four band members had grown use to the publicity by now, but that didn't make them completely immune to it. To keep from getting the manager mad again, the four gained their composure and smiled, hiding their feelings of anger and exhaustion.
The group went inside the building to see the producers, other managers, heads of music companies, other bands, and of course some old friends they had given passes to. The people clapped for them as they made their way through the room. The group gave a wide smile to show how appreciative they were of the applause they were receiving.
As they made their way further into the room, the band split up. Kenny went to a table filled with women, Stan went to find Wendy, and Cartman went to the chiefs of the business.
Kyle noticed his brother, Ike, sitting at a table waving him over. He went by and hugged his brother, "How is my favorite little Canadian brother doing?" Kyle asked Ike.
"Apparently not as good as you, you're getting richer by the second!" Ike said, smiling, Kyle returned the sarcastic smile.
"How are mom and dad?" Kyle asked, knowing the answer but still hoping he was proven wrong.
"They still have something up their butt about the band, and the photos that a media member showed them while asking questions about you and Kenny made them even more upset." Ike said, his shoulders slumped down and a frown planted on his face.
"Oh well, at least I have a little brother on my side!' Kyle said, nudging Ike with his elbow trying to get the Canadian's spirits up.
"Whatever, so, I liked the concert. You never cease to amaze me when you dance. I always thought you could sing, but if someone asked me how good a dancer you were back when we were kids and you guys first made the band, I would have laughed and walked away."
"Thanks so much for believing in me!" Kyle said with fake hurt in his voice, laughing, giving away the effect.
"Yeah, yeah, quit your whining! So, where's your infamous manager?" Ike asked to get some kind of conversation started.
"Dunno," Kyle replied with a frown on his face.
"I saw him once, very cute, do you like him?" Ike asked, suppressing a laugh at Kyle's surprised look.
"Like I told you a million times by now, I do not like Chistophe like that!" Kyle replied.
"Oh, so the manager is Christophe now, eh?" Ike said, satisfied with how embarrassed his brother was getting.
"That's his name!" Kyle said defensively, he may be gay but his brother shouldn't be thinking he liked the manager.
"So, are you saying he's not cute in the least?" Ike asked with an almost sarcastic tone.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean… Shut up!" Kyle said in the end, wishing his brother would drop the subject.
Ike just laughed, but switched the subject, "You want a drink?"
"I can't, the mana-" Kyle stopped himself; he couldn't give the manager as the reason why he wasn't drinking. Ike would say he liked the manager's precautions on his safety or something stupid like that. "I can't because I don't want to get drunk." Kyle said in the end with a resigned tone.
"Riiight… And it's not because of the Chistophe?" Ike said, clearly showing he knew his brother was lying to him.
"Because, I will kick the baby if he doesn't shut his mouth!" Kyle said, the tone of his voice showing he meant his threat.
"Oh, going back to our childish antics are we? I could so take you on nowadays!" Ike said back to Kyle smirking.
Ike had a point; Kyle's threat wasn't very threatening since Ike had grown bigger in the muscle department. Ike now played hockey much to the disappointment of their mother. But, Ike was okay in their parents' eyes in his job profession because he was Canadian, and as their sometimes prejudice minds thought, all Canadians like hockey. Kyle felt his parents were idiots and thought too much into stereotypes, but he had never told them that since they were already mad enough with him.
"Fine," Kyle replied, finally giving in. He was getting tired, and his voice sore from the screaming he had had to do not even an hour ago. He sighed, "When can I leave?" he asked no one in particular. Ike just laughed at his weak voice.
"You can leave in the next hour. That is when the party should stop." A voice said behind Kyle's chair, causing the sleepy boy to start. "If you leave before the party ends, then we won't be able to talk," the voice added. Kyle didn't have to look behind himself to know that the voice belonged to Christophe; the deep French accent always gave him away.
Kyle blushed; he didn't want Christopher to think he was complaining. He was not a complainer. Complaining was Cartman's job, plus complaining made it look like he couldn't handle the situation, or like he was weak. He hated sounding weak.
"Hey, manager, haven't you got anything better to do than listen in on other people's conversations?" Kyle said, rolling his eyes as Christophe sat down in a seat next to Ike.
"Not really, I have to make sure temptation for alcohol doesn't overtake you, causing you and Kenny to start another episode!" Christophe replied.
"Nice, thanks for the reminder!" Kyle said sarcastically. "I think the last bit of dignity I had just went out the window." He ended, scanning the room to see what everyone else was doing.
"Don't be like that Kyle, it was a joke. But it was also a little true." Christophe said playfully back.
Kyle ignored him, trying to figure out where the other members of the band were. He didn't like to be left with the manager. Sure his brother was there, but that just made it awkward. He felt like he was acting rude, so he looked into Chistophe's eyes to find the man looking at him already.
"Okay, but it was just one time! Geez, cut a guy a break!" Kyle decided to reply in the playful tone that Christophe used, to make the conversation friendlier.
Ike looked at his watch, then at Kyle, "I better get going, I have practice early tomorrow." Ike said getting up from the table.
"See you later, Ike," Kyle said to his little brother standing up and giving the boy a slight hug. "Be sure to call me, 'kay?"
Ike nodded in reply, then waved goodbye to Christophe as he walked to the front doors of the building.
"So, you and your brother are really close, huh?" Christophe asked Kyle.
Kyle sat back down and nodded slightly. "Yeah, we are."
"Are your parents still mad at you?" Christophe asked. Everyone in the band knew about his parent's reactions to him being in said-band. Kyle wasn't the one to spread the news, but somehow everyone knew. He wasn't surprised when the manager asked about it.
"Yeah, they are. They're going to accept it sooner or later. Until then, I'm not telling them my sexuality, they'll just get madder." Kyle said, imagining his parents' reactions to the news, knowing they would never speak to him, or about him, again if they knew.
Christophe starred, "Your sexuality?" he asked Kyle sounding weird as he said it.
Kyle sighed, "Duh, I'm gay, I thought everyone knew besides my oblivious parents! Why do ya think I never go on dates with girls?" Kyle said, maybe he was being mean but all the signs were there.
Christophe laughed, "I never caught on I guess, I always thought you liked being alone!" He said, looking at Kyle. "Maybe the make-out scene with Kenny should have told me." He said, as he kept laughing. Kyle, on the other hand, didn't see anything to laugh about.
"Okay, I thought we dropped that subject!" Kyle said defending himself as best as he could. "Plus, I don't have any feeling towards Kenny, he's like a brother, I was drunk, and I didn't know what I was doing!" Kyle listed, hoping to get Christophe to stop laughing at him. In the end, Christophe laughed even harder.
"Stop laughing already, it's not funny!" Kyle said as Christophe reached over the table and placed a hand on his shoulder. Kyle leaned in some to give his manager his best glare. The man held up though, he stopped laughing slowly, and looked into Kyle's eyes.
"You know, you're cute when you're mad!" He said, grinning at Kyle's half-angry blush.
"What does that mean?" Kyle asked warningly.
"It means what you think it does, you're cute when you're mad!" Christophe replied.
Christophe's grin widened as Kyle's face turned a deeper shade of red. He felt the urge to kiss him, so he did. After all, Kyle was gay; he would accept the kiss, right?
Kyle felt Christophe's lips on his, and pushed Christophe away quickly. Christophe, startled, fell back and out of his chair. Kyle's blush was redder than his hair at this point. He then noticed the room was quieter than it had been and turned to see the people around him staring. He didn't know what had just happened, but didn't want to wait around for somebody to start laughing, or take pictures, so he did the best thing he thought of. He ran to the nearest bathroom and hid in a stall.
He didn't know what had come over Christophe, or why, but he did know that Christophe was not himself when he kissed him. Maybe Christophe was drinking and was tipsy or drunk or something? He tried to remember if Christophe smelled of alcohol, but couldn't. He then tried to focus on his memories to see if the manager was slurring his words or was acting weird. Then he remembered, Christophe was laughing before the kiss, laughing at basically nothing. Not to mention Christophe was a manager, so he wouldn't do that kind of thing out of nowhere.
Pleased with his assumption, Kyle got out of the stall. He walked to a sink and turned on the hot water. He put his hands under the running water, feeling the heat run over his hands, he splashed some water over his face. After drying himself with a paper towel, he looked in the mirror to find his face wasn't as red as he thought it was before. Maybe it wasn't as red because he had cooled off some. He sighed, thinking how he might be embarrassed and angrier than he should. Just as he was dropping his guard, the door to the bathroom opened.
Instead of seeing Christophe coming to apologize, or a friend coming to help him gather himself, he saw Cartman. Great, just what he needed, an asshole to poke fun at his current situation, he thought sarcastically. Cartman smirked when he saw Kyle in front of the sink.
"How're you today Jewfag?" Cartman asked, his smirk growing at Kyle's glare at him.
"Shut-up Fatass, I do not need your bullshit right now!" Kyle said, his voice shaking with anger. After a great concert, this had to happen.
"Oh, now Kyle, why do you think I am going to be mean to you? I am just a friend trying to get his other friend to calm down! Why, I have to say, you and the manager make a brilliant couple. When you two kissed I s-"
"Shut. Up." Kyle said, both words emphasized as his anger swelled to the breaking point.
"Oh, my dear, you must have sand in your vagina at the moment. That's okay, I'll-"
"CARTMAN, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE!" Kyle yelled at Cartman, his glare at Cartman growing to the rare death stare; well, rare to anyone except Cartman.
"Okay, sheesh, I'm just telling you the truth, you don't have to be such a pussy about it!" Cartman didn't leave, but waited for Kyle's next move, as if he were waiting on Kyle to move his piece in a chess match.
Kyle grew past the breaking point and knocked Cartman onto the floor, hitting him in the head. He stopped when Cartman grabbed hold of his wrist, Cartman's hold too strong for him to pull out of; he was flipped onto his back with Cartman over him.
"Now, Kahl, I have one question." With that, Cartman leaned down to Kyle's ear.
"Do you like the manager, or are you fucking him so that you can move up in the band?"
Kyle lost it, he screamed, "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! I AM NOT FUCKING ANYONE! YOU'RE JUST UPSET THAT YOU'RE A FATASS THAT NO ONE LIKES!" Kyle screamed at the other, afterward spitting in the face above his.
Cartman looked appalled, but released his hold to wipe off his face. Kyle took the chance, and got out of the boy's reaching range. He ran out of the bathroom, ignoring the people trying to ask him questions, he went straight outside and into the band bus. The bus driver wasn't there so he had to use a key he took with him just in case to get inside the bus. Once in, he locked the door again so that the media couldn't get in. He went straight to the booth in the middle of the bus and laid down. He wanted to forget everything that happened, but knew he couldn't. So, he settled for thinking about how it could have been worse. That helped some.
His body was shaking some, he also noticed how tired he was feeling and drifted off. Maybe everything will be okay when he woke, maybe.
*This was from a concert I had seen on DVD before, the band was Dir en Grey, I don't like what I wrote, but I refuse to change everything from before.
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