Innocence Rock Time!
"Please, please, please! Yees?" Angel begged, hopping hyperactively around Izzie.
"You know how much I hate that kind of…" Izzie tiredly started to say, and was abruptly interrupted midsentence by her brunette friend.
"You are gonna love it! I promise! Please, come with me! They are never ever coming here again!" the young girl pleaded loudly. She was several inches shorter than her friend, with tanned skin and brown hair, which gave her a somehow monochromatic appearance.
Izzie sighed, "Don't exagger-"
"I will do anything you want! ANYTHING! But please come!" Angel looked at Izzie with puppy eyes, her brown irises shinning with desire. Angel knew her friend couldn't say no to that.
Izzie gave Angel a cool gaze and sighed resignedly, "Okay okay, you win. But-"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! WE ARE SEEING INNOCENCE. WE ARE SEEING INNOCENCE!" Angel yelled excitedly. She grabbed Izzie's hands and started spinning around.
Izzie's world blurred in front of her eyes, "Angel…stop…I'm getting…dizzy. Angel? Angel, please!"
After three more sequences of giggling and spinning, the brown-haired girl released her friend's hands just to start hopping around the room by herself.
Izzie half-heartedly smiled at her excitement. It was kind of cute, she thought, and it was good to see her finally getting something she wanted. Her foster father didn't grant her many wishes. Slumping onto a round, puffy couch, she said, "You should better start looking for the tickets before…"
"Here they are!" exclaimed Angel. The brunette jumped towards her wooden desk and fumbled through the upper drawer. She took out two tickets and read:
Innocence Akuma World Tour 2010: The Battle Starts
20thof July, 2010
Platinum Seats.
$200 dollars.
Izzie gaped, "Platinum Seats? They are the first row! And $200 dollars each one! How did you manage to afford this?"
"Oh, I didn't afford them. Actually, you won them" answered a happy Angel.
"What?"
"Oh, well, you'll see, they were raffling two tickets in the local radio and also these!" Angel turned around and took out two badges. "VIP tickets! Right into the dressing rooms!" her eyes shone as she squeezed the badgets against her chest.
"Wait wait, let's go back. Did you say I actually wonthis?" Izzie muttered. "What did you do?" She darted a suspicious look at her friend.
Catching sight of Izzie's expression, Angel bashfully mumbled, "Oh, well, I just entered a riffle on the radio. We both did. And….well, I gave your last name… and I think they know who you are"
"Of course they know my last name! That's why I never give it! All the persons in this damned city know my last name! I'm the next Mayor's daughter!" Izzie blurted, lifting her hands to the sky in a dramatic gesture.
"Calm down. It is nothing, I just wanted to enter the raffle and…"
"You knew they would give the tickets to me."
"Amm….well…"
"Deny it," Izzie challenged, raising a dark eyebrow.
"Okay okay. But I don't understand why you don't like to use your privileges, they are so useful sometimes." Angel argued.
"Because it is not fair. I have everything I need; I don't have to blackmail people to get what I want."
"Well well. If you don't wanna use that for you, at least use your privileges for me" concluded Angel, blinking innocently.
The black haired girl didn't say anything for a long moment. Her pretty, violet eyes fixated on her friend's face, and she crossed her arms across her chest in an unhappy gesture.
"Come one, don't get mad at me." Angel moaned.
"…"
"You are gonna like it. I promise."
"I'm going to your concert, but promise me you are not doing this again." Izzie finally yielded.
"Love ya!" Angel howled. She jumped forward to squeeze Izzie tightly between her thin arms. Even though she was shorter and skinnier than her friend, she surely had a lot of strength in that little body.
Izzie coughed, "Hmp! I'm not breathing"
"Oops.." Angel released her friend and smiled sheepishly at her. "Well, since you are coming to the concert, I have to introduce you the band. Come!" Angel took Izzie to the opposite wall of her room, where a big poster was pasted on the wall.
There they were four persons standing against a black wall with graffiti of a green diamond. It prayed: Innocence in red letters in the middle of the diamond. Underneath it, the name of the album was written down with the same graffiti letters: Akuma
That exotic word called Izzie's attention, even though she was rather interested on classic music and piano songs instead of all that rock and punk shows. She was about to ask what Akuma meant, but her friend didn't let her open her mouth.
"This one in the corner, the one with the white hair, is Allen Walker. He plays the keyboard and an awesome keytar." explained Angel, pointing to a young boy with grey eyes and white hair. He seemed to be the youngest one and was holding a black keytar across his body. As well as the rest of the group, he was dressed in black clothes: black trousers with a black, long-sleeved shirt, jerkins and dark gloves.
"Next comes Lenalee Lee, she is Chinese. She plays the guitar and is one of the two principal voices in the band. She is really pretty, don't you think?" asked Angel, giving Izzie a sideways glance.
The girl was pretty, Izzie decided. She had long, dark hair fixed in two high ponytails. The black, sleeveless blouse outlined perfectly her body against the green diamond, and the leather skirt alongside black tights bestowed her a rebellious air, which contrasted with the sweetness of her features.
Izzie was not paying a lot of attention, truth be told. She was just staring at those strangers without being familiarized with that kind of music and style, so the girl just nodded.
"Well and then comes the sexiest man on Earth: Lavi Bookman!" Angel pointed to a tall, red-haired man who was wearing a black eye-patch. The visible eye glimmered with a green light similar to that one of the diamond behind, "He plays the drums, the guitar and is the principal voice in the band. I know, I know, it is weird that a drummer sings, but he is the exception. A sexy exception. Sometimes he leaves the drums to another musician or to this guy, Yuu Kanda."
"What's wrong with his hair?" asked a confused Izzie. The man's black hair was long, even longer than her hair, and fell loosely from a high ponytail.
"Oh, he prefers it like that, I guess. He is Japanese and plays the bass, sometimes he sings, but that's not really frequent. Some girls insist that he is extremely hot, but I found him rather girlish." ended Angel, smiling slyly at her friend.
"Girlish? Not with that hard expression…" Izzie commented nonchalantly, still looking at this…this Kanda.
"What? You like him?" Angel questioned, smiling mischievously at her friend. Izzie shook her head.
Izzie snarled, "Of course not. He is…a rock man. Not my type."
Angel sighed "You should know that there are more things beside books, Beethoven or Mozart. Maybe you get to be his next girlfriend, huh, huh?" teased Angel, poking her friend's arm.
"Never!" Izzie couldn't help but laugh at such folly. His girlfriend? Not until he got a haircut, for sure. And smiled. And maybe learn a little bit of the civilized world.
You can joke, but those jokes can sometimes come true, don't you think?
A/N: Hey there! Well, it's me (Of course -.-)
I've decided to correct chapters of this story since, err, well, there are awful mistakes throughout it. I wrote it about two years ago, when my English was still a little bit raw and flawed. I still make some sloppy mistakes, but they aren't as frequent or noticeable as before (thanks God)
Anyway, I'll be trying to correct the story during my spare time, although I find it highly improbable to finish fixing the whole document. Why? Because I'm a lazy bastard. Thus, I beg for your pardons for any mistake in the future chapters. My first language is not English, so, yeah, that sucks.
Basically, the kind of mistakes you may find are:
-Poor syntax.
-Confussion of nouns/verbs.
-Wrong conjugations.
-Bad punctuation (Punctuation is a bitch.)
So, well, that's basically it. I hope you still enjoy this fanfic albeit all these flaws.
Atra esterní ono telduin!