Concorrenza
Prologue: Destati
The venue is dark, lit only by the glare of cellphones and digital cameras, the neon colors of glowsticks and glow-in-the-dark apparel, the dim glow from electric watches and whatnot. The air is charged with a tangible surge of excited energy, as pairs of eyes flicker from their lit devices to the dark stage and back again, expecting. There is a low murmur of idle chatter, repeated questions and inquiries of when the show will start. Some insistently tap on their phones either to complain or exclaim their thoughts on the surrent atmosphere.
A figure barely visible standing on the stage motions to his companions with an excited hand. Staff run around in the sidelines, finishing up the preparations for tonight's event.
There is a burst of feedback from the microphone onstage. Everything falls silent.
"How's everyone doing tonight?" an enthusiastic voice exclaims, still hidden in shadow. His greeting is met by screams of delight from all around, shouting his name, his band's name. He motions to someone behind him to start something, a signal.
One, two. One, two, three, four. These are the quick taps that resound in succession, the beat evoking the beginning of a guitar's rhythm as the lights are flipped on. Several figures are revealed onstage, though the audience's attention is mostly riveted on the singer, the one with the mischievous blue eyes. More screams.
He grins before launching onto the song, his sweet but edged voice drawing out noises of approval. This is his territory, his enjoyment.
The crowd continues to give him their support, including a girl near the edge of the throng, who lifts her hands to cup her mouth as she shouts something in happiness. She blows her wine-colored bangs out of her eyes, her cheeks a bright pink. She is in her element, being an avid supporter of one she loves: her favorite band. Everything, to her, is perfect.
As it is for him. As the interlude strikes up, the singer turns to grin at his bandmates, one by oneāthe blonde holding a blue guitar, who waves back enthusiastically; the redhead happily leading the beat; the other, guitar-wielding blonde, who throws him an amused smile; and finally, yet another blonde on the keyboard, playing to his heart's content. He raises his arm as he turns back to the crowd, greeted again by sounds of exclamation and bliss.
He continues singing till the end, throwing his arms out in a sort of welcoming gesture when the last notes hit.
"The 2011 Concorrenza is now officially on air!"
A/N: Hi.
So, this is the SoKai I've been working on (should be obvious, no?) I like how it's turned, although I have to say that the prologue right here is a bit dull. But not to worry! I'll have this fanfic up in no time! I hope. C: Anyway, cheers for me having updated Summer Blues and posting a new one!
Destati means "awake" (though you probably knew that), and I'm not sure what the music inspiration was for this chapter. It's gone through a lot of song transitions. Concorrenza means "competition". Credits to Google Translate, as usual. Thanks for reading! Hope you stick with me on this one. :D
-Hikari
