Normally relaxed features were hardened with concentration. Dull gray eyes that were usually half-lidded in boredom were now narrowed, focusing on the present objective. The teen moved on e bracelet clad arm to wipe some of the sweat forming under his pure white bangs, the pale hand moving back to its original place as soon as the task was done. 3…2…1…Go.
Slender fingers began to dance up and down the neck of the guitar while the other hand strummed up and down in a rhythmic fashion. Music and singing filled the air, along with the screaming of fans. Leather clad hips swayed to the rhythm, a heavy, boot-clad foot tapping to keep the beat. All right, the tricky part's coming up after this chorus. The teen focused even harder, all normal signs of relaxation removed from his body, as his fingers moved swiftly and efficiently up and down the guitar's neck. His other hand strummed faster to keep up with the onslaught of notes he was playing. Nailed it. Once the bridge was over he restarted the familiar beginning of the chorus. When the song was done the crowd was yelling enthusiastically, causing the pale teen to give a triumphant smirk.
"Ya know, just because you rock at Guitar Hero doesn't mean you can play a real guitar," spoke his orange-haired companion, wearing his own smirk on his tan face. Amusement sparkled in his ruby eyes as the dual-haired boy pretended to pout, a look that didn't belong on someone who looked like he was a member in a biker gang.
"Why must you crush my dreams?" the pale teen asked, removing the guitar from his neck and propping it against the nearest wall. "You're so mean sometimes Kyo." The younger boy's words only made his smirk grow.
"That's what I'm here for Haru," the tan boy replied, picking up the guitar. "My turn now. Let a pro show you how it's done." Haru sat back with a smile on his face as his older cousin began to play.
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