It has been quite a while now. How long? Maybe 5 or 6 years. Marinette Dupain-Cheng liked Jagged Stone however when he presented this new band in one of his shows she was enchanted.
Why didn't she found them earlier? They were fascinating! The "Paris Thunder Eyes" had an out of this world tune to Marinette's ears. Every song, from the chill ones to the heavy ones, had something familiar yet new in the lyrics and rhythm.
She was waiting for the concert to start, right on the first row. The bluenette was wearing an outfit more reviling than usual, a black translucent turtleneck, tucked under a short wine pleated skirt, complimenting with her old black boots. Her hair was down, reaching down her shoulders easily, bangs in her forehead as usual. Marinette's blue eyes were tainted by Alya's makeup, a heavy smokey eye that popped her eyes out.
Marinette's beauty was not past the eyes of people around her. Maybe coming alone to a concert were most people were men wasn't such a good idea, it wasn't Marinette's fault she looked nice, but people are dangerous. Thankfully, there was no problem up until then, so she was happy and calm.
After fifteen minutes or so, people doubled up, increasing chatter and some lost lyrics around the crowd. The lights pointing the public went wilder, some instruments being tuned in the pitch black stage. People started chanting some songs of the new album, Marinette joining with laughs and excitement.
Not long after a known tune to all the fans echoed the field, making everyone shriek and scream exited. The lights went on as the band made their appearances. The drummer Daniel Laurent looked as exited as ever, hitting the drums with passion. The bass guitarist, Akane Lefebvre, wore a cocky grin as she usually did in the photoshoots. The second guitarist, Blaze Silva, looked kind of tired or maybe focused, Marinette couldn't figure out.
Last but not least, the main singer and guitarist, Luka Couffaine, as serene as always, playing his guitar like it was poetry, with a small smirk as the crowd went nuts. His usual tips were as cyan as his eyes, dark hair contrasting with his skin. His voice sounded velvety, interpreting the band songs perfectly, adding his own tunes now and then, something that drove Marinette crazy.
There was this particular song in the new album Marinette loved, "Our Winter Snakes"; she didn't know why, the lyrics had nothing to do with her overall, but there were some parts that when she twisted up they were talking to her, probably like it happened with everybody there.
She got so exited she didn't realize how loud she was singing, her voice stood out in the crowd somehow. Luka singing his part, locked eyes on the petit bluenette, now starting to play his solo part. Marinette noticed he was looking at herself. Luka Couffaine was looking at clumsy ordinary Marinette, she was flattered and oh so embarrassed.
Her cheeks turned pink and looked at Luka's eyes in awe, got herself hypnotized until he broke his gaze from her, as they finished the song. However, he couldn't, wouldn't, take his eyes away from her. She was beautiful. She could be his new muse, such elegant eyes and hair, innocent pink cheeks, he could feel inspiration flowing all around him; Luka will contact that beautiful lady, he will make sure to know her name someday, and he was sure that day, would be today.