Marinette's p.o.v
I stepped out into the stage with a cold medal black mic in hand, and an giddy expression plastered on my face, as the crowd cheered.
"Hey Guys!" I said enthusiastically in the mic skimming the crowd of cheering, excited fans.
"To start the show off I would like to explain what this is called 'The Inspirational world tour of 14'. long name, I know. But we have selected the set list in this tour for a reason. There's always a reason." I started and the crowd cheered in agreement.
"The 14 song's that we will be singing tonight mean something much to all of us, and probably all of you. So to answer some of your questions, yes. There will be laughing, crying, pretty much emotions in general. Because that's what music's all about. Emotions. So thank you for being here and enjoy the show." I said and smiled to myself and looked back to the rest of the band as the light dimmed on the stage of the sold out venue. I stepped back farther from the edge of the stage as time the first song start's.
Flashing lights of our band logo started as Devin started playing the keyboard, as I started singing one of the songs that me and my boyfriend, David picked.
"Hurry up before you go and get old" I paused for a brief second letting the light dim around me and the two of my band mates that were on stage currently, David being offstage.
"Hurry up before your blood runs cold" I sang, holding up the mic to my mouth as the crowd cheered and some sang along.
None of us were ever meant to stay" I sang pausing for a brief second before the song picked up once again, Devin still playing the keyboard.
"We're all gonna find out one day" I sang quieter, before picking up all of my emotions of the past rollercoaster ride of the past few days, and putting them in the song.
"You see life's too short to run it like a race" A deep male voice sang from behind me, I knew it was David, we sang this song mutable time on the bus ride to the venue so we would be ready for our first show of our second official tour.
"So it's never gonna matter if you win first place" I sang the next verse of the song.
"'Cause we're all the same
Stop waiting' on your fifteen minutes of fame
'Cause you're not special" I sang as Devin picked playing more complicated rhythms on her keyboard.
"I'm not trying' to rain on your parade
But you're not special
I'm not tryin' to bring to you down
I'm not trying' to sound so ineffectual
But you're not special" I sang but paused for a brief moment letting Kelly do her acoustic guitar part, like the original singers of the song did.
"Hurry up before the bottle kicks in
Before the poison and the pain sets in
If you take it down a notch and you let me explain" David sings looking at me from his peripheral vision.
"That on this earth we are all the same" I breath out and the crowd went wild.
"And all I can say is
Stop waiting' on your fifteen minutes of fame
'Cause you're not special
I'm not trying' to rain on your parade
But you're not special
I'm not tryin' to bring to you down
I'm not trying' to sound so ineffectual
'Cause you're not special" I sang the next couple of lyrics by myself, letting Devin on the keyboard and Kelly on the guitar soak in from our vocals.
"We all live to love, we all fall apart" David sings strongly, walking up and grasping my hand, making my smile widen.
"We'd all go to war for the faint of heart" He continues
"Instead we're condescending" I fired back, like this was a fight, but it wasn't. Because number one: were not that dumb to fight on stage, that would be messy and prolly would never happen, and number two: it was what the song meant to me and David, it was just how we interpreted it.
"There are no happy endings" I practically whispered, but thanks to the mic it picked up my quieter singing, letting it wash over the crowd of teens and adults, alike.
"I won't hold my breath, I won't cast a doubt" I continued singing, stronger now.
"I'd never sell you out" David sings, he sent a smile my way and faced me, I did the same.
"But I'll give you one last chance to own it
'Cause you're not a god or a poet, so,
Stop waiting' on your fifteen minutes of fame" I sang raising my voice in the microphone.
"'Cause you're not special" We smiled sang together this time.
"I'm not trying' to rain on your parade
But you're not special
I'm not tryin' to bring to you down
I'm not tryin' to sound so ineffectual
But you're not special" I finished the main versus of the song, our hands still interlaced together.
"Get up, get up
Get a move on
Get up, get up" Kelly and Devin and sang in there microphones that were posted around there instruments, along with the crowd screaming the same lyrics.
"But you're not special" Me and David sang loder into our mics like trying to over power eachother, but I knew we weren't. We balance each other out, we knew that.
"Get up, get up
Get a move on"
"Just know that, just know that
But you're not special
'Cause you're not special
'Cause you're not special" We all sang, as the music started to fade out as me and David turned to face the crowd with excited smile's. My eyes swam over the crowd as my smiled only widend.
"Ok let's go onto the next one!" I said, and we all switched instruments, putting my old light blue guitar on its stand, that was on stage then climbed up to the drum set to get ready for the next song on our setlist, sand by Devin, called 'When I was your man' by Bruno mars
Adrien's POV.
Alya dragged me to a concert, because Nino had some 'stuff with his family', he was lying. But, I dropped it anyway. If he didn't want to tell me, he didn't half too.
The band was aperintly called 'No Lead' and I guess they were from America, and on tour here.
Alya was talking about how apparently this band had no lead singer, and such. I didn't see how that would work very well but I gave in to going anyway. Ever since Ladybug went missing, her blog has been failing, not to mention how she mysteriously disappeared. It worried me, though Alya didn't know that I was Chat Noir.
Three people were on the stage, from what I could see, since Alya got good tickets so she could film the event for her blog.
There was one girl with light brown hair and tan skin and green eyes on keyboard wearing a dark yellow leather jacket that was zipped up boots and black jeans, she was also wearing an hair pin that was shaped as a bee.
There was another girl standing by what looked like a shining red electric—bass I think—guitar on a stand, but she was holding an acoustic guitar. she was wearing a flowy Green top with sleeves that fanned out at the end but one was pinned back to elbow. I guess to allow her to place her fingers on the guitar neck without any trouble with the sleeve getting in the way and white washed jeans, they went well with her wedge heels and pretty blond hair and sparkling warm chocolate brown eyes, she was also wearing a bracelet that had what looked like a green tablet with a leather strap to the it around her wrist.
There was also a empty drum set along with an empty guitar stand. I could also see a boy looked similar to the girl with the short hair on keyboard, standing off stage talking to someone that was wearing a black shirt that had the word 'STAFF' on it. He had light brown hair, tan skin tone and the same forest green eyes, but no freckles like she had. He held a black mic.
"Why am I here, again?" I asked Alya, as I glancing at the clearly excited, buzzing crowd that was all around us, talking about the set list or something
"Because this is good content for my blog, besides you have been staying inside a lot. Plus, Nino is busy and couldn't come with me and I had an extra ticket." She said taping away on her phone pulling up her video app.
"Besides, It could be fun" She shrugged. Since Marinette disappeared, Alya and I have gotten closer as friend. Plus, me being her boyfriends best friend since High school and such.
The girl on the keyboard started playing it with skill, after all my father did make me take lessons, but this was no classical song. It had an sad, but upbeat rhythm to it.
The crowded cheered louder as another girl walked on stage confidently, she had very long midnight blue hair styled in two braids down her back and bluebell eyes, a brown denim jacket and under it she had a black tank top that was cropped, she was also wearing ripped high wasted skinny jeans, high top black shoes that had an white line down the side of each other them on Esther sides with the inscription on it that said 'Vans' on the back, a popular American shoe brand, I suppose. She also had on what looked like rubber bracelets on her wrist, although one was tighter then the others, that one was red and had black polka dots on it and a black beanie, parly holding back her two side bangs that fell on the sides of her forehead to her cheeks that were framing her face perfectly. She also had a black mic in her had also, along with a beat up blue electric guitar hanging on her back. She was beautiful, I'll giver her that fully.
She started talking about there tour and such, I zoned out on that part intel she started singing with the brown haired boy and with the two other girls, there voices fit well together, I felt like I was almost hypnotize.
Then as soon as the song started, it endid. I never heard the song before, nor do I listen to alot of music. But, they were amazing. They went onto another song that I also had never heard before, this time it was faster paced and just the girl that was on the keyboard singing, a pop song probably.
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