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The flashing lights shined down on a boy with blue hair, or was it stylised black? Nevertheless the light bore down on this boy, but he was after all just a boy. A boy with an idea a guitar and one devoted fan. This kid was making his way in the world of music as a fresh artists with a sound that hadn't been around for a while, this artists name was Ciel Phantomhive.
A few months earlier
Alois sat in class day dreaming away his break when someone dropped a newspaper down in front of him. The blonde looked down briefly at the headline as he glanced over it he read the words 'A 14 Year Old Star Is Born.' Interested in who the star was he let his eyes slowly wander down the front page to the picture of the boy that was assured to be there. Immediately his jaw dropped. Alois' eyes enlarged as he began to intensely and furiously read down the news for the first time in, well forever. As he poured over the article on the front page tears began to build up in his eyes. His favourite artist and childhood friend had been 'discovered' and had signed quite the lucrative deal. The only problem was Alois never really talked to his friend anymore. As Alois was pondering on how long it had been since he last spoke to this friend he looked up at who had placed the article on his desk. As per usual it was one of his friends Timber. Alois of course had day dreamed that his best friend had returned to him in one of the more cliche yet epic introduction scenes of which a story writer could imagine. Here though he was brought back to the reality and once again realised that this is life not a fairy tale. So instantly the boy returned to his lackadaisical posture as his hand returned to the side of his face to prop up his head as he stared out the classroom window daydreaming the situation over and over again.
The next few months went by in a most similar way to that day. Alois took quick note of that. To Alois it seemed as if every few weeks or so one of the triplets would be putting some article in the news about Ciel in front of him. Each time he went through the process of reading it speedily to see what was happening in Ciel's life and then return to daydreaming or reminiscing of the days when the two use to be inseparable.
It was the day the new LP was released and of course Alois was all over the pre-ordering and such things to support Ciel so Alois had been listening to the music that Ciel had released as a product of the label called 'Black Butler.' Alois flipped through all the songs, but he felt as if though something was missing. Alois could plainly tell his friend and grown into a 'new artists' well if new meant that he became what most artists do, a sellout. Sellout was a strong term to use but it was really the only thing that Alois could label this new music as. He remembered when Ciel had that singer-songwriter vibe that he loved so much. It was really that spark that lead Alois down a spiral of elongated love and maybe even obsession with Ciel and his music. Once Alois had finished listening to all the music he read up on Ciel in the small bio his phone had provided. He read that Ciel had been discovered and managed by, a rather talented gentleman from the sound of his record, Sebastian Michaelis. Sebastian was the mastermind behind a former pop sensation that was the artists formally known as Grell Sutcliff. Alois pulled himself away from the phone and attempted to think of any songs Grell Sutcliff had produced. Alois flashed back to a song from his early life that was rather catchy and he'd been humming for most of his life since hearing it, and so that's when he identified Grell Sutcliff. A one it wonder Alois thought to himself, great just what Ciel needs a manger who cannot sustain success. After wallowing in this Alois swiftly returned to the bio and learned nothing new about his favourite artists. Rather generic Alois thought to himself, he then hit the play button and drifted off to Ciel's new music.
It'd been a year since Alois read that first article. Since that moment Ciel had changed his genre of music a few or more times. Alois distinctively remember three phases. The first obviously being Ciel's singer-songwriter phase. That was followed by his pop sellout phase and from there Ciel had somehow developed into a hip-hop artist which was definitely a change of pace for Alois as a true follower. What did that matter though Ciel was making money with every album? Today though it was interesting day for Alois. He read the article this time and scanned the words 'I'm Coming Home.' Alois persisted forward with his reading and learned of Ciel's soon to come return to their hometown. Alois launched up from his seat and ran out of class. Of course the teacher yelled at Alois as he bolted out of class without permission. Excited for the pending day Alois had to plan a welcome home party. A welcome home party of his own. Not the one that the city was likely to throw for the hometown star.
It was the day Ciel was due home and Alois had not been this excited in probably eons, or at least what felt like eons. Alois checked his new class roster to see if he'd be lucky enough to be in the same class with his former best friend. Alois zoomed down the roster looking for Ciel's name and found nothing. Alois then turned his rather excitable self into something more reminiscent of a melancholy version. Alois trudged into his classroom feeling rather unsatisfied until he noticed a crowd around a certain desk, that happened to be his. Alois made his way through the crowd of schoolmates to see Ciel sitting in his seat. Alois' face lit up with excitement he hadn't seen Ciel this close in years. Alois raised his hand to wave when Ciel swerved his head around and looked Alois dead in the eyes. Alois' heart began to pound faster with every millisecond of eye contact that the two were making. Ciel opened his mouth and said the words "I'm sorry was this your seat?" Really, really that's all you had to say thought Alois but unable to express the slight rage he had brewing he simply nodded in return. What a great first impression Alois had left, just fantastic!