Sokka hoisted Azula up onto his shoulders. He swore he wouldn't do it, that she was on her own, but somehow he always ended up doing what she wanted him to do. He had hoped with all of his soul that Azula would either be tall enough to see the band or that they would get close enough to the front that it wouldn't be a problem. Typically, they found themselves stuck in the middle of the crowd and Azula proved to be as tiny as he had dreaded. Naturally she blamed him and this time he couldn't disagree.
Azula had wanted to leave early so they could get a good spot. And they did, but Sokka's hunger got the best of him and they ended up stopping for food. By the time he had finished his meal the evening traffic was in full swing and they arrived just as the doors opened.
"Can you see now?" Sokka shouted over the music.
"Yes, very well." She declared.
Above the screaming crowd was one of her favorite places to be. She may not have had a balcony view but seeing a sea of enthusiastic hands was always a thrill. To know that she could see all of them and truly get a sense of the room's energy. Each member of the crowd seemed to spark life into other concert attendees, the lively vibe seemed to just flow from one person to the next until no one was left bored or silent.
For a few hours—from the time they entered the venue to the time they left—Azula desired to toss her higher-class life to the side and pursue the kind of high risk, hardcore, go all night lifestyle that the rockers on stage had.
Wanted to be the kind of person who could walk onto a stage and immediately bring life and wildness to the room. Of course she could walk up to the pedestal at town hall and speak to a more political savvy crowd in place of her father. And those people would clap for her. She could make them feel a sense of togetherness through flowery political language. But she couldn't every bring upon that genuine sense of unity that music always could.
Maybe one day. She mused to herself. Sokka isn't such a bad guitarist. She couldn't imagine that he'd be at all opposed to starting up a secret band with her. The only question would be that if they'd sing rock or metal.
The crowd gave another round of claps and whistles as the final song came to an end. Surely an encore was to come. She and Sokka had been to many shows and there always were encores. The thought always reminded Azula that their first date was at a rock concert, so was their second. Before that they had met each other on a few separate occasions at a concert. None of their meet ups had been planned at the time, they just so happened to have the same taste in music and the luck to keep running into each other until they finally decided to take their friendship outside of the metal scene.
How lovely it would be to have the power to bring to people together like that just by getting up on a stage and doing what you love. For sure forming a band had made it onto Azula's to do list. But for the time being she was content to sit on Sokka's shoulders and sing along to the final encore songs until her ears rung and she could no longer speak.
Between lyrics she found herself already planning out who to see next.