.:: Just Need a Sign ::.
"The Gig"
Zexion seemed confident when Demyx first met him, but he still had that softness to him while he was on the train. It may have been something about his messed up makeup and thin body with protruding bones that made Demyx see that delicateness in him. Now it was like he was a completely different person. Somewhere along the way he had changed his clothes, his hair, and even his make-up. He was still wearing his patched up jeans, but in place of his over large sweatshirt he was wearing a wife beater with the band logo in purple, and two different arm warmers. One was black and went to his elbow on his right arm. It had several straps and chains hanging down, and wrapped tight around it. The other one was purple and gathered around his left wrist.
And his hair was pulled back into a messy, short ponytail, with only a few strands falling forward in front of his eye. But because most of it was pulled back, Demyx was now able to see that Zexion's right eyebrow had two piercings in it, and his right ear had several piercings going up it. Demyx couldn't even name what all of them were, he just saw how shiny his ear was whenever the light hit it.
On top of that, he seemed excited and energetic, which Demyx assumed was natural, since it was his concert. But it was much different than the laid back demeanor he seemed to have on the train. It was kind of sexy. He couldn't help but love his stage presence, and he immediately knew why so many people liked him.
As the blue haired man walked around the stage, getting the people riled up, Demyx watched every detail of him. He found himself getting up and moving closer, shoving his way through the crowd. There was something that just oozed sex appeal out of Zexion, from the way he threw his arm in the air while emphasizing his words, to the way his ass moved in those jeans, to how his smile grew as he heard the crowd responding. It was thrilling, and contagious to watch him. More than anything, Demyx wanted to be Zexion right now.
Zexion suddenly went towards the side of the stage, and came back to the microphone stand, now holding a violin in one hand and a bow in the other. "I think we've made y'all wait long enough. How about we start with an oldie?" A grin slowly crept onto Zexion's face as he raised the violin to his shoulder, and placed the bow on the strings, scratching out the first note, and the crowd went wild with approval.
It was obvious to Demyx that they had a lot of repeat fans here tonight, and they knew the song well. He really wanted to know what it felt like to be in Zexion's shit kickers right now. He was surprised at the roughness of the violin. Since Selphie had said he was trained in classical music, he expected it to be more, well, classical. But it had a purposeful roughness to it, and Demyx kind of liked it. It was like it was a big 'fuck you' to all the classical training that was probably shoved down his throat as a child. And it sounded good.
However, it didn't take long for the classical sound to come through as the song took an about face and Zexion stepped up to the microphone. The violin suddenly took a step back, as the drums, guitar, cello, and other instruments joined. Demyx's mind was suddenly assaulted with an intense anger, caused by the tempo, and dynamics of the music, and then Zexion opened his mouth. And his voice was as beautiful as he thought it would be.
"How could you do it?
How could you break one, so small?
He just took it all
Everything you threw
He just took it all
"And it makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
What kind of man are you
"The memories still haunt him
From so long ago
He's consumed by your sins
As if they were his own
"And it makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
What kind of man is he?
"How could you do this to me?
I trusted you, and now I wonder
I wonder if my heart even beats
Or am I walking piece of meat
And I wonder
If these memories will ever fade
The memories you left with me
So long ago
"And it makes me wonder
Makes me wonder
What kind of man am I?
When I still let you win
With the memories of your sin"
And he sang, and sang. There was so much passion in Zexion's voice, song after song, it was as though he was spilling his life out to all the audience. You could hear every emotion in every word he sang, in every note of every instrument, in the words themselves; you knew what he felt when he wrote it. And if he didn't write it he was a damn good actor in Demyx's opinion. He hung onto every lyric and every note; he fell into the music and became a part of it.
The violin, though not his favorite instrument, captivated him as he listened to Bleeding Heartless. Zexion's violin was particularly catching to him. He could hear Marluxia playing as well, he watched his solo, he watched him play alongside Zexion, but it was Zexion that made his hair stand up, goosebumps rise, and sent shivers down his spine.
Demyx was completely enamored for the entire concert. Someone could have stepped in front of him, and slapped him across his face, and he wouldn't even notice. Hell, a tornado could go through the building, and as long as the band could keep playing, Demyx wouldn't have noticed. He was lost to the magic that is music.
Song (c) me
I don't like when people steal songs and say their characters wrote them, though, fanifiction is all about stealing characters...
The original song was replaced 3-18-13, still not very good, but I feel it's improved.