OMG! I am so sorry for not updating for such a long time! I fucking hate myself right now! Well at least I have a schedule now, and so this would be updating weekly,so tune in! Hopefully this would be a good chapter.
The music is loud, and its not even starting yet, in the lines people have drinks with them, and they're getting drunk before even the concert started. People were making out, and I get the feeling that I'm inside the most hearty of Fiore's largest cities. Loke was pretty much gone, I bet he's like flirting, and making out with some girls right now.
I feel so unwanted in here, like me an otaku, is in here, a rappers concert. I love rap songs, but when you know its the concert, its totally different. Oh my god they're staring at me! Staring! Nobody has ever stared at me!
I'm an otaku, people look at us differently, we are not the same as other people, but they're looking at me like a human being! They're not looking at me like some nerd that I am!
"Sup," someone said from behind me in line, that scared the shit out of me.
"Uh... Hi," I said back, it was a dark blonde hair, and was a bishie! Okay I know people shorten it bu its really called bishounen, just a call out for you, and yes, I consider hot guys bishie. But it sounds a lot like bitchy to me too.
"So, are you from out of town?" He asks ", wait how rude of me, my name is Hibiki."
"Lucy," I said back, and he took out his hand, and we shook hands, to me I felt so um... Awkward?
"And yeah, I'm out of town, I'm from Magnolia," I said sheepishly.
"Oh, me too, I got to Blue Pegasus High," He says, holy shit, I thought he lived in Crocus.
"Oh... I go to Fairy Tail High," I said.
"Are you a big fan of rap?" He asks, I nodded.
"You?" I ask.
"No not really," He answers, well fuck you, if you're going to one how come you said not really, now I literally lost interest in this dude ", my friend from the same school as you just dragged me in."
"Oh," That was all I could say, and I think I heard him mutter "Lost my chance." Like what the hell dude? Does it look like I can date a bishie?
"Anyways, do you have any hobbies?" Hibiki asks, well lets see, I'm a huge otaku, yeah that should do it, Not.
"I play the piano," I said, that wasn't a lie though, I was thought by my mother.
"Oh that's cool, so do you have any plans next Saturday?" Hibiki asks, holy shit did this guy just ask me out? But he looks like a huge flirt so... Decline. I sighed and said.
"No," I said.
"So do you want to go out some time?" He asks.
"No," I said.
"Okay what time should I take you- Wait what?!" His expression was priceless, and I started to giggle.
"Sorry dude, I don't just go out with a random stranger I just barely talked to, and plus I think you wouldn't like me," I said, it was true, who would like an otaku, especially if you're a non-otaku.
"Who says that I won't like you?" He tried again.
"Buddy, I'm a huge otaku," I confessed.
"Impossible, I mean your all like that, and totally not like a nerd, and you listen to rap songs? Your kidding right?" He says.
"Nope," I said.
"Your lying," He said.
"No she's not," Loke said suddenly swinging an arm around my shoulder.
"Thank you Loke," I said.
"Is this your boyfriend?" Hibiki asks me.
"What?! No! He's my cousin!" I replied back.
" Oh is that you Hibiki?" Loke says.
"Loke?" Hibiki says.
"Dude, long time no see," He says, and they started chatting up. What the hell, that was so rude, great I'm left alone talking to myself again.
Wu- Tang Clan, help me! I finally got to ticket person, whatever they are called, and he examined my ticket, and he let me in, then came in Loke, then Hibiki. The loud beats came blasting to my face, and boy was it loud, I just practically melted, it looked amazing. I can see the opening artist for today's concert it was Action Bronson! Oh my god its Action Bronson, I squealed so loud, but I can tell that it wasn't as loud as thousands of people screaming and yelling.
"Loke! its Action Bronson!" I squealed shaking him senseless.
That sounded so wrong...
"Yeah, I know..." He said dizzily.
Uh, opportunity be knocking
Let a motherfucker in
I sang along, and felt the beat flow into to me.
Uh, opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still you little baby
I noticed a certain pink haired guy, and I quickly move my distance, but I can see that he's lost, sucks for him.
All my life I was a fuck-up. Now I pull the truck up
Same bitch stuck up. Now she wanna suck us
See me hanging out the window screaming "What, what!?"
No more tough luck; a different cloth is what
I'm cut from, baby oh my lord
The cops chasing Bronson in an all-white Ford
Shit. I'm on all-night tour
Bitch. I'm alright, but I'm off that raw
I'm in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor
You would swear I'm Puerto Rican but I'm not, lord
Hot hoes every city that we go, singing
"Heads high, kill'em with it now."
All I do is eat oysters
And speak six languages in three voices
It's Adriatic Summers on the samples
Don't even try to call him, not available for nothing
Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
With Anita Baker, uh
Oh god I'm so glad that he never came up to me, because if he did, holy shit then.
Uh, opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still you little baby
I started moving around, and feeling the music feel my body, which also sounds weird, and I started dancing into it, just like a sway, not like you know, grinding?
Uh, I feel so alive I think I shit myself
I should kiss myself, I'm staring at the man inside the mirrors
The reflection shows a wolf though (AOOOOH!)
Goddamn. I'm still cute ho (yeah)
All my women play the flute, saw ma place a melon and prosciutt'
Left handed, make the Fender cry
Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye
Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh
Motherfuckers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street
I'll turn your chest plate to lunch meat
I'm in a Humvee, looking like a young me
Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby
I switch the season, now the hair's curled
Tan skin, I need a bad girl
Cause James Brown said "it's a man's wold"
In a Transam' Twirl, the burner handle made of pearl
That's just "Daddy's Little Girl"
The song is about to be over, but I don't want it to end, but I also can't wait to hear the other rappers.
Opportunity be knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still you little baby
Opportunity be knocking, knocking, you gotta let a motherfucker in
I smiled at the ending as Bronson waved a goodbye, and we were all screaming and yelling. The air, the atmosphere, the tension, its all different, its full of life.
A/N: Okay, sorry if it's a short chapter, but I am gonna update soon, so yeah, and hopefully it was a good chapter and btw I got these lyrics at .net, and that's all. And also I didn't searched them up for this story, I do actually listen to rap songs, and one of my hobbies are dancing, and I break dance. But enough of me, and give me a review about this question.
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