The History Makers gathered on stage, breathing a collective sigh as the announcer introduced them and revealed the song they were going to play; 'Thought'. Yuuri smiled into the mic, wrapping his hand around it firmly as he grinned.

"You all ready for this?" he called into the crowd, bending the mic forward and pointing into the crowd. Yuuri absentmindedly searched the crowd for Viktor, even though he knew the man would be backstage revealing their plan to the club managers. Although Viktor had been skeptical, Yuuri assumed they would readily agree; it meant more business.

Never mind they hadn't even revealed it to Stay Close to Me yet, even though they were the planned backing band.

The crowd roared in approval as Guang-Hong counted in the song, crying out the numbers as he hit his sticks together. The sound they made high above his head echoed around the room, as the entire audience had gone silent. Yuuri felt his heart threaten to burst in his chest as his anxiety reached dangerous levels, but he forced it down, determined to give the best performance possible. He grabbed the mic with both hands, opening his mouth.

And he began to sing.

Yuuri felt his pain, his worry, his anxiety ebb away as the song flowed through him. The low vibrations from Phichit's bass shook the room, but no-one seemed to notice. Everyone was to focused on Yuuri's deep, soulful singing. He sang into the mic, his body moving sub-consciously with the beat. Yuuri could feel a smile inch its way onto his face as he let out all he'd been feeling these past few days; the anger, sadness, hate...

...love.

Yuuri barely noticed Viktor inching closer amidst the audience until he was mere feet away, his head bobbing up and down to the music. Yuuri smiled brightly, his smile covering his entire face. Suddenly, the audience disappeared, and it was just him a Viktor, watching each other. The song made him feel pride, no matter that it wasn't the best one he'd ever written. It was a good song; he'd admit that, but Stay Close to Me had better musical themes and lyrics. They were just overall a better band.

But their singer, Viktor Nikiforov, the handsome, beautiful man, was his.

Yuuri smirked, looking at Viktor and wondering how many people in the audience would hate their relationship.

Judging from the amount of people who were trying to inch their way to Viktor's side and staring moony-eyed at him, quite a few.

"I had a thought, I had a tho-o-oght. I had a thought, I had a tho-o-ought..." Yuuri grinned, singing directly to Viktor, watching his face light up and slip away from the groups of girls who were following him everywhere. Viktor was directly in front of Yuuri, and Yuuri knelt in front of him, singing directly in front of his face. Viktor was happy, grinning at Yuuri with a conspiratorial grin on his face.

Yuuri finished the song, not budging from his position on the stage. Viktor, taking this opportunity to mean something more than was obviously intended on Yuuri's part, leaned forward and kissed him.

Yuuri hugged him tightly, pulling away after a few moments. The entire crowd lit up; cheering or booing. Yuuri and his band slipped off the stage, rushing directly into the crowd, Yuuri running to embrace Viktor as the crowd surged forward. The judges, who sat at a small oblong table on the side of the room, smiled at the bands, writing furiously. Three of them were done in seconds, but the last judge seemed fairly stuck. She kept scribbling on her sheet, the eraser that had moments ago been pink and new missing from the end of her pencil. Her face was scrunched up in a look of fierce concentration. The moment she was done, the pencil flew from her hand and she threw her pencil across the room. A young woman came around, gathering the cards and slipping up on stage lithely.

Yuuri looked to Viktor. No matter what happened, Viktor and him would still be together.

Plus, Yuuri already knew who was going to win.

While the History Makers had practiced and gotten better at writing songs and performing them, Stay Close to Me had always had an advantage, unfair or not. Yuuri knew that his band wasn't going to win. He was happy however, because Viktor's band would get more popularity and such. He smiled at Viktor, readying himself for the inevitable verdict.

"The winner of this competition and fourteen hundred dollars..."

Yuuri felt his heart stop.

What?!