(11:42 PM, April 14th, Victoria City, Hong Kong, 2016)
Lights, it was all lights, the metal pangs and dark railings clanged harder than the glances set upon them, and the crowd that stood there.
"Hello! City Of Victoria! Do you need some vodka!!!??", A man in his early 30's screams loudly, his back turned to the crowd.
The crowd in question roared and clapped at the catchphrase, staring at the blue-back of their power metal preformer.
He turned around and poured a cold bottle of vodka onto the ground, and smashed another.
As he whipped around, long blue streaks followed like a cobalt hurricane, revealing a collie whose front body had been painted white.
"I see all of these lights!! But of what volition do they shine? Hong Kong is dark! Yet the vibrant darkness of those contraptions so neon, clinging to life in horrific graves! If the fading lights be our graves!!", He yells, his fists clenching and causing the flowers held within them, ConvallariaMajalis.
The petals crumbled from the Valley Lily, and a guitar came out from his back, pearly white and with a cross made of raw, pure sapphire.
Strings decked with iridescent silver lining began to play as the crowd roared even louder than before, making the wooden platform they were on shake.
It was late at night... But the preformer had a long day ahead of him.
(4AM April 15th, 2016, City Of Victoria)
Around four or so hours later, the crowd had gotten even rowdier, drunk and unresting, the collie himself even appeared to be drinking some, getting people crazier.
"Hollands! Hollands!!", They screamed as an innate, high pitched guitar riff shattered their expectations of what to see live.
Vibrant bustling neon lights connected to the platform began to sway up and down with the movements of his fans, leading the collie in question to play an even crazier riff that wasn't in his normal version of the song he played normally.
Two of the band mates, the drummer, Henry, and bassist, Siverre, looked at each other with terrified looks, both silently agreed to keep their mouths shut and Siverre, after quite some time struggling, caught a pattern in Hollands erratic actions and readjusted his base play for the rest of the crew to follow.
He let a sigh of relief just as Hollands grabbed the microphone and began to scream.
"You should have locked the only door! The graves will sing to you now! From of the depths of our souls! Will you scream! From HELL!!", Time seemed to slow down as Hollands dropped his mic, realizing what he's just done.
The jig was up, the verse that was supposed to end in "HELL!" was more of a nightmarish screech like the one mentioned in the song itself.
His blue eyes widened and he stared down at the mic for a moment, the silent H in his accent... It fucked the line up and made his speech slur into incoherent nonsense, a sad screech in the middle of a passionate, blazing performance.
It would put a dent into his career... But this... Everybody knew now.. He wasn't Finnish.
(2 PM, April 15th 2016, Victoria City, Hong Kong)
Eyes stood bloodshot as tears streamed down Hollands' face, washing the remaining white paint from his face, he never actually claimed to be Finnish, but it was such a huge part of his persona as an artist that his career would practically be over now that people would think he was lying to them.
His eyes stopped moving and he looked at his window, before simply closing them, and resting in his chair, still sniffling slightly.
Any minute now...
beep!* the sound cracked through Hollands ears, making the fluff in them bristle.
"Coming!!", He yelled, going to the bathroom to quickly wash the last bit of white from his face, revealing a gentle, soft brown pattern of tender fur.
He opened the door, face still wet and invited the two in.
"Ayye!! I thought you'd never come around!", a petite red fox stepped through the door and immediately ran towards Hollands, hugging him.
"Hey! I never thought you'd come around!! We both got the same surgical degree like sixteen years ago and you still haven't used it! I'm so excited that you want to work with us now Holly!", She says, yipping excitedly.
"So why'd you decide now?", She says, not knowing what Hollands' career choice was before he fell back on being a doctor literally hours ago.
"Uhh.. I was just moving out of this place and needed the extra money and all you know... It's easier that way", He says, trying desperately to hide the complete fuck-up he'd made, miraculously it worked and she called in a nice friend to help them out.
"John!!", She yelled, her voice making Hollands flinch slightly from how loud it was in his face.
A monstrous, hulking grey wolf with the body of a god entered the room, looking like the typical Hong Kong bad boy with grey sweatpants and a white offbrand t-shirt.
"John help him with his stuff, I'm gonna go and get car started up, just hand him his credentials and stuff okay?", She says, walking out of the door, her green heels tapping as she exited in nothing but a skirt and pink tank-top.
The wolf finally layed eyes on Hollands, and stared at him for a moment, he the mab had turned around to think to himself so John was allowed to stare all he wanted.
Horrifying spacing out? Check.
The Collie In His Dreams...Check
He lookes the father effeminate, or effeminate by Chinese standards... Male, up and down, before he imagined him in a blue and purple doctor's uniform.
After Hollands turned around to sign some papers, his life would change forever...