I thought of this. A bit of creativity in the midst of all the protest in the world.
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- NuteWelt01
A select number of people were allowed backstage during rock concerts like this.
Flashing strobe lights set the tone as splattered paint across the front crowd with confetti falling from the sky was the epitome of CrossSingnal blaze. A roar of screams rocked the fence guarded by large men holding back the enthusiastic crowd. Fist pumping to the angst rebel headbanging on stage crowing loudly in blaring speakers turning the tune-up to a triumph.
"WE. WILL. BE. INVINCIBLE!"
Drums pillared between two guitarists, the bass and electric, bringing down the house in a sonic boom of acoustic strumming away the hard cash melody. The front singer in her wild pink hair covered in metallic confetti brought the crowd further, chanting the song's words like an anthem. A change was coming in the eyes that blazed of freedom.
"Won't anybody help us - what are we running for."
The caucus of thousands milled about pile driving towards the front of the stage. Unsuspecting bystanders screamed out nearly run over by the hoard of excited fans reaching out towards the lead singer. The pink-haired siren was on edge, whipping bleached ends wildly with a male in the crowd who screamed the song back. White strands hit someone in the face causing unexpected tears. The girl cried for more.
"When there's nowhere - nowhere we can run to anymore."
A string of electric fiddled off the expert digits of her bandmate casually banging brown locks with the short-haired blond on her right.
"We can't afford to be innocent. Stand up and face the enemy - it's a do or die situation!"
Standing off-stage nodding slightly to the beat was another woman, older and experienced in the stardom business but a singer herself. The glint of a purple diamond on her forehead represented much of who she was but also her status. Glossy lips stretched answering a phone on her side,
"I told you the change of tune would work." A practical answer for the other person sighing on the line. A few scuffles were heard in the background before the male answered.
"Has she given you an answer yet?"
Tsunade eyed the group of young women on stage. Their brilliance was finally shining through for the whole world to see. Suddenly remembering news from a month ago, CrossSingal's manager narrowed her eyes at the comment. Watching the lead singing the anthem made her smile tampering down scathing criticism on the tip of her tongue. Sakura surely grew a backbone in a small amount of time.
"We've been over this. Sakura is focusing on her career change right now. If Sasuke wants another reason to tarnish her image, he can find someone else."
A familiar voice disrupted a small amount of silence in the background. Hazel eyes squinted further, crossing an arm over the other her body leaning away from the stage entrance. With a turn, heels clapped against the black surface, leading to a set of stairs away from all the noise. The stage shook from the speaker's feedback thumping from the drums as the song started to end.
"Tsunade, we both want our bands to succeed. I'm sure a written disclosure is possible if that is what she wants."
Manicured nailed fisted themselves in the beige material covering her wrist. The petticoat creased from the misuse. Her temper would flare in conversations lending in a sharp 'no' before hanging up on the person. Reviewing certain events that happened during the year leading them, the band, individually to this moment, deserved the praise without the past chasing them down. Turning off the stairs to a small hallway full of white doors, she opened the band's main changing room. In some corners, vases full of flowers decorated in tables from super fans. Some held cards, and others were merely congratulatory. A picture in the corner caught her gaze. All five young women threw up innocent hand signs in an image stuck in the side of a mirror. Funny faces made from different angles at a private party, but she couldn't ignore the most significant revelation about this picture.
Those four young women knew happiness and wanted it back.
Tuning back into the soft tenor describing all the different avenues they could take, Tsunade cleared her throat, breaking up the one-sided conversation.
"There will be no association from my band. Any comments or invites will go through our lawyer from now on. And Orochimaru…"
In his office, the city lights reflected on the walls from a poorly lit lantern. A pronounced scowl revealed itself from the shadows. His raven hair fell across broad shoulders, losing its standard tied back look. Tugging the strands in frustration throughout the day made much of his staff weary. His hand clenched a pen losing the small hope bubbling in his gut.
"Do not call me again."
He heard the dial tone mechanically putting the phone down. A hand swiped the rest of the paperwork from its pile into a heap on the floor. Those same fingers brushed through dry hair, lacking its usual shine. His yellow eyes scanned the desk as if it had an answer to his problem. Without wanting to admit defeat, call Tsunade back and renegotiate the terms of a previous relationship Orochimaru instead leaned back in his seat. Gaze looking upwards at a popcorn ceiling did nothing to quell the ache he wished didn't exist.
Sasuke stood by the window, watching each interaction. He understood the deal was not happening. Grabbing the keys in his pocket, he didn't wait for his manager to pull himself back together. If the deal fell through, Sasuke would find a way to put it back together. He needed to find a way to get to Sakura.
Unconcerned with the lead singer's exit from his office, Orochimaru silently mourned.