Chp 5 Concert Time!

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Welcome, faithful fans! Now, I'm kind of in a state of depression. You see, We had the first dance of the year yesterday. No big deal, but still there is this one hot girl (Haley) who, for all this socially rejected writer knows, was flirting with me for the past 2 weeks!

I also have a huge crush on her. Now, she was being way too kind to me, or am I just used to people being mean to me? Anyway, my goal for the dance was to dance with her and I know that these dances don't really mean anything. So the dance starts and the first snowball dance starts. I work up some courage, but to know avail. Other guys are swarming her. Such is the case with the next 2. So finally on the last one I go up to her, but am asked to dance with one Elizabeth Y. Good looking,, but I need to get to Haley. Anyway, I get to her about to ask, when she darts toward a guy. He's taken. Another, also taken. After 2 more times, she walked right past me each time, I finally ask her. She says sure. But while we are dancing, she barely looks at ME. Now, she dances with my friend Jeff who looks like a warthog and lays her head on his shoulder. But me, oh no. Anyway, the dance is over and I'm depressed. I could use some sympathy. So review and say nice things to re-inflate my minute ego. PLEASE! Also, this chapter will determine the rest of the story line. You will find out who the bitch was. And I will act as though I don't have a mental cruise missile up my ass.

Seifer: You loser! You are pathetic! And ask for the sympathy in the form of lemons and yuri. LOSER!

Me: Well what would you do Oh, great one?

Seifer: Blow the other guys away with my superb skills.

Me: I should try that, huh.

Seifer: You don't have skills, though.

Me: Piss off.

Anyway, Let the Chapter begin!

Chapter 5 The Concert

The guys' hotel 11a.m.

Squall's POV

I woke up at about 11, but I didn't really wake up per se. More like, I got out of bed at 11. I was kept up by, uh, noises from Irvine's room. Oh, and can anybody tell me how I got back here? All I remember is passing out, and a guy calling me a loser. Oh well at least I know that Selphie and Irvine didn't get any sleep, either. Anyway, I'm not a mourning person, and I have a hangover and I'm tired! You figure out my mood.

"Shit." I say, as crawl out of bed. Crap. I have about 1 hour to shower, eat, and get things ready for today's concert! NOT GOOD!!

"Shit." I say again. I got dressed in my black leather pants, boots, tank top, and black leather jacket. I ran down over to the elevator, and hit lobby. They are supposed to have breakfast ready for you, and it better be good.

I got down there, and my friends were already attacking the veritable buffet. The place was huge, with red carpeting, and a huge chandelier. I silently got a plate and piled on some food. Zell was the first to notice me.

"Hey," he said. "How did you sleep?"

"I didn't, Irvine and Selphie's room was right next to mine." Which pretty much explained everything.

"Oh. They should make butt screwing illegal." He said with a smile. The thing about Zell is, he almost never gets a hangover. And that annoys me.

"Oh well."

"Don't worry. Irvine Kinneas will soon be Irvine Skinnyass. Seifer is on the right of their room. He doesn't seem happy."

"Hn"

I started to chow down on some bacon. Bacon, the true love of my life. I looked at the nearest clock. Damn. I walked over to Seifer and Selphie, who looked like they had just gone through hell and back. My guess is he'd given her 'the talk'.

"Uh, guys we need to get to the arena where we're gonna sing if you want the concert to be today. "I said to Selphie, mainly.

"Hm, oh yeah. The guy who brought you guys back said he and his band would take care of everything."

"WHAT! How do you know he'll do it! What was his name! Ow!" I clutched my head. My hangover was kicking in.

"He said his name was 'the tiger'. I thought he was flirting. And if you're that worried, I'll have Zell check things out." She pouted.

"Fine. I'm gonna sleep." I said, and trundled off.

"And I'm gonna have another talk with. Irvine." Seifer muttered.

I got on the elevator and flopped into my bed almost instantly after entering my room. Ssssssssnore.

4 hours later.

"Squall, Squall wake up man!"

"Wha?" I said groggily.

"Dude, we gotta go to the arena and set up!"

Now I'm awake. "I thought Selphie told us that one guy would set up!"

"Oh, he did, but we still have to make sure everything's fine."

"Fine. Let me get cleaned up. You find the other two losers."

"Hey! I'm not a loser."

I looked at him, remembered his social history, and the analysis is… "yes, yes you are."

"Fine, I'll get the guys."

I shaved, combed my hair, took a piss, and went downstairs, where I was pushed into the tour bus by Seifer and Selphie. Irvine was in the back talking to Zell and looking like he was being hunted down by the great white hunter. Or Seifer. I flopped down on a seat and tried to sleep until we got their.

20 minutes later

(In case you haven't noticed, I'm rushing)

"Squallie, wake uuuupppp." Selphie face greeted me as I awoke.

"We here"

"Yeppers!" Yeppers? What is she, seven.

"Fine. Let's rock guys." I said to the guys.

We got out and checked on the instruments, speakers, etc. It seemed good. Whoever had done it had done it well.

"Okay guys, lets get you into make-up!" Selphie grinned.

Damn.

We got their, and to my worst fear, the artists are all guys. Which means they are gay. Screw. Oh, well. Lets get it over with.

3hours later

(Yes, makeup does take that long.)

We are behind the stage. The crowd is about 1000 people strong, and they are all screaming for us. She is out there. I know it. Anyway, I have to forget about her. Aww crap. She's behind the stage, with us. DAMN! There she is. Please don't notice me.

"Hi Squall, how are ya." She purred seductively.

"Hello." I said stiffly.

"Aw, what's the matter, you don't seem happy to see me." she frowned.

Now, honestly, what is going on?

" Maybe because you screwed my best friend, roasted my band, and now want to screw me?" I said as I walked off, ending the conversation.

"Seifer, cue the music. We are going on now.

"Okay dude. Guys, hit it!"

The melody of our song, The Anthem, started and we ran out. I slapped the hands of the fans close to the stage.

"HELLO GALBADIA!! WELCOME TO THE CONCERT!!" Seifer yelled. "WE'RE GONNA KICK IT OFF WITH A SONG BASED ON A TRUE STORY. IT'S SQUALL'S AND MINE. HERE IT IS. ONE MORE SAD SONG!"

The music started and Squall started the first verse with Seifer on the second.

"One boy, one girl, two hearts, their world. Time goes by, secrets rise. One more sad song, tears shed, she's gone. She'd take it back, if she only could. All the perfect words, they seem so wrong, she's gone. You wish that you could learn to see. The door is closed and you wish you could be. Alone with you, alone with me. What can I do, I cannot breathe. Alone with you, alone with me. Best friend, worst thing, she's been cheating.

Friend deceives, she leaves. Last date, he cries, whispers, good-bye. She walks once more, out that door. Please stay, don't go away! The hardest thing is letting go of you. Stay, don't go away. The hardest thing is letting go of you. What can I do? Alone with you, alone with me. What can I do? I cannot see, alone with you, alone with…"

The song ended and the crowd cheered.
"THANK YOU! THAT WENT OUT TO THE BIG BITCH HERSELF, RINOA HEARTILY!"

I lost my self in the music, and after that all I heard was Selphie saying something about Quistis Trepe being a winner.

END! Thank god that is over!

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Carpe Diem,

Seifer's Incarnate!