Tasting the Spotlight Chapter 2, a final fantasy x fanfic

Back again. Please review. The people in the story will be slightly OOC. Kk? Oh, and, the song he's singing is To Be Loved by Papa Roach. I don't own it, by the way.

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Tidus stood backstage as people made him up. He hated to be made up. All he wanted was fucking clothes, but makeup and hair gel is packed on his face.

His eyes were lined in heavy black, and his hair was gelled so it'd stick up in places. His attire was of a black shirt and ripped jeans, and black sneakers. When the girls grabbed a razor began to lather his face, he jumped up from his chair. He hated to be shaved. It made him itchy.

He looked across to Gippal and Wakka, grinning as a girl tried to hassle with Wakka's red hair. Nothing made that fucked up hair go down, nothing. So they just made him wear a hat over it, the name of their band written across it in red letters. His eyes were outlined in red, though, and the side of his mouth was black that ran down his chin, making him look very similar to a puppet.

Gippal's eyes were outlined in blue, and his hair was being sprayed down so that red streaks crossed through it. He looked like the lady-killer he was, as always.

Though Tidus was as good looking as them, he never really got into women that much. Not..since his last. Since then he had just kept to himself, drinking and smoking his days away. Come to think of it..he couldn't remember the last time he ate.

His fuel was nicotine and alchohol. Same as the rest of the band, pretty much.

Except for Gippal. His fuel was nictoine, alchohol, and women. Tons and tons of women.

They asked Tidus if he was gay once, because he had declined a sexy blonde who had somehow ended up on the tour bus. Their answer was two bloody noses and off to the bedroom he went with the beauty. They never asked again, needless to say.

Tidus lit a cigarette and sighed at his reflection in the mirror, wanting desperetly to wipe the war paint away from his eyes. But as he went to do so, he was popped on the hand by the makeup artist, a scowl on her face. Sighing, he put on his fingerless gloves and stood up from the chair and went to the curtains, peeking outside the side of them discreetly.

His mouth fell open in awe.

Thousands and thousands, thrice as much as last time he played there, filled the Centre, all of them stomping and yelling, screaming for the band to bust out of the curtains and work the fuck out of their magic. He smirked and took a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out on his palm, walking backstage to kick the back of Wakka's chair, sending him spinning around. The makeup artist snorted in annoyence before walking off, hands on her hips.

"Man, they make us up like goddamn dolls, ya?" Wakka looked at his puppet-like makeup in the mirror and moved around his jaw, reaching for one of his cigarettes as well.

"I like it, makes me look dead." Gippal ran a hand through his red streaked hair and reached over to give Tidus a brotherly slap to the cheek, leaning back against the counter. Tidus grinned and rolled his shoulders, closing his eyes to listen to the crowd that waited for them to emerge. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, drumming his fingers on the counter.

He looked up and to the clock slowly, his heart skipping a beat at the time.

7:46.

"Almost, ya? You nervous?" Wakka punched the side of Tidus's arm before picking up his drum sticks, twirling them around his fingers quickly. Tidus shrugged and picked at the corner of one of his nails, his fingers calloused from playing guitar for so many years.

He was 24, and had been playing since he was 16. He had mastered it completely.
And was damn proud of it.

He had taught himself and slowly progressed, sometimes throwing his ballcap out in the street for cash. He always ended up with about $90 after he was finished. Not too shabby for someone who spent all their mulah on cigarettes and beer.

Tidus rubbed his hands together and looked over the curtains and then back to his band mates, clicking his tongue in nervousness.

"Okay...I am fucking nervous." Tidus looked up at his friends, his eyes being covered by the golden strands, smiling from the corner of his mouth.

Gippal spun around in his chair with his head laid back, kicking Wakka's leg everytime he completed a total 180 degree turn.

"I'm nervous, too. We'd be crazy if we weren't.." Gippal noted, jumping up some as Wakka kicked him the next time he spun around.

"I heard that the Bevelle news shit was going to be here...pretty big stuff. Let's make this one our best." Wakka nodded before standing up and nodding backwards to the curtain, cracking his fingers.

"Time."

-Her.-

I stood in the crowd, squished between two men who happened to be smoking marijuana, and I was getting quite light headed. My cousins should of been here already..but I doubt they'd be able to find me if they did. I needed to make it back to the entrance to wait for them, but I was afraid I would get lost. Sighing, I turned around hesitantly, my nose colliding against someone's chest as I did so. I shoved past the figure and slowly progressed to the entrance, receiving a few slaps to the ass and hands on my chest as I did so.

"Fucking A..." I mumbled, clawing at the eyes of a stranger who tried to slide his hand down my pants. I ducked past a few men before I could finally, but barely, see the light of the entrance. I moved faster, before someone grabbed my wrist.

I tugged, and then tugged harder from the grasp, then went to screaming and kicking. I didn't like this one bit. I hated this.

I hated this band, I hated the smell of this place, and I hated that I didn't have my cousins here.

I turned around to slap at the stranger's face before I heard a familar voice yell out, grabbing both of my hands now and bringing his face down close to my own.

My eyes snapped open and I was suddenly staring into familar blue hues.

"Seymour!" I let out a laugh as he picked me up over his shoulders and looked up at me from underneath his silky blue hair, which came to below his ears. He was handsome, of course. Tall and well toned, a chizzled jaw line and a soft chin, which had gotten a few whiskers in the past few days. But I liked it, I liked the way they scratched my cheeks when he kissed me, or nuzzled. I stared down at him for a bit, before jumping as he jabbed me in the thigh with one of his nails.

"Yuna? You hear me?" He yelled up at me loudly and I was slowly brought back into reality, and I shook my head, a faint blush spreading over my face.

"Take me to the entrance, baby! I need to wait for Lulu and Rikku!" He nodded, the back of his head moving against my stomach as he rested his hands on top of my knees, my own hands tangled through his hair as he walked toward the entrance.

I looked around at the tops of peoples heads and blinked in amazement. There were more people here than I thought..

Lu and Rikku loved this band, always telling me how hot they were. And how great they sounded.

And what about how fucking slow they were? I'd been waiting for the past 45 minutes for them just to pop out of the curtains, and I was getting quite impatient.
That's when all the lights dimmed, and the crowd went totally quiet. Smoke shot up from the tubes on the side of the stage, and all of the sudden sparks flashed out as well. Seymour turned around and I leaned down to watch better, actually being able to hear my breath.

-Him.-

I held my guitar, my eyes downcasted as I took a deep breath, hearing the crowd silence as the smoke covered the stage. Slowly, slowly, I looked up and watched the curtains slide slowly upwards, the spotlights blaring down on me now as my heartbeat quickened.

Grinning widely, I slammed my fingers down on the strings of my guitar, Wakka started up his drums, and Gippal echoed behind me on his guitar.

I shoved my face against the mic as my eyes searched aroudn the centre, slowly beginning.

"Listen up

Turn it up and rock it out

Party on, I wanna hear you scream and shout

This is real, as real as it gets

I came to town to get some fucking respect

You better be ready, put your pedel to the medal

Taking it back to a hardcore level

You better be ready

Put your pedal to the medal"

I said this loudly as Wakka and Gippal joined me, I grew louder and louder, and screamed out and thrashed up and down my strings, hearing Wakka slam his sticks against the hollow drums, Gippal jumped around energetically, as the crowd screamed and jumped right along with him. Throwing their hands up, they all screamed for us.

"Go!

Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved
Whoa I'll never give in
Whoa I'll never give up
Whoa I'll never give in
And I just wanna be, wanna be loved!"

I licked my lips and slammed my feet into the stage, my fingers screamed my magic, my head swung with the tune. My hair fell over my eyes, but it didn't matter. I knew this song by heart, and nothing was going to fuck up this damn concert. My heart flew with the notes, and sweat beads poured from my forehead and neck, hair sticking to my face. Smirking, I pushed my face back against the mic, starting up again.

"I want domination
I want your submission
I see you're not resisting
To this temptation
I've got one confession
A love deprivation
I've got a jet black heart
It's all fucked up and it's falling apart!

Wakka slammed his weapons against the drums.
'One, one, one, one.' His lips used to move with every slam of his stick, and I glanced back, but his mouth was twisted into a smile of excitement, red hair that sprouted from the bottom of his beanie sticking to his forehead, licking his lips. Gippal had his head hung low, his back twisting and bumping up in the beat, thrashing like I did.

"I've got another confession
I fell to temptation
And there is no question
There was some connection
I've got to follow my heart
No matter how far
I've gotta roll the dice
Never look back and never think twice!

The centre trembled in excitement, everyone screaming and jumping around as adrenaline filled my veins, sweat dripping off my nose as I fell to my knees, headbanging back and forth as my shoulders pumped to the music. Gippal, Wakka, and I all threw our faces against the microphone, our fingers and arms all moving to make our magic fill the stadium, my fingers eventually cracking and bleeding from slicing along the strings, the stinging driving me further to the middle of the centre, filling all of our ears with the sound of perfection.

"Take your past and burn it up and let it go
Carry on; I'm stronger than you'll ever know
That's the deal; you get no respect
You're gonna get yours
You better watch your fucking neck

We all threw our hands up as the crowd screamed as an answer, blood dripping down my my gloves as I panted heavily, my chest heaving. The last little echoes of our magic slowly dispersing. Gippal threw his guitar down, shattering it to peices as the last of the song dripped away, the crowd playing music of their own as they cheered. The energy of them filling the room, the sweet scent of sweat of all our fans. The abyss of the centre trembled in my chest as my hands swung down to a bow, a bead of sweat dripping off my nose as Wakka jumped over his drums and slide on his knees next to us all, throwing his hat down into the crowd, watching swarms of fans grab for it. I screamed into the crowd before turning to go back stage, feeling the centre shake and respond to our performance.

Who knew this hell could be so satisfying.

-Her.-

My eyes widened as I saw the lead singer of the famous band, the same man whom I had practically tackled to the ground earlier today. And I couldn't help but notice how... sexy he was.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw him perform, his hands moving around the guitar as if it were part of his own body. Blonde hair..tanned...toned.
He resembled perfection. His arms flexed their muscles as he worked that guitar to a pulp, and I jumped up and down along with the song, my head swinging and banging foward, a few times slamming against someone's back. I felt the centre let out a sigh, and then rumble underneath me, looking up at the rows and rows of people on the side of the building in their seats. It was a miracle that thing didn't crumble to rubble, but I didn't care. At the moment all I wanted to do was move, and dance and.. fuck.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, my throat itching for moisture but I ignored it, Seymour beside me yelling and stomping his feet in answer. Just then, I looked beside me to see Lulu and Rikku jumping around with us. The room looked blurry, as if I were drunk on the sound of the beautiful man who stood at the stage.

All of the sudden, the music stopped. My mind reeled foward and I felt dizzy as I slowed down jumping and headbanging, my eyes watering as tears dripped down my face from the loudness, the sweat, the smoke.

The music.

-Him.-

We rushed backstage, laughing and shoving eachother almost tiredly as the excitement rushed through our veins, the music still pumping in our body. The crowd still screaming for us, we rested our backs against the wall as we panted heavily, our eyes closed wearily. Blood pumped in my temples as they throbbed, but to me it was pleasure, that pain. I rubbed my fingers together and looked down at them, blood still seeping through the slits on the calouses on my fingertips.

"Oh man..." Gippal laughed out as his head rested back on the wall, his chest heaving slowly. He tiredly slapped the side of Wakka's head and looked sideways to him, and Wakka just sat still. His hair was all rumpled on top of his head, and sweat dripped from the ends of a few strands.

I took a cigarette out my pocket and lit it tiredly, wishing I had a beer for my dried throat.
"Girl's should be filing in soon." Pulling out a roll of cash, Gippal snickered and tapped lightly on the door next to the wall, hearing a bunch of girl's gasp in response.

Wakka laughed out and nudged my side,"Catch a chick tonight. You played the fuck outta that thing."

Shrugging, I stepped to the door and rested my hand on the knob of it, smirking as I turned it.
"We'll see." I slung the door open and tons of girls pushed inside of it, all of them dressed rather sluttish, but not that it mattered to Gippal and Wakka.
After all the girl's had reached them, I stepped outside and shut the door, heading downtown. Then, remembering, I reached up and smeared all of the paint off my face. Smirking to myself, I slid on my glasses.
I really missed this place.

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Next chappie soon!