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As for the continuity and littler, finer details with the music and coffee aspect of this story, I do my best to sprinkle in my own knowledge there because I AM a musician, and I'm also a barista LOL. So, I do my best to make it all as realistic as possible, but for things I don't know, I do a great amount of research before I write for it. Like in Defying Code, when Zed was teaching Tessa how to waltz, I did research on waltzing cause I know nothing about dancing. Same for whenever anyone talks about cars and engines, or when they discuss how concerts and security operates and xyz, I do what I can to take time out and research my topic before I begin blindly writing about it. I'm sure I've fumbled, but I do whatever I can to make this story not only believable, but accurate. So I really appreciate when you guys notice those finer details. I put an asinine amount of care into this story. I don't just type away and hope for the best. I do an exuberant amount of research where it's needed, and it makes my heart soar when it's noticed. So thank you! That REALLY means a lot, seriously.
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Song Listened To :
Found Your Love by Oliver Nelson ft. Heir (Plastic Plates Remix)
*Chapter 186*
"Let's see, I got... Forty two hugs," Wren counted on all his fingers dramatically, him and Theo stood close to one another in one of the empty concession areas, inside Midnight Moon Theatre. Although they hovered near the big, broad entrance and exit, and were about to walk through a whole entire swathe of press, media and fans, tidily roped off and secured, Wren, Theo, Berri, Turbo and Bedgy politely awaited for the crowd to be wrangled as such. Although Wren directly spoke to Theo, he made sure his voice was loud enough to hear, "How many hugs did YOU get?"
"Like.. Same amount? I don't know, I don't count hugs, you freak," Theo muttered with a cute, toothy smile, "I count how many times someone wants my autograph. THAT'S a cool feeling."
"How many hugs did Turbo get? Oh wait, I don't know... I LOST TRACK," Wren spout, though Turbo slowly cocked an eyebrow and grimly side-eyed Wren from the position he was facing, which was mostly away from Wren and directed to Berri. Berri covered her mouth, blurt a hard laugh and watched as Turbo's mean grimace finally sloped to the true nature of his playful self, Wren guffawed and gestured his hands to Turbo in rising irritation, "Gunner bails, leaves us OTHER guys to have some love, and then... YOU come swooping in, all tall, dark and handsome."
"I think he needs a hug, Bo," Theo muttered as he cleared his throat and tidied his hair; the crowd outside went crazy and anxiously awaited the band's walk down the stadium's gorgeous breezeway, which ultimately lead to the whole of Arcadia's station.
"I don't need a hug," Wren staggered, though Turbo sloped his annoyed face to that of gooey, teasing love.
"Poor little Wren," Turbo's deep voice cooed as he gently draped his arm about Wren's shoulder, and although he surely assumed Wren would put up a fight, Turbo was successful in tugging Wren into a snuggly side-hug, "There, there."
"I hate all of you," Wren grunted as Turbo gently jostled him into the side of his chest and curiously peered down to him through happy, golden glowing eyes.
"You did REALLY well, in there, Bo," Berri encouraged as Wren finally caved, eased a sneaky, humbled smile and wrapped his left arm about Turbo's upper back, they remained sagged into a brotherly, lounging side-hug, "Though I was sure SOMEONE was going to ask if you were due to deleting them."
"Yeah, I'm surprised no nonsense about you previously being an asshole came up," Wren muttered, still outwardly annoyed at Turbo, though Turbo didn't flinch.
"I guess that's what I was most worried about, too," Turbo agreed nervously, though he cocked an eyebrow and lofted his now becoming apprehensive gaze out the big, glass doors and windows that concealed the huge crowd of fans, alongside the press with huge cameras. Turbo swallowed hard and felt the words softly leave his mouth, as if regretting putting said notion out into the universe, "Though, something tells me it's not our die-hard fans I now have to worry about..."
"Eh, don't worry, Bedgy will curb any stupid questions lofted your way, she's good about that," Theo mumbled, and though Bedgy was hovering near said doors and awaiting the go-ahead, she cutely smiled back to Theo in soft insinuation that she could still hear their conversing.
"Let's maybe ask you ALL the stupid questions we can assume you'll be asked," Wren pressed his free hand to his chest and gave Turbo a sassy side-eye, as much as he could in their tight proximity, "After all, we HAVE been doing this for a hot minute."
"Lay 'em on me," Turbo muttered, though Berri grit her teeth as Wren inhaled a sharp, quick breath.
"Turbo Black! Are you only in this so Sugar Rush will eventually get unplugged?" Wren gasped in a dramatic fashion as he flagged his hand, Turbo furrowed his brows and stayed silent for Wren to sharply continue on, "Turbo, Turbo! Are you ultimately the one who kicked Gunner out? Mr. Black! Are you and Berri having a secret love affair?"
"Turbo! What game will you head to NOW?" Theo barked, Turbo flinched in a rile of surprise as Berri covered her face in exhaustion.
"Hey, Turbo, over here! Tell us how Berri is in the sack!" Wren urged, though Berri inhaled a deep breath, to try to revive her sanity, and crossed her arms.
"Wren, paparazzi asks those invasive questions, not the press!" Berri staggered through a nervous giggle, though her face turned beet red at Wren's silly questions; Turbo huffed a shaky breath and, although he nervously drowned in Wren's and Theo's antics, his eyes began to glow a kiss of a peachy blush as him and Berri did everything they could to not hold eye contact for too long.
"Turbo, are you signing on to Archived Chaos with Gunner at the helm?" Theo mocked as he jostled his head, "Or are you planning on killing HIM TOO?"
"Turbo, tell us where Roadblasters went!" Theo cupped his hands over his mouth in a holler, though just as Berri threw up her hand to shut everyone up, Wren loudly continued through a hard laugh.
"Is Wren REALLY as sexy as you claim?!" Wren's voice echoed.
"Berri, give us a smile!" Theo dorkily called.
"You GUYS!" Berri shouted, and though Wren and Theo were lost in laughter, Turbo aimlessly looked off in shellshocked, smiling irritation, "Guys, for User's sake... Press has never been THAT hard on us."
"I see paparazzi, out there," Theo claimed in chuckling urgency, he narrowed his gaze and pointed out the tinted windows, to the crowd.
"Am I to answer any of these questions?" Turbo wondered gently, a serious air so tenderly coat the group, something Berri was thrilled that Wren and Theo caught on to. Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and eased his masculine arm a bit tighter about Wren's neck and shoulder, "I-I mean... I'm really NOT a part of Archived Chaos."
"... You were today," Theo shrugged, he eyed Turbo with sweet seriousness, "Today was our hugest, craziest show and you... YOU, of all people, showed up and showed out. I mean..."
"Safe to say, you're plugged in, dude," Wren cutely mumbled as Berri put her hands on her hips.
"Gunner abandoned his last show," Berri urged in irritation, "Even if he WANTED to come back, I might have to draw the line. Our contract ended with him, it's time to move on and create something greater. Only now, it doesn't just include Theo, Wren and I, any longer. And... I guess this is a deeper conversation for later, but, Bo... If you want in, and if you want to continue doing THIS with us..."
"Which, you are kickass at, by the way," Wren muttered, as if delivering the compliment was hard, though both boys smiled in teasing love.
"You get to choose. Whatever those reporters ask you, you just... Answer with your truth," Berri shrugged, "If that means joining us for future endeavors, then make that clear. I speak for everyone when I say, we'd be stupid not to include you."
"You completed the group, dude," Wren nodded, Theo bugged his eyes.
"And THEN some, we've been saying for WEEKS now that there needs to be a MAIN singer, and a back up singer," Theo gestured his hands, to which Berri lovingly smiled into his eyes, "You two compliment each other well. It was obvious from that one night we jammed in Turbo's code room, remember?"
"Boy, do I," Turbo sighed, he rubbed his forehead in soft agitation and shook his head, "I just... As much as I detest the guy, I DID cause all of this. I caused him to run out and bail. I didn't... Mean to-"
"Bo, sure, you got up in his face, but," Berri shrugged and looked down, the quiet, glossy lobby they hung in twinkled with California's warm, afternoon sunshine, something that eagerly glinted into the glass-domed station's ceiling. Berri lulled her eyes closed in pondering and finally peered up into Turbo's eyes, "Ultimately, it was Gunner's decision to bail out. I... I tried to talk him in to coming back to the stage, however hard that'd be, and he told me to do the show without him and that I was a selfish bitch."
"... He WHAT?" Turbo staggered darkly as Theo and Wren largely flinched, though everyone jolted their attention to Bedgy as she gently flagged her grey wing.
"C'mon, crew, keep your wits 'bout yah," Bedgy chimed cutely as everyone grunted and moved from their standing and leaning positions, though Berri gave Turbo a sheepish smile as everyone began to walk towards the glowing, glass doors and windows.
"Sorry, please don't get mad," Berri huffed with a nervous giggle as Turbo shot her a look as if to assure her he wasn't making any promises.
"I'm feeling a LOT, right now," Turbo muttered in rising nervousness as Theo lead the charge, though Turbo and Berri lingered back as Berri could sense his rising apprehension.
"C'mon, the performing part of this night is almost at a close, tonight will be much better," Berri soothed innocently, though Wren raised his hand.
"She guarantees it," Wren snapped with a cute chuckle, to which Berri furrowed her brow in sharp embarrassment and felt that sticky, inevitable super glue want to bind her and Turbo together.
"I meant tonight inside Mario Kart!" Berri urged nervously, and as the doors opened, Wren got another jab in.
"Damn, you work quick, girl," Wren muttered, though Berri huffed an annoyed sigh and now couldn't properly retort.
In the splay of blinding camera flashes and the rapid-fire clack of lens shutters, the large crowd hovering tight outside the arena, eagerly began to go entirely nuts. Turbo felt his airways tighten, the idea of being right in front of a crowd was not a sense he could easily dull and get used to in one simple show, and though it seemed to become something he could overcome with a bit more ease with each introduction, he still felt his spine stiffen. As the band, including Bedgy at the helm, slowly pressed down the glorious stoop that lead out of the stadium's breeze way and out into the station, the handfuls of reporters and news cameras, allowed inside the roped off areas, began to eagerly swarm the five, something that security guards mitigated and calmed with their open arms of a barrier and firm, strong demeanors. Although outside of himself and certain that the spots in his eyes would take days to erase from his retinas, Turbo still did everything he could to politely keep Berri at the forefront of his actions, wherever her direction lead, he guided and followed. As the group slowly pressed down the middle of the roped off area, with adoring fans and grabby, reaching hands on either sides, reporters eagerly filed with their huge cameras, microphones and urgent calls of all four band member's names.
"BERRI, Berri, over here," One woman urged as she successfully wormed her way closest to Berri; as politely as she could, she was thrilled to have Berri's twinkling, blue-eyed attention, and in the now crowd of at least seven microphones hovered a three foot radius from Berri's head, the woman rushed to carry on, "Arcade remembers the mic malfunction that happened alongside your Dig Dug tour. Was that a pre-meditated stunt to kick Gunner out of the band?"
"No, that was entirely an accident and I just so happened to grab the nearest mic, in Dig Dug," Berri corrected, though Turbo raised his eyebrows in soft, delighted surprise as he carefully watched Berri, full interview mode, a careful loft to cutely protect Throttle's name, Throttle's poor mistake. Always one to carry herself with poise and grace, this all came about tenfold, Turbo long-blinked in sweet, delirious surprise at the sheer way she held her head high in such grace and elegance, a smiling, humble kiss of cuteness, immediately reminding Turbo that all the shows he missed, he most certainly missed Berri blossoming into this role. Now well-seasoned, he knew he could feel sore about it, though now that he was next to her, here and now, he easily soaked in every single word she confidently splayed into the microphones all around her, "Gunner's mic malfunctioned, then. Stepping in wasn't a stunt."
"Where is Gunner now?" Another man gently asked as everyone did everything they could to hold their own mics and recorders as close to the four that stood swathed in the middle of a trillion flashing camera lights, news crew lenses and screaming fans from about them.
"We're not sure, something came up and he was not fit to perform," Berri assured gently, though all the reporters raised their voices and tried to get their urgent questions.
"Turbo, what made you want to come out of hiding inside Sugar Rush, for all these years? Why now?" Someone nearby diligently asked, though Turbo felt his stomach clench with the draw of mics and cameras that eagle-eyed to his position next to Berri's side.
"I-I... I guess I've paid my dues, as Sugar Rush's King's advisor," Turbo skillfully volleyed, and though he seemed cool and collected, Berri gingerly held her hand to Turbo's back in a silent show of support as she could clearly see him falter within himself in well-concealed terror, "Berri and I are close, as well as Theo, Wren and I."
"Is this true?" The same reporter jolted to ask Wren and Theo, to which they perked up and beamed wider smiles.
"Oh, yeah, we've been best friends with Turbo since before we even joined Gunner with Archived Chaos," Theo urged cutely as Turbo lofted them a small, grateful smile, "He's a great guy. He REALLY saved our butts, today. Berri would've carried us, but it really helped that Turbo also stepped in."
"Turbo, were you planning on performing tonight?" Another woman hurried to get in, she urgently carried on, "Surely, with Gunner's and Berri's halted relationship, having you on board, as a new love interest, wouldn't be something Gunner would approve."
"No, he probably wouldn't," Turbo's deep voice confidently and cheekily mumbled into the mic, though he cocked an eyebrow, "The lady made her choice, I think that's pretty clear."
"Moving forward, are you guys going to include Gunner?" A man closer to Wren asked, to which Wren cocked an eyebrow and glossed his mildly unsure gaze in Berri's direction.
"We, as a core, haven't discussed it in full, yet, but I am confident that we're not going to be including Gunner in any future projects," Wren stated seriously, though his tone lead to suggest there could be some drama, something the reporters eagerly ate up.
"What kinds of falling-outs did you guys have with Gunner?" Another woman hurried to ask, a jolt of microphones every single reporter was desperate for said answer, though Turbo leaned in and gave the crowd a glossed look of authority.
"No comment," Turbo pressed deeply, though Bedgy gently halted her positioning and peered up to Turbo in a stab of cute, cheeky surprise, the raw fact that she was just about to field that question and assure the group of reporters that said question would go unanswered; she smugly tucked her wings back to her body and was thrilled Turbo did the work for her.
"Berri what kind of precautions, moving forward, are you going to take towards Tron and the mass amount of deleters coming into Litwak's Arcade?" Someone firmly asked, though Berri furrowed her eyebrows in a soft spike of surprise and felt her stomach drop; she could see Turbo's sharp, golden gaze peer to her in a swathe of cold uncertainty as Berri huffed a shaky answer, desperate to remain confident.
"The safety of our fans, at our shows, is our top concern. My father, as well as Turbo, have diligently come up with the tech to field any deleter attacks, and have been successful thus far," Berri carried with soft confidence, in which Turbo bobbed the group a nod of agreeing, "For any future shows our new band, here, sets up, safety for everyone is at the very top of our list of concerns, and will always remain that way."
"Theo, we saw Sama sneak her way into security during the show, and later hover nearby for the band's VIP greeting," Someone else pressed, to which Theo raised his eyebrows, held his breath and felt his moment truly come; the man eagerly pressed on with a suspicious look of uncertainty, "With her's and Gunner's previous scandal, how can you know she is to be trusted around the band?"
"I'll set the record straight, her real name is Tatum and does not go by Sama anymore," Theo urged, to which Wren, Berri and Turbo easily grinned frozen, eager smiles for the now swathe of loving protection Theo was due to splaying all over the media, a justification for Tatum's innocent character, "She never cheated on Gunner, that was a nasty rumor that Gunner, himself, spread. She's a lovely, beautiful individual and I'm honored to call her my friend."
"You're saying Gunner wasn't truthful with the events that took place, between him and, erm, Tatum, last year?" The man asked in incredulous disbelief, the camera shutters began to click just a little faster as everyone honed in on Theo with riled shock.
"None of it is true, Tatum is innocent. She didn't cheat on Gunner with Rye, Archived Chaos' previous drummer. Tatum and Rye are cousins and they previously lived together," Theo concisely urged as he shook his head and inhaled a deep, confident breath, "I want her name cleared. She's innocent."
"Theo, Theo! Are you two involved?" Someone urged, though Bedgy flagged her wing.
"Next question," She urged, saving Theo from potential word-vomit.
"Berri, how about you and Turbo, you guys are involved, now? Did Gunner know about this?" The same woman desperately pressed her prodding question, and though Berri could see Bedgy tense and hover, as if to wonder if Berri would answer the question or field it, Berri inhaled a deep breath and bobbed a smiling nod.
"Yes, Turbo and I are involved, we've been dating for the past month now," Berri eased lovingly, to which Turbo crowned a bashful smile and accepted Berri's little side hug into his figure, "Gunner had full knowledge of this, but since Turbo was never seen outside of Sugar Rush, I don't think he believed me."
"He'll believe you, now," The woman giggled with a smile as the camera shutters continued to click into an oblivion splays of camera flashes easily dot every half second with a pop of light.
"Alright, that's all the questions for now," Bedgy ruled as she flagged her wing, and with such, the reporters nervously began to go nuts as the four peeled away, as if somehow hopeful either one of the four would answer just one more question willingly.
"Holy shit, that was stressful," Turbo muttered down into the top of Berri's head as the two slowly began to skulk away together, though Berri pat the broad of Turbo's chest and bobbed a nod.
"Welcome aboard, good sir," Berri volleyed through the grit of her teeth as she finally beamed a wide, elated smile and began to step over to one side of the roped off area to love on her fans; they easily screamed and cooed Berri over with posters and memorabilia to hopefully get signed.
"Berri, I can't believe you're dating THE Turbo!" One fan chimed as Berri grinned and approached a big group of excited, squealing girls.
"I sometimes can't really believe it, either," Berri gently giggled as she held her hand out and loved on said group of girls as they eagerly held out items to be signed.
The one girl Berri was most directly in front of hooked her eyes tight into Berri's and smiled in star-struck, trembling glee, "C-Can you sign my Academy notebook?"
"Sure! What Academy do you go to?" Berri wondered cutely as she easily took the spiral notebook, swathed her large, healthy, well-revised signature across the top and handed it back with curious eyes.
"End of Line," The fan staggered in shaky adoration, to which Berri pointed and turned around, to call to Turbo, who was easily hovering with Wren and Theo.
"Turbo," Berri called, to which he perked up, watched as Berri gently waved him over, and quickly began to saunter over to where Berri was. Upon said quick saunter over, Berri could feel the group of girls, before her, begin to shakily whisper and mutter loud notions of delighted terror that Turbo, of all people, was approaching. Berri eased a giggle and gestured to the girl she stood before, "These girls go to End of Line Academy."
"Oh, my older brother was a professor there," Turbo pressed cutely with a shrug of his masculine shoulders, he comfortably sagged his hands into his pockets and very quickly realized something; said girls began to giggle and swoon and fan themselves, he raised his eyebrows in poised surprise and now grew entirely shy, "H-He, uh... His name is Throttle, though everyone called him Tee. I don't know if anyone would remember-"
"My oldest sister was in Professor Tee's class," Another girl clumsily chimed, though the same girl that got Berri to sign her notebook, shakily began to hand it to Turbo as Berri cutely began to step away and love on more fans down the line.
"C-Can you sign my notebook under Berri's signature?" She warily pressed, every single girl before him was a giggling, shaking, stammering mess of entire shock and swooning delight, and with such, Turbo eased the widest, most nervous smile and tenderly took the notebook from said individual.
"Sure, I-I'd love that," Turbo's voice pressed in airy, sweet, renewed delight.
With the gentle grip of this girl's worn, very loved bright blue spiral notebook that glistened in the afternoon sun, Turbo allowed his world to quiet for a moment. As he gently took the marker from said individual, he hovered for a second and assessed Berri's beautiful swirl of a signature. He long-blinked a captured memory of this raw moment, how surreal it was to actually be signing his very first autograph, and directly underneath Berri's like such, he held his breath and wondered if this was all real. This Academy girl would take her notebook home and likely never let it leave her house, because of now how special it was, the raw fact that it had his autograph easily slapped on it, next to Berri, a full-fledged celebrity, Turbo drowned in quiet thought. As he warily signed and handed it back over, all the girls loudly giggled in cute, adoring fervor as Turbo rubbed the back of his head and gave said girls a sheepish, wide grin.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm no good at this," Turbo mumbled cutely, he was floored at just how easily they fawned over him, he now realized just how quick this lifestyle could go right to one's head.
"C'mon, babe," Berri chimed as she gently hooked Turbo's lower left arm and began to pull him away, she kindly waved to the few girls Turbo was hovered near and grinned a loving smile of gratitude, "Thanks, guys!"
"Sorry, I... Wow," Turbo huffed quietly to her as Berri hooked arms with Turbo and began pressing towards the area where a much bigger group of guards awaited their arrival, outside of the roped off area, an escort waiting to take them into Mario Kart, the outlet just off to the side of Midnight Moon Theatre, like Zed stated. Berri eyed him in cute, annoyed tease as he rubbed the back of his neck and lofted his gaze to Wren and Theo, who easily joined them, once more, "The weirdest thing is being asked for an autograph and not receiving death threats at the end of it all."
"Let me get your signature!" Wren chimed cutely before he glowered up to Turbo in playful taunt, "I'll KILL you."
"Exactly," Turbo choked a laugh, and as they waved goodbye to the fans and press that hovered, they finally began to saunter over to Mario Kart, and although they had a very heavy escort of body guards, fans and the like still lingered and followed with adoring glee.
As the four began to pave the way to Mario Kart's outlet, being heavily escorted, Theo and Wren kept a few paces ahead of Turbo and Berri, and although the crowd following them was excitable and loud, the four kept to mumbling, gentle conversations within themselves. As Turbo's eyes scanned Arcadia's gorgeous station, he took note that the majority of the outlets, here, were much larger and more heavy duty. Although straggled at the first, gaping entrance of Arcadia was an even line of normal outlets, for older games, Turbo took note that the closer the outlets got to Midnight Moon Theatre, the bigger and heftier. Such as Mario Kart's rather intimidating, towering entrance of an outlet, Turbo eyed the size of everything and swallowed hard. Sensing Turbo's now drowning overwhelm, Berri eased a gentle giggle, wrapped her arm about Turbo's lower back and wormed her way into his side; he flinched, peered down to her and eased an apologetic smile.
"Sorry," Turbo mumbled cutely, to which Berri shook her head and long-blinked in soft, allured knowing.
"You doing okay?" Berri wondered gently, she peered up to Turbo and knew, full well, they both had a very massive, collective, private conversation awaiting the both of them before any form of normalcy could carry on, a rather massive elephant in the room that neither were entirely ready to tackle, just yet.
"Yeah, I'm... Starving," Turbo eased with a small chuckle, "I'm... Really glad I came out here, and this was all entirely worth it, but if I'm being honest, I'm VERY excited to go back to Sugar Rush and go straight to bed."
"I'm right behind yah," Berri staggered in gentle exhaustion, and though Turbo eyed her in soft curiosity, Berri blushed, looked off and finally gripped her eyes to Turbo's in gentle secrecy, "But... I'm wondering if there will be any instance, tonight, where we can possibly be alone? I really need to talk to you."
"I need to talk to you, too," Turbo mumbled, knowing full well this conversation wouldn't be easy or lovey-dovey, like the majority of this day has been. He heaved a deep sigh and, although they were now in the shadows of Mario Kart's outlet and his eyes began to glow a bit more prominently, they, shortly thereafter, began to mute into grey nervousness, "I just... Want us to see eye to eye."
"Well, we can relax, from here on out," Berri sighed with a grateful smile, and though Turbo's arm was lofted about her small shoulders in lazy, sauntering love as their group carried on, she bit her lip a little and began to grow nervous for said impending, heavy conversation due to happen at any spontaneous moment of solitude they could afford themselves, "Let's just put it on pause, for now. Maybe we can talk about it once we get back home."
"Yes, ma'am," Turbo bobbed a nod, and though he wanted to halt and reverse everything he just agreed to, he knew he couldn't blow his cover, here; the ring, in his pocket, very easily began to burn a hole in his pants, and though Berri was now set on just discussing and ironing out their differences once back in Sugar Rush, he wondered if he could get away with straightening it all out here, in Arcadia, by some miracle of User. Set to propose outside of Sugar Rush's outlet, he bit his lip and knew he had to come up with a fool-proof plan before the night was over.
