"'Tears of Yue' Symphonic Metal - This story has definitely triggered my weird creativity and ambitions. Maybe I can fire out some more names, when this fic grows bigger, if you want to hear them :)" That's a good one. Feel free to drop more band names on me lol. In terms of symphonic metal one that I thought of was Spirit World Echos. I was also thinking of just 'Avatar' but that's copywritten. ;P
"They definitely have the kind of power and brutal force combined with the kind of lyrics, Azula would search for to kick a** on stage, in my opinion. I only have listened to a few songs of them, but I have seen the link for your story right from the start." They also have this don't give a fuck mentality. The 'I don't care who I offend' type vibe. My favorite song by them is Public Apology and is 110% the tone I'm trying to take with Fire Of Agni.
"She does no good to her voice." As someone who has tried screamo, it can do a number lol. "It's also an interesting one. Azula, who always wants to do things right and pushes the others to take things serious, doesn't take care of her own "instument", her voice." It's partially one of those things where she is so busy policing the others, in a sense, that she is neglecting herself. "Azula will have to learn some lessons on the hard way in this fic, I'm sure." In one way or another, yes. "So count on my support for it. I'm curious, what twists you'll have for them." Honestly even having one supporter is enough drive to continue lol. Plus you never know how many silent readers you have.
"And of cause the concerts. The last song, the last notes[...]You nailed the atmosphere, in my opinion." Thanks, I tried to emulate the energy in crowds I have been in and how the bands seemed to talk to them. "And both sides want to enjoy this moment just a bit longer." That feeling like you don't want it to end is fantastic. It's certainly how I felt with Within Temptation. "Kuriva has felt it and has managed to let this spark live on and has convinced the other members to go out again." Kuvira was always planning on doing an encore, but like she didn't realize that it was going to be so extended. "In the end it was a hard and exhausting night on stage, but a good one." Exactly but it was a fun kind of exhausting. "It seems, that all the trouble and worries about their band has made such moments rare for them." Yeah, the hustle and bustle of touring hasn't made personal time easy for them. "Being on tour and on stage is hard labor. You have to be in a top physical condition to manage a tour or even a single concert." This is something that Kuvira had learned over time. Something that Azula will need to learn. "Azula is putting much effort in, to create scandals, in order to get attention. Like I said, a dangerous path." This will be addressed in this new chapter a little bit. "In that case sooner or later the only way to maintain the attention is to come up with a new and even bigger scandal." This is one of the many dangers. But there are a few more that come with the kind of scandal I've give to them. "Bringing good quality of show and music on stage is definitely a promissing way to get WIM back to the top." They're giving it their best for sure. "Nice chapter, it definitely makes me think of going to a concert again." Hopefully you get to go to one soon!
Azula can't say how many times she brushed her teeth that night. The things she is doing to keep the public engaged. Zuko is laying face down on the soft, plastered out of his mind and tangled in blankets and intertwined with Mai. On a normal night she would tell them to take it to a separate room. That night they were sleeping on the tour bus which only had one bedroom for the four of them to stay in. That night, even if she could tell them to get a room, she wouldn't. Mostly because it is a more outright reminder that their little stunt is just as insincere as she hopes.
With her voice sore and hoarse, Azula flops onto her own mattress. "Ow!" TyLee bursts upright.
"What are you doing on my bed?" Azula hisses.
"I thought that this was my bed." She slurs. Looking around she comes to a realization. "Oh...whoopsie." And she stumbles over to her bed. "You don't own a rabaroo plush."
"No kidding." Azula mumbles to herself. She doesn't own any of the stuffed animals piled on TyLee's bed. It is bizarre to think that someone childish enough to own that many stuffed animals would be so intoxicated. But who was she to judge.
Not after what she has just pulled.
.oOo.
The press acts fast, reissuing the magazine depicting the first scandal and with it a new one. She reads the caption; something, something, another shocking performance. She tries not to look at the image for too long. She already regrets it, but their single hadn't gained the traction she'd wanted it to. So she dug up an old attention getter. Soon that song had an almost record view rate when it premiered on the music mover channel.
For better or for worse, Fire Of Agni is on the tongues and minds of the general public. Even those who aren't frequenters of the metal scene. They have people who don't care for music at all, bickering over the authenticity of the image.
Forever imprinted in black in white, Zuko has his fingers curled in her hair and her lips are on his. Even if she discards this one, many more will be printed to take its place.
Apparently the kiss was convincing enough to have the gossips murmuring about the exact nature of the sibling's relationship. Debating over whether or not it was genuine.
Mostly people have it right, proclaiming that it had been for the cameras only. But a few remain convinced that she truly loves her brother.
Azula wonders if the extra attention has truly been worth it. She is losing herself, she thinks. They shouldn't have to resort to this. Their music on its own should be enough. She thinks again of Wrought Iron Machine. She has met them once and briefly at their record label when they had only just been signed on. She doesn't know if she likes or even respects Wrought Iron's front woman. But the encounter has stuck with her.
The woman had smiled at them, welcomed them into the industry, and wished them luck. Azula decides in an instant that she in fact doesn't like the woman. She is too…
Too what?
Motherly?
Azula doesn't know exactly. But she knows that she doesn't like it.
But she can't seem to forget…
The woman had given her welcome to the entirety of Fire Of Agni. She then put a firm hand on Azula's shoulder and, more hushed, spoke. "It's easy to forget yourself. Don't let it ruin you."
She never specified what 'it' was. The fame? The money? The industry itself?
Azula stares at the picture with vehement anger and then her mind turns. She thinks of her father and suddenly she is almost proud of herself. No doubt the man is reeling and seething. Alone, that is nearly enough to compel her to do it a third time.
Spite.
Spite and attention.
And fame.
Hate and desperation too.
Those are the things that kindle Fire Of Agni.