Hey there! I'm watching Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, fucking funny man. Anyways, hope you like this chapter, this is the last chapter for a while guys, I'm finally leaving this place I've been staying in for a while and I will not have internet for a while. So I'm sorry if I'm making you guys wait again, but I am NOT giving up on this story I swears it!
Oh and if you see any mistakes, my bad. I'm too preoccupied watching this movie..(Seriously, fucking gross, but hilarious!)
Now on with the story...
Chapter 15.
April 21st, 1984.
Saturday.
"That's how they spell gold?" Lavi suddenly blurted, looking up at the bright flashing yellow lights around the letters over his head.
Which were shining down and cascading his messy red-head with in a magnificent glow.
"It's spelt weird…!" The drummer soon whined.
Allen shook his head. "So what if they added an 'E' at the end of gold Lav? It's still pronounced the same." Lenalee looked up to the sign in excitement as she bounced in one spot beside Kanda's truck.
"This is totally clutch! This place is on the right side of town! Everyone goes here I just know it!" Lenalee exclaimed.
Kanda shouldered his Mugen and huffed. "It looks like any average bar, don't get your panties in a b—" At the glare he received from the bass player, the Japanese teen snapped his mouth shut and muttered a fast, "Oops."
Lenalee beamed at the sign again and slapped Allen and Lavi on their shoulders, "Let's go inside then!" She urged, pushing them forward with strength both the boys didn't expect.
Well, Allen knew full well what the 16-year-old was capable of, and braced himself for Lenalee's man-handling.
Mostly because he was a witness to it many weeks ago before-hand.
As they all headed inside, they were greeted instantly with the smell of smoke, booze, and vomit.
"Ah…" Lavi sighed. "This is the night life for ya." The drummer purred.
Allen grimaced at the smell and resisted the urge to hold his nose in both his hands, he didn't want to offend the bars owner—wherever he was.
"This place certainly has a lot of customers this late at night." He offered at least a bit of proper compliments.
Kanda snorted as he narrowed his eyes. "This place looks like a shit hole for losers."
"Kanda!" Allen hissed. Smacking the older teenager on the arm.
Kanda gave an inaudible growl at being touch as he rubbed his arm. "What? Don't start with me hoser, I'm just saying how I see it."
"Then I guess that means you're blind, boy." Came a lithe voice, obviously a woman's, as it came from directly behind the tall Japanese teenager.
Who straightened his back with a click of his heels.
Allen turned his head to look over the long-haired guitarists shoulder and offered a smile. "You must be…?" He asked.
The blonde woman, who had a painful looking "X" like scar from the center of her face, down to touch both side of her cheeks, was barely noticeable only because half of her face was covered, due to the long blonde bangs that covered the side of her face.
The lights inside the bar that surrounded the entire interior, only made the X-like scar that much more noticeable.
She wore tight black leather pants with a black skin tight tube-top—that left nothing for the imagination—with a deep red leather jacket that covered over most of the skin—skin that the tube top just could not cover up—as she wore bright red lipstick on her full luscious lips, and had her hair up in a pony-tail, which was clipped gracefully into a spiked bun behind her head.
"I'm Klaud Nine, owner of this bar." She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Then she fixated her piercing grey colored eyes onto one boy in particular. "And I take it, you have your fake I.D in your pocket, saying that your name is Frank and your 21, you look young because you're taking life easy and living it stress free."
"W-wait! That isn't what—" But Allen was momentarily cut off when she took an intimidating step forward.
"Your fake tattoo on your eye, and the white wig ain't fooling no one." She rolled her eyes and gripped the short white-haired teen by his collar of his tight long sleeved black dress shirt, and spun him around in one fluid motion.
Till his terror stricken expression faced the bars double doors as she gripped the back of his collar with a different hand.
"Get the fuck out of my bar until you're the legal drinking age, kid!" She demanded—pushing him with enough force to over throw a football player—and out tossed him out the doors.
Allen had no time to catch himself, before he all but landed in a painful heap outside the bars doors and onto the dirty cement of the streets with a shriek of terror.
And Lenalee and Lavi could only stand and stare in awe—and terror—as they watched their lead singer get the bums rush right through the doors.
By a woman that barely reached Lavi's nose when standing at his tallest.
Kanda's shoulders shook with held in and quiet laughter as he clutched his sides for support.
Before he finally erupted in laughter as he pointed right at the British teenager, who was still lying on the sidewalk. Ass in the air.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think that was your actual hair color." Klaud Nine, the owner of the bar Golde, said as she eyed the British teenager in suspicion with a hand to her chin.
Still unbelieving that, that was his natural hair color, and the fact that he was fifteen and the lead singer of their tiny mix-matched band.
"You're sorry that my hair is naturally white?" Allen stated, dubiously. "You're not a tad bit sorry that you just threw me onto the street?" He pressed, looking snubbed.
Kanda snorted loudly and huffed three times total, as if trying to compose himself once more. "For a good reason. Poser." He retorted, smirking at the brat's expense.
Lenalee chuckled, quietly. "Don't be such a dick Kanda." She sang, smile stretching across her face.
Lavi couldn't help but stare at Klaud Nine, for obvious reasons, the woman was straight "A" hotty, with the emphasis on the hot part. She was just the smoking long-legged blonde he was searching for.
"You're beautiful…" Lavi stated, small line of drool dribbling down his mouth.
Klaud turned her back to the red-head and faced the cute Asian girl instead.
Lenalee smiled back to the blonde woman, but then Lavi cut off her view by standing directly in front of her.
So with a smile, she pushed passed the gaping red-head with a hard shove, that sent him toppling over, and into the arms of their Japanese guitar player.
Who made a face. "Get off of me." Kanda deadpanned, throwing the red-head.
Who landed in the awaiting arms of their lead singer, the white-haired teenager merely sighed under his breath at their mistreatment of their only drummer. "There, there, Lav." He soothed mockingly.
"Wow, thanks Brit." The drummer commented, rubbing his head.
Allen merely smiled patted red-headed drummer on the head. "No prob." He smiled.
But then his smile was wiped off completely when the red-head snuggled closer and wrapped his long arms around him.
"Mm…You smell good." Lavi sighed, nuzzling his nose into the British teen's neck.
Allen dropped him.
Lenalee rolled her eyes passionately and looked back to Klaud. "Miss Nine—"
She put up a hand. "—Just call me Cloud." The blonde woman interrupted with a serious expression to her beautiful pale face. "Everyone usually does anyways." She said, rolling her eyes with a small smile pulling on her ruby red lips.
Lenalee nodded. "Alright, Cloud, we're The Exorcists. I'm just wondering, what exactly did Bak mention that made you want to see us?" She asked politely, as to not disturb or up-set the woman.
Who looked ready to raise hell at any given moment and kick whoever's ass that pissed her off. She had an air of…Well…She held the same air as their guitar player, which was "Kick ass, ask questions later." Type of attitude.
Klaud, who wanted to be called "Cloud", tapped a red finger nail to her chin and looked back to the young Chinese girl with a small smile. "He just told me that you guys were going to be big. That was all." She replied, soft smile never fell from her face.
And each band member blinked incredulously at that statement.
"But, I needed to be the judge of that myself." The owner of the bar stated, her eyes a sudden flame of determination.
Kanda snorted. "Right, because you're the almighty God of rock N' roll." The older teen said with his usual irritated and angry tone. "Bag your face, I bet you don't know jack-shit about music."
"Kanda!" Hissed Allen and Lenalee both.
"What?" The guitar player snapped.
"Can I just take this time to say that—"
"—heard it. Shut your mouth, it won't get you anywhere Red." Cloud interrupted the red-head.
Who was left with his mouth hanging open in shock at being rejected so suddenly.
He didn't even get to use his well thought up pick-up line!
Cloud turned her furious blazing eyes towards their guitar player and poked his chest with a sharp finger nail, hard enough to leave a crescent shaped mark. "Just say that again, boy," She poked again. "And I'll make sure that I'll be the one to break you down, and make you nothing but a two-bit act with no career, the next time you flap your Goddamn mouth off to me."
Kanda glared right back, daringly. "Oh yeah? And jes' wha ah'ya gon' do 'bout—"
Lavi quickly jumped up from his stunned stupor and wrapped an arm around the guitar player's shoulders and hurriedly pulled him away with a nervous grin and a fast:
"Be right back! Monkey didn't have his banana!" As he forcibly tugged away the ranting and raving guitar player as they both headed off towards the location of the bathrooms.
Allen chuckled. "Thank you for that Cloud, Kanda can get…Well, pissy." He stated, shaking his head sadly.
Inwardly horrified that he just used a term like that to describe somebody.
"Speaking for the entire band, we greatly appreciate this opportunity to present ourselves to you and your bar. If it wouldn't be too much for me to ask, but, when exactly can we get this gig started?" Allen asked, suddenly energetic and polite to the woman who just told off Kanda like she was shooting the breeze.
He had to look up at her in in admiration and respect for being able to do such a thing.
Cloud looked back to the white-haired teenager, who was looking at her in worship, and snorted while she gestured for him, and their young bass player, to follow her.
"Did you bring your own instruments like my assistant told you to?" She asked, not looking over her red clad leather shoulder.
The two were most likely following closely behind her towards the back of the large wooden stage anyways.
Allen nodded. But then frowned when he realized she couldn't see him nodding. "Yes we did!" He replied quickly. "We're already parked out back and ready to bring them in, once you give us the go ahead that is." Allen smiled.
Cloud smirked. "Good. Just set up here," She gestured to the big opened stage that she had lead them to, once they had walked all the way down and across the bar, and onto the other side of the room.
She already led them through the back of the stage.
She then pointed off into the direction to where the stage connects to the wall. "The plug-ins are there, if you need extension cords there already here," she thumbed in the back of her, to a black chest in the very back of the black curtain.
A curtain that cut off the line of vision from the audience, to the back of the stage.
"And once you guys are finished, make sure you play nice and loud. The crowds around here can get rubbed pretty easily if they don't like what they hear." Cloud instructed, walking down few of the steps from the back of the stage, and turned to look over her shoulder. "Play anything that has attitude, none of the bullshit and noise people call "pop" or I'll get your band escorted out of my bar faster than the plague."
Both Lenalee and Allen nodded all too hurriedly.
"Yes ma'am!" Allen replied.
Cloud smirked, her red ruby lips pulling into a devious smile as she turned and sauntered away, her hips swaying with each graceful step and the loud thumping of glasses on the counters and table tops.
Allen let out a sigh of relief that he's been holding in ever since they started walking towards the stage, behind the scary blonde woman.
He swiped a fingerless gloved hand across his forehead in relief.
"She's incredibly scary isn't she?" he whispered to Lenalee, whispering, because he was afraid Cloud might be able to hear from across the bar.
Lenalee giggled and skipped down the steps. "Not at all, she a beautiful and inspirational woman."
Allen shivered in dread and followed after the bass player timidly. "Right, if she's inspiring you to beat up any man you see fit, then please give me a warning before the transition, okay?"
Lenalee laughed and slapped a hand onto the shoulder of the fifteen-year old in mock sympathy. "No can do Al!" She teased.
Allen only sighed under his breath, but furrowed his eyebrows together and pointed off into the direction of the crowded bar.
He thought he saw a very familiar head amongst the crowd.
"Is that Kanda ordering a drink from the bar?" Allen stated, a bit taken aback.
Lenalee had to squint her eyes to see more clearly, hoping that maybe Allen was seeing things.
But nope, there was their guitar player, and drummer, both ordering alcoholic drinks just minutes away from their performance.
"Yes…" She hissed through clenched teeth, her glare hardening at the sight of them as she then started pulling Allen along by his sleeve.
Weaving them both through the crowds, and the many hobbling and unbalanced bodies.
Allen winced at the death grip Lenalee had on his arm as she all but threw him to her side once they made it to the front of the bar, and after they made it across the crowded tavern in record time that is.
Lavi let out a loud, and impressed sounding, whistle. "I just saw you deck through a shit-ton of Barney looking dudes, Lenababy." Lavi commented, looking back to the crowd, hand shielding his eye from the glare of the lights over-head. "You should try out for quarterback next semester." He said smirking, reaching up to his face with a large glass in his hand, he tried tipping it back to his lips.
But the glass was suddenly ripped away from his hands, in lighting speed, just as he took a large swig, which then sprayed every which way in his attempt of having a shot.
As was Kanda's drink.
When his was just inches away of putting the lip of the glass to his mouth.
"Fuck!" The guitarist protested, glaring heatedly at Lenalee.
Who only glared passively back at both of the older teenager's as she then handed back the alcoholic drinks to the bartender with a delighted smile.
When she managed to convince the bartender to not pass the two boys any more drinks throughout the entire night, the smile was quickly replaced with the look of pure malice when she turned back around to face the two irresponsible teenager's.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing? We gotta set up our equipment! We can't be sitting around the bar getting drunk, and laugh our ass's off, when we have a freakin' audition to do!" She criticized, grabbing both the boy's by their arms and threw them towards the crowd.
"No go and set up!" She shouted.
"Okay!" Lavi squeaked as he all but ran across the bar to the back doors.
Kanda following along hot on his heels, but not before he shoved Allen in the shoulder blade as he passed him by.
Allen smiled as he weakly rubbed at his shoulder, looking at both of the retreating figures of the two most stubborn people he knew, who got easily pushed and ordered around.
By a 16-year-old teenage girl might he add.
It's amazing what a bit of glaring, and some man-handling from Lenalee, can do to both of their egos and stubborn pride. Allen commented inside his head as he looked back to the still seething Lenalee with a bright smile. "Now tell me again, why you're not the band manager?"
Lenalee blinked at the sudden question, then smiled and shrugged her shoulders un-caringly. "Guess I just have a thing for the bass, besides, you're the lead singer now, so that basically put you up for the manager job." She smirked, looping her arm through the shorter British teenager's and weaved them through the crowd, at a more relaxed and polite pace.
"Now, let's help the boy's set up or they'll keep pouting throughout the entire night, as cute as that expression is on both of the dudes, it doesn't suit their 'dangerous and sexy' look they're going for." Lenalee commented.
Allen raised a questionable white eyebrow but nodded his head anyways. "I didn't think they were going for that look at all." He stated, shrugging.
"Have you seen the get-up they chose to wear for tonight?" Lenalee demanded, suddenly sounding incredulous.
Allen shook his head with a small smile. "Uhh…No…? I don't check out other guy's out-fits Lenalee." He replied sarcastically.
Which earned him a playful punch to the arm from the bass player.
"Well, just try and not check them out when you see them." Lenalee stated, devious smile—that didn't quite suit her pale pretty face at all—and a wink that held too much of a double meaning behind it, Allen didn't know whether to not reply, or be scared.
So he went with both.
Allen still couldn't believe what the red-head chose to wear that night.
Such skin tight black jeans.
They basically hugged everything, and he means everything, he literally means everything.
He didn't know what the red-head had in mind to display, but Allen didn't really want to ask what the red-head was going for either.
Not only were Red's jeans killer tight, but the short sleeved, and bright green shirt made Allen do a double take.
His shoulders were showing, including both sides of his pale hips, the shirt was two sizes too small.
But Allen still couldn't wrap his head around the idea of Kanda casually stating "This is my favorite shirt"
When all it was, was a patch of tight leather in the shape of a vest.
And that sight nearly gave him a nose-bleed.
Kanda had pecks, he had abs, and he had muscles everywhere that Allen was amazed—and slightly taken aback—that he never truly noticed how beefy the long-haired guitar player was before.
Maybe it was because Kanda didn't start dressing like a male prostitute until a few weeks ago. At least Allen had started noticing that Kanda was starting to display more of what he had for every prying and leering eye to see, because it was good for the bands image.
And man…Would he be called gay for saying all those things aloud, good thing he keeps his more "keener" senses, and the thoughts that go with them, to himself.
"Hey…Brit-boy," A playful sounding voice piped up from above him.
Allen blinked and looked up, to be faced with the smirking expression of their drummer and a playful bright green eye staring back at him.
"Er, yes? Were you calling me Lavi?" The white-haired teenager asked, a small nervous smile spreading across his face as he pulled his palm away from his chin and straightened out his hunched over sitting posture from the bars back-door steps.
Lavi shook his head with a chuckle and patted Allen's head roughly. "I said, we're gonna be called on stage any sec now, I suggested that you better get your fine British ass inside, before Cloud Nine kicks it there." He replied easily.
Allen rolled his eyes and got up. "Bite me Lavi." He replied with a forced smile.
Lavi smirked weakly and put both his hands up in surrender. "Hey, you asked for it, not me."
And on cue, out came Kanda's fist from out of nowhere and landed a good and hard blow to the red-head's arm.
"Keep your disgusting perverted thoughts to yourself Cyclops," Kanda growled, "Some of us are trying hard to not throw up our meals." Kanda stated in an irritated tone.
He walked up ahead and away from the two younger teenagers with quick and long legged strides back towards the back-doors of the bar, after he finished locking both his truck doors.
"Ow…" Lavi complained, holding his sore arm in hand with a sheepish smile.
"You've been getting hit a lot lately." Allen remarked, eyebrow quirked. "Surely you want to stop teasing him now."
Lavi shrugged with a smirk, rotating his arm around experimentally. "Nah. It's more fun this way." He replied with a grin and a grimace of pain.
Allen merely shook his head with a chuckle slipping past his lips. "Well, good luck to you."
"On the contrary my British baby," Lavi purred, slinging an arm over the shorter teens shoulders with a lecherous smirk. "You should be saying, 'good luck to us all'." He stated, winking down the teen.
Who smiled back at him.
They all began weaving down the dimly lit hallway, taking a fast and sharp left turn down into another dark corridor, and that's when Allen saw flashing lights further up ahead.
The stage.
Just up those stairs, was the hidden back-entry way to the stage that Cloud had showed them all, and beyond the thick black curtain surrounding the entire back-stage and stairs, was the bright lighted stage.
He could hear the rambling and deep murmuring of the crowd surrounding the entire front of the stage, and around many of the tables further in the back.
He could hear the static from each of the microphones, which were all turned ON, on top of the stage.
And the pulse inside his veins, and with the hammering of his heart thumping loudly against his chest, he felt alive, he felt exhilarated, and he never been more ready to sing and perform for crowds of people before.
Until now.
This is going to be fun…Allen thought, an eager grin stretching across his face, he turned, to see Lavi giving him a thumbs up from over his shoulder.
And with a nod of his white head, Allen took those stairs, concurred them, and he was on top of the stage, in front of the murmuring and rumbling of the jam-packed bar.
And with a small nervous smile sent to the crowd, Allen walked to the center of the stage, and tapped the microphone with his fingerless glove.
"Testing, testing, one, two, three…" He sang, going from deep, to high-pitched notes.
Which rung throughout the entire bar in his own melody.
He smiled triumphantly at the excellent quality of the microphone and slid closer towards the mic. "Hello! How is everybody doing tonight?" he asked happily, hearing more murmurs and clinking of glasses than anything else, he smiled with a small chuckle and nodded his head. "I'll take that as 'amped', do any of you like…Rock music?" He asked in his British accented voice.
He heard various deep voices, shouting out their affirmations, and heard plenty of women scream and shout out their own.
He smiled and waved his hand to and fro to get the crowd around the stage to settle down. "I see!" He shouted, grinning from ear-to-ear, "Who doesn't like rock music these days?! Pop music can go pull their pins and fack aff!" He grinned mischievously.
And for that, everybody started cheering loudly.
Lenalee covered her grinning mouth in surprise, and Lavi simply whooped from behind his drum set.
"Now! Who wants to hear some rock?!" He shouted, turning to look over his shoulder and there stood Lenalee at her bass, smiling eagerly, Lavi behind his drum kit, looking ready and excited to play, and to the left of him stood Kanda, stone faced, scowl pressed firm, and Mugen held tightly in his hands were the only indication that Allen needed to know that Kanda was ready to play.
And when he shouted out those words, he heard the bar erupt in excitement as he saw everyone in their seats, or whoever it was that stood in front of the stage just a few feet away, started screaming and shouting for them to play with eager faces and rushed words of anticipation.
When Allen pointed at Lavi, that was his signal from Allen that the white-haired teenager was about to start singing, which he did of course, once Lavi slammed down on both sides of his drums.
"I can tell by the look in your eyes…" Allen dropped his voice to a husky whisper as he pulled the microphone to his body. "You've been gone for a long, long time," he sang.
Kanda's melodic riffs flowed out of the amps by the very front of the stage, and they hummed and rattled against the floorboards of the bar.
"They don't care if they never see you again," He shook his head, small smile gracing his lips.
"So you better go and tell your friends…You're not gonna be home.
You're coming home with me tonight!" He raised his voice.
Lavi's heavy drumming was hammering and thumping as the chorus then started off, Kanda's guitar riffs raised and Lenalee's bass guitar hummed lowly, and the rhythm was hypnotizing inside the ears of every onlooker surrounding the stage.
"She's an easy lover…" Allen sang slowly, the beat of the song now a slow, almost a blues type of sound as Kanda's guitar riffs only became a slow, hip grinding beat.
"She'll get a hold on you, and you better believe it.
And she ain't like no other,
Before you know it, you'll be down on your knees!" Allen raised his voice as Kanda's guitar riffs became heavier and the red-head's drumming thumped into an easy head bobbing beat.
"Begging for her to stay again!
She's an easy lover!" Allen screamed, hearing Lenalee and Lavi sing in the back-ground.
"She's like no other!"
"And she'll take your heart but you won't feel it!" Allen sang, taking the microphone out from within its confines as he walked closer to the edge of the stage.
"She's like no other!" Lenalee and Lavi sang once again.
"And I'm just trying to make you see..." Allen dropped his voice again.
The bands instruments slowed their pace once again as it fell into that slow blues beat, Lavi finishing off the chorus by banging both his sticks on either side of his drum set with four loud hammering thumps before he smashed the cymbal above his messy red-head.
"I just wanna make love to you,
I'm only looking for a fantasy…" Allen sang, moving his body with the easy grinding rhythm, hearing many wolf-whistles from around the bar, which made him smirk in delight.
"But you know you ain't got a hold on me.
You go your way honey…
And I'll go mine." He sang, in what sounded like a teasing tone of voice, he couldn't help but smirked deviously at the throng of screeching and cheering crowd below him.
"Just look at me like I'm your only friend," Yet again, the bands instruments started their heavy pace, indication that the chorus is starting up again.
"But before you go…" His voice raised ten-fold, Lavi hitting his drums in a more heavier and faster rhythm.
"Rock me baby, rock me baby!
Rock me! Rock meeee!" He screamed.'
Lavi's drumming then started smashing, the cymbals on his head ringing throughout the bar as Kanda's strumming of his guitar followed with each and every one of Lavi's heavy cymbal smashing, as his own guitar raised in volume and pitch.
"She's an easy lover,
She'll get a hold on you, and you better believe it.
And she ain't like no other!" Allen sang, walking and swaying his hips in every direction on the stage. Following the easy beat of their instrument playing.
"Before you know it you'll be down on your knees…
Begging for her to stay again!" He screamed.
"She's like no other!" The bassist and drummer sang in unison.
"She's an easy lover!
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it!" Their British lead singer shook his head, smirking.
"She's like no other!" Lavi and Lenalee once again sang.
"And I'm just trying to make you see…" Allen breathed, smiling. "That she's…"
Lavi's drumming became heavier, his sticks merely blurs as they banged on each side of his drum kit, Kanda's guitar playing raising with each slam of Lavi's drumsticks on his cymbals.
"An Easy Lover!" Allen half growled and half screamed.
Then soon, Kanda raised his guitar to his side, a long screeching G chord erupted through the entire bar as he then started his guitar solo, his fingers plucking and sliding every chord that he had memorized from the song list, and as his guitar solo started picking up its pace, he strummed down several more chords before the white-haired teenager started up the chorus yet again.
"She's an easy lover,
She'll get a hold on you, and you better believe it.
And she ain't like no other,
Before you know it you'll be down on your knees
Begging for her to stay again!"
He sang, more louder this time as he knew the song was slowly coming to an end.
"She's like no other!" Back ground singing.
"She's an easy lover,
She'll take your heart but you won't feel it!" Allen's voice never lowered. And their instruments never slowed, only raised in volume and rhythm.
"She's like no other!" Lenalee and Lavi shouted in unison.
Again, another ear splitting screaming sliding guitar solo raged through and out of the amps by their feet as everyone in the bar started standing, and cheering.
The screeching of Kanda's guitar solo never wavered. And even throughout the guitar solo, both Lenalee and Lavi never forgot to sing into the microphone by their heads a fast.
"She's like no other!" As the guitar solo still raged.
But soon, Kanda's guitar solo was slowly coming to an end, and Lavi's drumming had become more loud, more commanding and dominating, that's when Lenalee's bass followed each and every slam of the stick on the drums with a heavy fast paced strum of her fingers.
Until finally, Kanda's screaming guitar solo had stopped all together as he started following the outro rhythm of the song.
Allen knew he had to start singing in a fast, melodic and low voice as the ending lyrics of the outro was slowly approaching, the slam of the drums, and with the sudden halt of the bass, that was Allen's indication that the heavy fast pace of the song has come to an end, and the peaceful part of the outro was now starting. Kanda's guitar sliding in peacefully for the outro of the song.
"You got me wrapped around your finger…" Allen's voice was the only thing heard, until he heard Kanda pluck down several chords.
"Just don't tell anybody…" A pause in the song indicated Kanda to slow his sliding guitar. "Cause you'll hurt me…My Easy…Loverrrrrrr…" Allen held that note in his husky tone of voice, and Kanda's slowed the pace of his guitar until it stopped completely all together, and that's when Allen finally let the note fall from his voice.
And that was the ending of their first song.
If Allen had ever went to a concert before, or if he had ever went to a place simply filled with cheering, drunk, loudly yelling voices of a crowd filling an entire room.
He knew it most definitely would not compare to what his ears were just assaulted with when they played their last and final song for the night.
It was amazing, stunning, awe inspiring, and a completely stellar thing to witness, especially if they were cheering for you and the entire band.
"Thank you! We really do love you guys!" Allen shouted into the mic, grinning from ear-to-ear in excitement as he saw the throng of people standing, clapping, whistling and hollering as he waved his gloved hand to the audience.
"Don't forget! We're playing again this coming Friday night, at the bar called Static Impulse!" Lavi shouted into his own microphone by his sweat soaked red-hair. "So you guys better get your shouting voices in check, and cheer your fucking lungs off!" The tall teen informed the cheering crowd, he then stood from behind his drum set, waving his drum sticks over his damp head with an eager grin alight on his still sweating face.
Allen couldn't blame him for sweating so much, he was behind that drum set for five whole songs, which all together was a total of 20 minutes, hell, maybe even more.
And after that last song too, Lavi had to play a drum solo to get the crowd pumping.
Had to play a drum solo, because he stood up on his drum's stool, and shouted at the crowd if they wanted to hear a drum solo "by yours truly."
Which of course the crowd's response to that, was a fit full of clinking glasses, and obnoxious yelling from the drunken men surrounding the stage behind their tables.
Allen, grinning at the crowd one last time, waved, and they all headed back stage.
Each of them sharing glances of approval, recognition, and admiration, Allen felt like he would be a mess of happy tears and mucus if it wasn't for Lavi and Lenalee hugging him on either side, so he had to be strong for the both of them.
Now back-stage, hidden behind a big black mass of curtain, and standing down below the stairs of the stage stood Allen, crushed in between two bodies, one body feminine but surprising and appallingly strong, another, sweaty, wet, and muscular form.
He cringed at both of their bone crushing hugs, smiling small despite the sticky sweat now clinging onto him, and the fact that his ribs felt mildly broken and bruised.
"You were so great Allen!" Lenalee commented, her face bright with joy as she finally let him go with gratitude easily readable in her expression.
Lavi nodded his head enthusiastically as he too dropped the British teenager back onto the floor. "Fur shur man! You were killer out there! You totally had the crowd going from the first song!"
Allen shook his head, "It was Kanda's guitar solo that had them clawing on the stage." Allen commented, smiling in approval when he received a, "Hmph" from their guitar player as he looked away with a harder-than-usual scowl etched on his expression.
"Aww! Wittle Yuu iz gettin' bassfull~" Lavi cooed, holding his hands together behind his back as he swayed back and forth on his heels, grinning devilishly when he received a glare and a flick of a middle finger from the long-haired Japanese teen.
"Not bad, not bad." Came a smooth feminine voice as Cloud Nine appeared from behind the curtain of the back-stage, a soft smile pulling on her red ruby lips.
"What's happening, bodacious beauty?" Purred the red-head. "Did you see me rock those people to their bones?" Lavi said, waggling his eyebrows as he moved his hips from side to side suggestively. "Because if I wasn't mistaken, I saw you checking me out earlier from within the crowd. Like what you see?" He stated slyly.
Then he got wacked up-side the head with an end of a guitar, which happened to be Mugen.
Kanda glared daggers while still holding his guitar aloft in the air, holding it like someone would hold their bat.
"Say anything else generic, Cyclops, and I'll make damn shur Mugen gives ya a concussion, get it skeez?" Kanda hissed dangerously.
Lavi, now holding his sore head with a hand, nodded quickly with a terrified smile on his face. "Got it." He squeaked.
Kanda rolled his eyes and lowered his guitar. "Good."
Allen cleared his throat, before the awkward air got any thicker, and turned his attention towards Cloud. "So? Would you recommend us to any other bar?" He asked happily. "Or do we need some tuning up?" He quirked an eyebrow up at the tall blonde woman.
Cloud only smiled at the admiration and the determination she saw reflected in those odd grey colored eyes that shown brightly up towards her.
She was stunned at being able to see innocence still lingering inside of those eyes, she thought that every teenager by now, would never have a hint of innocence left inside any of them, being as how Allen Walker was only 15-years-old, and considering it was the 80's, and the motto for the 80's generation was "Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll", Allen Walker, she guessed, still held a lot of innocence and lingering pure wisdom, that she couldn't help but pat his head softly.
Which startled the white-haired teenager more than it made him feel safe.
"You guys were great, I would like for you cool cats to play in my bar, sometime in the near future." She stated, after patting the lead singer's white head of hair and turned her attention towards each of the band members.
Who openly gaped at her, everyone except their tight ass of a guitar player.
Who only stood and stared at her with a "No-shit?" look on his constantly scowling visage.
Cloud had to smile at their expressions and nodded her blonde head. "Actually, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you guys like to play weekend gigs from time to time whenever you're not busy?"
"You must be off your nut—" the lead singer started.
"—Damn skippy! That would totally be the bomb—"
"—Fur shur! Where do I sign?"
"Solid." Came each of their replies.
Cloud stifled her laughter with a small chuckle escaping her lips and held her hand out for the lead singer to take, which he did without a seconds hesitation. "You guys can start whenever you want, just give me a couple days heads up before you drop the bomb on me." She informed the white-haired singer.
Allen nodded his head with a grin alight on his face. "Thank you very much, Cloud!" He thanked whole-heartedly as he dropped her hand and turned towards Lenalee, who smiled brightly at him in return.
Cloud nodded her head and thumbed behind her shoulder. "You guys wanna stay here for a bit and get a couple drinks? On the house." She informed them with a smirk.
"Fuck'n A!" Lavi cheered. "I'm in! Whatta 'bout you man?" Lavi slurred happily, elbowing the guitar player playfully in his ribs.
Kanda responded to that punch with a playful hit of his own, well it would've been considered a 'playful hit', if it didn't come from Kanda of all people.
"Sounds rippen." He stated, surprising everyone—except the smiling red-head—at his answer.
"Um, I'm only fifteen and therefore, NOT the legal drinking age." Allen informed, putting up his gloved hand with a sheepish, apologetic smile.
"Sames," Lenalee stated with a sigh. "Actually, I'm sixteen, but if my brother found out I did, he would kill me with a capital "K" if he ever found out—"
"—he would kill you with a capital K? Like, oh my gawsh!" Lavi wailed, over-exaggeratingly. "I like, gotta stop him! Fly!" And he raised his fist in the air like a superhero.
Only for it to get slapped down by the long-haired guitar player.
The whimpering red-head held his hand with a hurt facial expression, puckering his lower lip all the while.
The Japanese teen merely rolled his eyes with a small huff, then wiped his hand off on his tight pure black jeans in disgust. "You're all sweaty. Sickening."
"Oh? It doesn't turn you on?" Lavi implied, smirking mischievously.
Kanda merely glared at him and cracked his knuckles. "No. It only makes me wanna throw you out and onto your sweaty ass so you can cool off." He growled, taking a step forward.
Lavi yelped in fear and hid away, behind their lead singer. Who only shook his head sadly at the two.
"Anyways…" Lenalee trailed off, clearing her throat with a smile. "If he found out I hung out at a bar all night with three boys—even if they are my band mates—he would still ground me." Lenalee replied, sighing heavily in disdain and embarrassment at admitting the truth. "And for a week at that." She quickly quipped in.
Cloud shrugged her shoulders and began walking into the direction of the darkly lit hallway. "Suit yourself, but next time, I'm expecting you guys to stay the entire night." She said over her shoulder.
And Cloud Nine disappeared into the dimly lit hallway without looking back.
"Well, shall we jet boys?" Lenalee chimed merrily, turning around to face her band mates.
Lavi hung his head with a long and disappointed sounding sigh. "Buuuuut…" He whined pitifully.
Allen merely patted the red-head on his cheek with a small smile. "There, there Love. Some other day." He reassured.
Lavi instantly brightened up and straightened out his back. "Damn Sam! I feel much better already! Did you just call me love? Tubular!" He crowed, grinning widely. "Can you give me a kiss too? Like, right here?" Lavi asked happily, pointing to his face and to his left cheek.
"Some other time, maybe, only if you're a good boy though." Allen stated with a single nod of his head.
He was merely being sarcastic, but seeing the red-head light up with joy to what he had to say, made him feel oddly proud.
Kanda quickly whipped his head, his neck practically snapping with the sudden movement, and he looked over to the white-haired brat. "You gotta be shittin' me." He stated, voice slightly surprised sounding.
Allen cocked an eyebrow up at the guitarist. Who had his face scrunched up in what looked like confusion, mixed with a hint of…Betrayal?
How interesting…
"Now, now boys. Everyone can get a kiss from Allen." Lenalee stated, grabbing a hold of all three of her favorite boys as she pulled them towards the back-doors of the bar called Golde.
"But only if you guy's all get along, and practice band dynamics." Lenalee quickly corrected herself, teasing smile directed fully at their lead singer, who looks horrified at what she just declared so casually.
"I'm not kissing all of you." Allen quickly defended.
"Shoot me before that ever happens." Kanda deadpanned. "Like, right away, no hesitation or I'll haunt you." Kanda stated dryly.
"What? Afraid you might fall in love with Brit-boy if he kissed you? Or ya rubbed that we gotta work on our gnarly band dynamics?" Lavi piped up, smirking in delight when Kanda turns his glare towards him.
"Oh don't worry, I'll make sure I won't hesitate. I just needed the go ahead so I can shoot you." Allen replied, smiling happily over to Kanda.
Who glared heatedly at him. "Fuck you, ain't talking to you shit-face."
"Hey!" Lavi objected in offence. "He does not have a shit-face! It's all soft and adorable looking!" He stated, puffing out his chest in defiance.
"Thank you Lavi. But please, leave those kind of comments to yourself, 'kay?" Allen said, sighing heavily in irritation.
Being called adorable, was not a compliment, it meant he still had a lot of growing up to do.
Hello again! And oh my gosh! Cloud made an appearance, I think more characters are going to be introduced soon. Oh and I'm just wondering...Who are you guys cheering for? Give me a review of what you want to see peeps! Yuvi, Yullen, or Laven? :)
Or maybe...Lucky on the side? ;)
Oh and I don't know what they were singing, I actually combined two songs I randomly heard while I was typing this chapter, mismatched the lyrics, plucked out a few lines, and added my own. So yeah, I don't take no credit at all. Because basically, all I did was switch things around. I hope I don't get sued...
Hope you liked this chapter! And I'm sorry again for the wait I'm going to have to put you guys through.
Until next time~~
-Hella-