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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
76
Views:
3,822
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Seventy-Five
Disclaimer: Seventy-four chapters of this... do I need to?
Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delays again. Annoyances abound. So here we are... nearing the end. Closer and closer. Excitment!
Enjoy!
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Transaction
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Chapter Seventy-Five
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From beneath the stage, Kenji could hear the opening act. He knew the song - Tohma and Taki had picked a group that was already fairly well known. Better publicity, Taki said.
He let himself hum along. He'd already had two hours of practice today. More wouldn't hurt, and it would make up for the talking he'd done. Talking was a sure way to kill a singing voice, he knew that.
Around them, there were stage hands checking the ropes that would pull their little platforms up onto the stage. It felt strange to be surrounded by busy people and not feel like he had to work himself. Kenji was used to being around productivity and doing nothing, but he always knew there was something he should be doing.
Now, he was waiting for what he should be doing.
Glancing behind him, his humming faltered just a little as he cast Haido a smile. They'd talked a little. Staying at Keiko's had given him enough time to calm down, and he'd finally sat Haido down (rather, sat down on Haido and wouldn't let him protest), and discussed things.
Everything would be okay. After tonight, everything would be perfect.
Haido caught Kenji's smile, and he felt his face soften up. He wasn't happy, but he could live with this show. Kenji had sat on him, which wasn't comfortable. He was heavy even if he was skinny. It was a dense weight.
He hadn't made any promises, but they'd talked in circles about not doing the kiss scene. He was sure that under the lights and crowd and knowing he was being watched, Kenji would go through with it anyway, but it was nice to see that he had cared enough to talk to him again about it.
A stage tech checked the last of the ropes, talked into a headset and suddenly they all cleared out. And it then his Haido that they were really going to perform.
Keiko, on the other hand, was ready and prepared. Trying to tuck things back in a little bit so nothing went wrong on stage. Other than that (and Kenji sitting on Haido at her place) she was sure everything would be handled.
If Kenji could bring up the stage presence every front man needs.
"We are go in 10!"
Ten minutes left before they started. Keiko was nothing but excited.
Ten, ten, ten! Ten minutes! Ten minutes too long!
Kenji had to resist the urge to rub his hands through his hair. He'd mess up all the spray and gel in it that was keeping it the way the stylist wanted. Not up and crazy, like Kenichi Ito's... but, down, trimmed a little so that it wasn't curving in like it sometimes did.
It was going to get ruined on stage, but Kenji was too excited to care. Excited, and maybe a little nervous. Anxious. A stage up there, and an audience waiting!
Minutes dragged by, but finally, the music stopped above them and the crowd roared in approval. Kenji pressed his hands together to keep them from shaking, then shook them out because his fingers were tingling.
This was it. This was really the beginning of everything they'd ever worked for.
The jitters were passed between all of them and as the applause and cheers were gaining strengths again, their platforms raised with a jolt. Up, up, up and they pushed open the hidden doors, letting flashing lights and a wave of sound wash in over each of them.
~~~
Author's Notes: Here's the concert. If you remember, when Kel and I firsted started this idea as a oneshot, it was going to revolve around this concert. Slowly this huge story came about from it. We're very proud of it and we hope you're all enjoying it. The last chapters is coming tomorrow.
Drop us a line.
~Subby
Author’s Notes: Sorry for the delays again. Annoyances abound. So here we are... nearing the end. Closer and closer. Excitment!
Enjoy!
~~~
Transaction
~~~
Chapter Seventy-Five
~~~
From beneath the stage, Kenji could hear the opening act. He knew the song - Tohma and Taki had picked a group that was already fairly well known. Better publicity, Taki said.
He let himself hum along. He'd already had two hours of practice today. More wouldn't hurt, and it would make up for the talking he'd done. Talking was a sure way to kill a singing voice, he knew that.
Around them, there were stage hands checking the ropes that would pull their little platforms up onto the stage. It felt strange to be surrounded by busy people and not feel like he had to work himself. Kenji was used to being around productivity and doing nothing, but he always knew there was something he should be doing.
Now, he was waiting for what he should be doing.
Glancing behind him, his humming faltered just a little as he cast Haido a smile. They'd talked a little. Staying at Keiko's had given him enough time to calm down, and he'd finally sat Haido down (rather, sat down on Haido and wouldn't let him protest), and discussed things.
Everything would be okay. After tonight, everything would be perfect.
Haido caught Kenji's smile, and he felt his face soften up. He wasn't happy, but he could live with this show. Kenji had sat on him, which wasn't comfortable. He was heavy even if he was skinny. It was a dense weight.
He hadn't made any promises, but they'd talked in circles about not doing the kiss scene. He was sure that under the lights and crowd and knowing he was being watched, Kenji would go through with it anyway, but it was nice to see that he had cared enough to talk to him again about it.
A stage tech checked the last of the ropes, talked into a headset and suddenly they all cleared out. And it then his Haido that they were really going to perform.
Keiko, on the other hand, was ready and prepared. Trying to tuck things back in a little bit so nothing went wrong on stage. Other than that (and Kenji sitting on Haido at her place) she was sure everything would be handled.
If Kenji could bring up the stage presence every front man needs.
"We are go in 10!"
Ten minutes left before they started. Keiko was nothing but excited.
Ten, ten, ten! Ten minutes! Ten minutes too long!
Kenji had to resist the urge to rub his hands through his hair. He'd mess up all the spray and gel in it that was keeping it the way the stylist wanted. Not up and crazy, like Kenichi Ito's... but, down, trimmed a little so that it wasn't curving in like it sometimes did.
It was going to get ruined on stage, but Kenji was too excited to care. Excited, and maybe a little nervous. Anxious. A stage up there, and an audience waiting!
Minutes dragged by, but finally, the music stopped above them and the crowd roared in approval. Kenji pressed his hands together to keep them from shaking, then shook them out because his fingers were tingling.
This was it. This was really the beginning of everything they'd ever worked for.
The jitters were passed between all of them and as the applause and cheers were gaining strengths again, their platforms raised with a jolt. Up, up, up and they pushed open the hidden doors, letting flashing lights and a wave of sound wash in over each of them.
~~~
Author's Notes: Here's the concert. If you remember, when Kel and I firsted started this idea as a oneshot, it was going to revolve around this concert. Slowly this huge story came about from it. We're very proud of it and we hope you're all enjoying it. The last chapters is coming tomorrow.
Drop us a line.
~Subby