Bliss
Kame slips into the darkness, there’s a roaring in his ears.
His cellphone vibrates - someone is calling him, probably his manager, reminding him he has only thirty minutes left before filming starts again.
He disregards it and steps further in the hall, the laser lights blinding him.
He settles at the side aisle and tips his chin. He ignores the flashy dresses and laces, the shrilling, hooting and the high-pitched laughter - he zones out and lets out the long-dragging sigh he has been holding.
He wishes it is Care or even Hatchi no Senshi - whatever that Bandage song is. He wrinkles his nose as Jin raps in English. The knowing smirk on the other's face convinces Kame that this song is nothing but an inside joke amongst Jin and his rowdy group friends.
Kame rolls his eyes but he finds it endearing anyway.
Minutes tick away and just when he hears a familiar piano intro, his phone vibrates for the seventh time already. With a slightly heavy heart, he turns to his back and walks away.
As he passes rows and rows of people and sees tears in some, he pauses and chances one last look.
There’s a warm smile tugging at the end of lips as he steps into the light again.
***
Kamenashi here. I dropped by today and watched your concert. It was great. Congratulations.
***
There’s a reply three days later at 3 in the afternoon.
Thanks.
His cellphone vibrates - someone is calling him, probably his manager, reminding him he has only thirty minutes left before filming starts again.
He disregards it and steps further in the hall, the laser lights blinding him.
He settles at the side aisle and tips his chin. He ignores the flashy dresses and laces, the shrilling, hooting and the high-pitched laughter - he zones out and lets out the long-dragging sigh he has been holding.
He wishes it is Care or even Hatchi no Senshi - whatever that Bandage song is. He wrinkles his nose as Jin raps in English. The knowing smirk on the other's face convinces Kame that this song is nothing but an inside joke amongst Jin and his rowdy group friends.
Kame rolls his eyes but he finds it endearing anyway.
Minutes tick away and just when he hears a familiar piano intro, his phone vibrates for the seventh time already. With a slightly heavy heart, he turns to his back and walks away.
As he passes rows and rows of people and sees tears in some, he pauses and chances one last look.
There’s a warm smile tugging at the end of lips as he steps into the light again.
***
Kamenashi here. I dropped by today and watched your concert. It was great. Congratulations.
***
There’s a reply three days later at 3 in the afternoon.
Thanks.