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093. Voice
Notes: RockStar!Weiss pt3. Written on a train from Champaign, IL, to St. Louis, MO. Also, I know the tenses are changing between parts. I like the tenses though. *pouts* Also, Ran’s shirt is stolen from my memory of Koyasu’s shirt during a Weiss concert DVD. (I want that shirt!)
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They meet at the gate to the mosh pit. Nagi and Jei come together because Jei’s mom couldn’t get a flight in, and Nagi didn’t want to invite someone random. Schuldig comes with a friend, Akira, who he met during his latest movie shoot. They’re let in by security guards and fight their way to the foot of the stage. Many of the fans here aren’t used to celebrities in their midst, but there are enough famous faces and security guards in the pit to keep them from going crazy.
The lights dim about a minute after they arrive at their chosen spots. Schuldig turns to Nagi and grins. “Are you ready for this?”
Nagi grins back, eyes dancing. “I don’t think you’re ready,” he shoots back.
But Schuldig’s learned all the words to the singles and suffered (ok, maybe not suffered) through three more taped interviews and two more in magazines. He is so ready.
The announcer blares over the loudspeaker. Schuldig barely hears him-he is watching Nagi, the most serious teenager he has ever met, practically bouncing in anticipation.
And then the lights go crazy and so does the mosh pit. Schuldig even shouts with the crowd when the opening bars of ‘Velvet Underworld’ sound. Nagi grabs Schuldig’s arm, squeezes, and points.
“Yeah, I see him.” Schuldig shouts to be heard over the screams. He shoots a last glance at the boy onstage wearing black hot pants, and turns his attention to the redhead in the tight, artfully ripped Engrish T-shirt, and the blonde in the blue top showing off a muscular midriff. Now this is what Schuldig came here to see.
Or at least, that’s what he thinks until Ran “The Voice” Fujimiya opens his mouth to sing.
…And then rips the mic off its stand and slides down the pole like some kind of exotic dancer.
Mein Gott.
Schuldig momentarily forgets the words, and that he is capable of speech, or really anything that isn’t shouting incoherently in apprec-in fucking lust. To be sure, his dick is now paying close attention to The Voice.
Nagi jostles Schuldig and winks. Schuldig is too electrified to care. He resumes singing-sings every word-and watches Ran shake his ass, dance up on Yohji (Gott that was an image!), ruffle Ken’s hair (Ken didn’t like that, prompting a laugh from Akira), and share his mic with Omi. At one point, Ran gets on his knees and leans over the pit. Schulidg thinks he might’ve thoroughly embarrassed himself had it not been for Ran’s totally shitty choice in doing that on the other end of the stage.
The song ends with all of Weiss posing center stage together, holding the last note, and then turning and striding offstage to thunderous applause.
Schuldig might have screamed himself hoarse. Might have.
Maybe.
Thank Gott he’s not presenting.
The four actors part ways and go back to their seats when the performance ends. Schuldig takes off his jacket in his seat and loosens his tie.
“You look flushed,” Akira says. He glances quickly down at Schuldig’s jacket-covered lap.
Schuldig leers. “I want him,” he hisses in Akira’s ear.
“Who, Ken?” Akira frowns. “Cos that one’s mine.”
Schuldig nudges Akira and pulls away. “Oh, you can have ‘im,” he says. “But The Voice?” He leans back over and grins possessively. “Yeah, mine.”
Notes: RockStar!Weiss pt3. Written on a train from Champaign, IL, to St. Louis, MO. Also, I know the tenses are changing between parts. I like the tenses though. *pouts* Also, Ran’s shirt is stolen from my memory of Koyasu’s shirt during a Weiss concert DVD. (I want that shirt!)
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They meet at the gate to the mosh pit. Nagi and Jei come together because Jei’s mom couldn’t get a flight in, and Nagi didn’t want to invite someone random. Schuldig comes with a friend, Akira, who he met during his latest movie shoot. They’re let in by security guards and fight their way to the foot of the stage. Many of the fans here aren’t used to celebrities in their midst, but there are enough famous faces and security guards in the pit to keep them from going crazy.
The lights dim about a minute after they arrive at their chosen spots. Schuldig turns to Nagi and grins. “Are you ready for this?”
Nagi grins back, eyes dancing. “I don’t think you’re ready,” he shoots back.
But Schuldig’s learned all the words to the singles and suffered (ok, maybe not suffered) through three more taped interviews and two more in magazines. He is so ready.
The announcer blares over the loudspeaker. Schuldig barely hears him-he is watching Nagi, the most serious teenager he has ever met, practically bouncing in anticipation.
And then the lights go crazy and so does the mosh pit. Schuldig even shouts with the crowd when the opening bars of ‘Velvet Underworld’ sound. Nagi grabs Schuldig’s arm, squeezes, and points.
“Yeah, I see him.” Schuldig shouts to be heard over the screams. He shoots a last glance at the boy onstage wearing black hot pants, and turns his attention to the redhead in the tight, artfully ripped Engrish T-shirt, and the blonde in the blue top showing off a muscular midriff. Now this is what Schuldig came here to see.
Or at least, that’s what he thinks until Ran “The Voice” Fujimiya opens his mouth to sing.
…And then rips the mic off its stand and slides down the pole like some kind of exotic dancer.
Mein Gott.
Schuldig momentarily forgets the words, and that he is capable of speech, or really anything that isn’t shouting incoherently in apprec-in fucking lust. To be sure, his dick is now paying close attention to The Voice.
Nagi jostles Schuldig and winks. Schuldig is too electrified to care. He resumes singing-sings every word-and watches Ran shake his ass, dance up on Yohji (Gott that was an image!), ruffle Ken’s hair (Ken didn’t like that, prompting a laugh from Akira), and share his mic with Omi. At one point, Ran gets on his knees and leans over the pit. Schulidg thinks he might’ve thoroughly embarrassed himself had it not been for Ran’s totally shitty choice in doing that on the other end of the stage.
The song ends with all of Weiss posing center stage together, holding the last note, and then turning and striding offstage to thunderous applause.
Schuldig might have screamed himself hoarse. Might have.
Maybe.
Thank Gott he’s not presenting.
The four actors part ways and go back to their seats when the performance ends. Schuldig takes off his jacket in his seat and loosens his tie.
“You look flushed,” Akira says. He glances quickly down at Schuldig’s jacket-covered lap.
Schuldig leers. “I want him,” he hisses in Akira’s ear.
“Who, Ken?” Akira frowns. “Cos that one’s mine.”
Schuldig nudges Akira and pulls away. “Oh, you can have ‘im,” he says. “But The Voice?” He leans back over and grins possessively. “Yeah, mine.”