It felt like an electric pulse swirling throughout his body. As if he were floating on clouds, dreamlike almost. Despite it not being his first concert the feelings of nostalgia always linger.
The screams, posters with his name in big bold letters, faces of millions looking at him with admiration their eyes sparkling so beautifully.
It was every artist's dream. to have people attending their shows, listening to them, chanting their names as if were a spell, and seeing different faces of ethnicities, races backgrounds to them, it made life worth living.
That's what he believes.
A thin layer of sweat shined on his face as he looked at the audience. Today was his last show in Miami. He loved performing in Miami because of the amount of love and energy he received.
The audience was screaming his name waiting for him to do something in anticipation. Yuta held the microphone, the lights gleaming onto the many rings that adorned every finger "How are we feeling tonight?" He asks while looking at the audience.
He looked ethereal...ungodly almost. his tan skin shimmered under the light. His long wavy hair glimmered under the bright lights. The rhinestone studded leather jacket sparkled making him look like a dark angel. The nose piercing was just the cherry on top as well as the few tattoos that littered his skin.
Fans screamed in response causing him to let out a chuckle "Glad to hear that." His expression soon grew still as he followed with "So tonight is the last performance here in Miami, and we're gonna make it the best." With that being said the guitarist began with an intense fast rhythm accompanied by drumming.
All the shit you put me through.
Still, what's left in my head.
Are the things that never got emptied out.
Just trash rolling around.
Yuta knew the lyrics from the back of his hand. hell, as it was one of his biggest hits to date. The words poured out like a heavy drug the crowd instantly getting high off of it. his eyes were closed as he sang his heart out the song buzzing throughout his body.
On a stained dirty carpet.
Behind a dried-out cup.
I've been doing okay yeah
This is my vacation.
His eyes slowly snapped open as he looked at the crowd. He spotted a girl who was staring at him with wide eyes. She continued to jump for joy while waving a poster that read 'Hot girls love Yuta!'. He smiles at her before continuing the song.
He hadn't even realized that he sang half of the song already getting lost in the music, the feeling was not new to him so when he walked closer to the crowd mic in hand he yelled "Now I want you guys to sing this part with me." He then abandons the mic stand and walks into the crowd singing the lyrics, giving it his all as they sang with him.
He didn't care if his manager was gonna be on his ass due to the stunt he just pulled. He'll deal with that later like he always did. Right now it was between him and his fans.
The concert eventually ended as he nor his fans didn't want to go but everything must come to an end. He sat in his limo tired from previous events yet still feeling adrenaline course throughout him. Oh, how he couldn't until the next tour.
