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THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME. You had been practicing for two and a half months with your drummer friend so you could be here.
After your mom funeral you stayed over at the Bakugou's because you apparently fell asleep in their car.
The next morning you both talked about the plan for the concert because your original reason for playing wasn't the same.
You still wanted to play because that's what your mom would have wanted, but the question was what will you do with the money?
In the end it was decided if you win, or in Bakugou's case when, you'd donate the money to the hospital. You didn't want other people to go through what you did.
And even thought Bakugou first wanted some of the money he said you could do what you wanted with it. That day you went back to your house to practice all day since then.
A week had passed and that led you to where you were now. Standing backstage with your electric guitar hanging around your neck.
You stared into the mirror as your face was burning hot. You'd performed thousands of time but never in front of this many people.
This was an actual concert! How the hell did this happen to you. It seems like only yesterday you'd meet Bakugou.
It also seemed like only yesterday you'd fallen for him.
Bakugou was walking around backstage trying to look for you because you went on in twenty minutes. He soon gave up on backstage and went to the dressing rooms.
He walked into your personal one only to find you looking in the mirror. He'd never seen you dressed like that before so it put a large pink tint in his face.
Your hair was all done up while you had barely any makeup on. Your outfit defined your body and matched your aesthetic perfectly.
Bakugou was wearing a plain black T-shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans.
You notice him and turned around. "Do I look that bad?!" you yelled.
"The fuck to do you mean?! Your ass looks good!" Now it was your turn to blush.
