An Auditorium Dream

Chapter One - The Performance

George took the stage, the heavy, red velvety curtains rose to a bright glare into his eyes. There were hundreds of people to see him. He stood confident, in his baby blue cropped hood and his dark, black leather shorts. The radiant bloom of stage lighting shined upon him, making his skin sparkle in every direction. The intense scent of hairspray was wafting his nose. He perched his rounded, white sunglasses to the top of his head, to take a better view of the crowd. He marched forward on stage, leaning down towards the clamorous shrieks that were his crowd. George suddenly caught a compelling glimpse of someone in the crowd. This someone had short pale-yellow hair, that dangled just over their right eye, tucked behind a citrusy green hood. Their glimmering basil iris drew George in temporarily. He was so distracted by this crowd member that he blacked out for a split moment, before zoning back into reality.

"Welcoming the feral boys!" He cheered, waving his arms around, welcoming on three other boys each with their own unique build.

In front, a tall, well distinguished, young brunette man, who strutted on, winking at the teenage girls in the front row. He arrayed in an oversized hooded sweater, which showed a photo of orange flames and black, ripped skinny jeans. His black and white checker sneakers brought him to the front of the stage. The crowds deafening roars grew louder as this man grinned at them all.

"Sapnap everybody!" A narrating voice played over the speakers.

The beguiling man in the audience did not budge. This stranger had their eyes laid on a single man, and that man was George.

The others strutted on stage. Next was a short pale man, he wore all blue and black, with a beanie planted on the top of his black curls, with the letters; LAFD, written on the front. He pointed finger guns at the crowd and performed a twirl. The whole audiences howling enlarged. He installed himself to the left of George, at the front of the stage.

"Welcoming, Alex Quackity!" The narrator over the speaker system called out.

Finally, a tall, nicely structed boy ran onto the stage, baring colourful clothing, with a large blue swirl shape in the middle. He Mexican waved at the whole audience, as their beckoning screams grew louder and louder.

"And finally, Karl Jacobs!" The voice yelled over the audience.