SEDUCTIVE | t.k.

sixteen

the bands next concert since the last was tonight. viktoria should've been buzzing in excitement, yet she was dreading it. she didn't want to see alice, everywhere tom was alice was. they had officially began dating two weeks ago, or a week after ilya questioned viktorias attraction. it was hell, not just for the platonov siblings but the entire band. she was like a permanent groupie. the kissing, jokes, and discernible touching was happening every hour of the day.

viktoria decided to get ready at home with ilya instead of the venue. ilya was afflicted he missed viktorias first concert, so he really tried to make it up for her. letting her do his makeup, driving her, taking photos for her, and  partying with her after.

viktoria wore a "i'm a sucker for guys in eyeliner" a irony of bill. she wore a sheer lace dark red skirt, her black thong visible through the skirt. the lace clashing with the thigh high sheer black stockings she wore. she wore her new shoes her father has bought her as a present for doing so well in school and the band. maison margiela black tabi platform loafers. she looked stupid, yet somehow in the most captivating way. her makeup a smoky light grey, her eyes brow freshly plucked, her full lips lined and filled with a beautiful mauve brown, her face chiseled. she looked like a rockstar.

ilya on the other hand, wore a "bass players do it deeper" shirt. a small known fact, other than boxing he was a great bass player. he wore dark blue - green washed baggy jeans, sitting low on his waist they created a sort of crop top like outfit. his hair was freshly dyed due to viktorias request, she had painted faint pink cheetah print. if you looked far away, it seemed all pink - yet the closer you are, you could see the distinct print. his shoes were chunky black loafers. his usual gold bracelets, chains, and rings littering his body.

when the siblings finally entered the venue, it was packed. it was a cool venue, a club/bar of sorts. there was a club aspect of it, after the band played it turned into a nightclub. though in the times it wasn't, it was a venue for bands or a bar for old bikers to drink.

as they entered the green room, to no surprise was tom and alice almost fucking on the couch. his hands up her shirt, his shirt off, her hands down his pants. ilya coughed, both of them looking up to see the siblings staring at them in obvious disgust.

"did you scare everyone out because you can't keep it in your pants for a second tom" viktoria questioned her tone littered in disgust. yet deep down she was tired, she shouldn't be attracted when he treats everyone around him like shit.

"don't be mad you can't get any dick platonov" he replied lazily putting his shirt back on, alice looking at viktoria in a smug smirk.

"you better watch your mouth kaulitz!" ilya warned walking over to tom. though viktoria held him back, knowing a fight won't solve anything.

"don't. he's not worth it ilyukha" viktoria mumbled seeing ilya visibly shaking in anger at the disrespect.

"too bad you're brothers the only one who can protect you" alice mumbled as she walked pass viktoria on the way out to the room, hitting her shoulder in the process. and right then and there viktorias anger was through the roof. ilya looked back at her to see his sister looking so blankly in anger. her breathing heavy and forced as red was burning on her face.

she stormed out of the room as they were called backstage. ilya calling after her in no avail. she met up with the rest of the band, knew she she should've practiced and gotten here early but the whole interaction justified her tardiness.

"good to see you vik!" bill said hugging the seething girl sweetly, not realizing she was about to snap at any second.

"you too" she gritted out, before the we're introduced and walked on stage.

tom strung a note, the sound vibrating through her. bills singing filled her head, before her hands began playing the notes. it was harder than before, her guitar was loud, rough, and distorted even more than what it should be. her mind was racing, to keep up on the chords not getting lost in her anger. she looked to the crowd to see everyone dancing and screaming the lyrics. it made her slightly happier, glad there were people who were here to see them as a band. she shouldn't let band problems change the way they see them.

so she walked over to bill, her back against his as she learned forward, his back more backwards, resting on the arch of her back. her solo was coming, and so as bill leaned back up she did too. her strumming became more violent, messier in a sense. the power chords playing off each other as she played. she soon began the riff, it was long and overly complicated. basically a way to show off, though sadly tom had his own that started right as hers ended. they blended beautifully, he starts right where she left off. so when hers ended, his began. it was hard, the first few chords then became soft for bill. it was a beautiful song ruined by banter.