Cold Brew | narusasu

SEVEN

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"There's more people here than the last time we performed," Kiba mumbles anxiously, closing the curtain that separates the main stage from the back, their equipment in position and ready to go. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

Sakura groans from her position sat in front of a smudged up mirror, thoughtlessly touching up her heavily applied eyeliner and mascara. Her hair hangs by her shoulders in a slick-back fashion, causing the black under-dye of her hair to stick out for once. "You and your silly stage fright. Relax. You're a good bassist, and you've never messed up."

"Yeah, but I could." He frowns. Kiba, unlike the rest of them, didn't have any particular aversions to the rock-style they all sported. The skater boy found himself to be a lot more comfortable in baggy jeans and oversized t-shirts or sweaters that ranged across all colors. Though he loved the bass, and he loved creating music with his roommates, even if they didn't always see eye to eye.

"Thoughts like that will manifest failure," Gaara smoothly recites, his pale finger poking at the nose of his shorter roommate, who glares at him. "Are you going to get like this every time?"

"Probably," the dog boy admits with a sweat drop, burying his face in his hood and closing it up with the strings. "They like you guys because you have 'the look.' I'm just the poser bassist."

"Oh my god," the voice of their blonde friend interrupts their banter, their heads snapping towards the direction of his voice in curiosity. Barely anything surprises the man anymore, so whatever it is, has to be good. "He's here."

"Who?!" Sakura nearly busts her ass springing from her chair to see what Naruto's looking at from the corner of the curtain, her boots creating heavy sounds against the wooden floor. Almost pushing Naruto aside, she shifts her head beneath his, following his gaze to be met with the face of the man she'd seen just the day before. "That Cold Brew guy." A mischievous grin paints her face. "I knew it! You have a thing for him, don't you?!"

Naruto pulls away from the curtain with a loud sigh, tossing his weight onto a ripped up, red suede couch with his head in his hands. "How can I not?! Look at him! He's perfect!"

"Right, you've always had a thing for the gloomier ones." Kiba adds, both him and Gaara having moved beside Sakura to checkout the new flame that had captured their roommate's interests. Standing around all monotone, dressed in dark wash jeans and a white, koi-print button up with a black long-sleeve underneath "He's attractive—I'll give him that. But he looks so out of place here."

Gaara deadpans, side-eyeing the brown haired male beside him, clad in a red, yellow, and green baja hoodie, baggy light blue jeans, and brown D&G high-tops. "Kiba, you look out of place here."

"So, what's the big deal? Just talk to him after the show, invite him to the afterparty." The pinkette shrugs, smacking the bit of lipgloss she'd just applied to her black-lined lips. "You know, you're usual go-to for flirting around."

The blonde purses his lips, running a hand over the devil-horned beanie keeping his spiky hair down. "No, I won't do that. He's different." Then he realizes something important suddenly, springs up to his feet with a gasp and look of horror as his band mates stare at him in confusion, already use to his dramatics. "I don't even know his name, Sakura! What am I gonna do?!"

"You like this guy that much and you don't even know his name?!" Kiba shouts.

"It's never come up!" He exclaims, tutting out his arms covered in black fishnets and black spiky bracelets. He wore their signature white band shirt as a cropped tee, ripped up black skinny jeans that seemed to be held together by sewn in patches of different kinds, rolled up over a pair of thick spiky combat boots.

Sakura stares at him, dumbfounded. "You're an idiot, Naruto. You never thought to ask?!"

"Say your prayers, kids! Show time!" When the backstage manager announces their fate, Kiba nearly throws up in his own mouth at the thought of having to perform in front of actual living human beings again.

Sakura nudges the brunette with his hands over his mouth. "Make it through the set without missing a chord and I'll treat you to Korean BBQ next Friday."

The brunette inhales a sharp breath of courage before nodding.

As they all pile onto the stage, the crowd becomes wild with energy, already screaming and throwing their arms out for their beloved band, or perhaps just the music itself. When Naruto finally makes it to his position behind a microphone, his eyes meet the stark black orbs of his favorite regular, a twinkle in his eyes despite the facade of apathy, and he gives him the biggest grin he can manage.

"How's everybody doing tonight?!" He screams, an incomprehensible slew of responses emerging amongst the crowd as the band begin playing their instruments. "Our name is RELAPSE, and things have been really hard for us recently. So I wanna see everyone going absolutely feral in here! LET'S FUCKING TEAR SHIT UP!"

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