𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐕.

— I definitely recommend listening to 'surfing with the alien - joe satriani" to understand the vibe I have for how they perform. it'll be worth it.

When soundcheck ended, I pushed everything back into the dressing room and began to get ready for the actual concert. I tried to avoid the band at all costs, especially Hobie. After that little act, he was messing up the strings and singing the wrong notes.

It didn't take long for me to be back at the hotel, the outfit on that Vanity made for me and back at the venue just in time to be bombarded with Ares suddenly telling me that the band doesn't want to change their outfits, by an unanimous decision and I could sit front row instead. I was livid, not by the fact I worked hard on everything to get this done, but because it felt like I was played in my face by the whole band instead.

The door to the dressing opened, in walking Ares with a headset on and a lanyard outstretched towards me.

"You good?" She asks, the show about to start at any moment.

"Yeah, fuck it." I stand and nod.

"Great. We assigned you a new security guard, Miguel, he is going to be with you during the tour. He was appointed by Hobie for some reason, maybe he feels bad about being a dick." She directs before shutting the door.

"I doubt that, maybe he is a hired killer." I mumbled.

The closer we got to the stage, I heard the sounds of the crowd getting louder and louder. Security started directing me out, four of them but no signs of Miguel since they were wearing name tags. I walked through the hallways like an A-list celebrity being directed towards where I needed to be at. Every step I took, the bigger the vibrations were becoming from the cheers. I gulped, nervous tingling down my spine as I was headed out the side and down the steps to stand front row in front of the pits.

This was only a one time opportunity, the other times for the concert I would be backstage and could only watch on a tv they provided for us back there.

The audience behind me cheered for a band that I just started recognizing as a high profile group, my hands bare as they rested at my side. I was totally amazed at the full stadium, everyone just losing their minds like a thousand little Monique's in one room.

Suddenly I heard a guitar start playing, the lights cutting off. My attention was to look up at the closed curtain. It was an electric guitar riff that was soloing behind the curtains. The screaming got intensively louder, the thumping of the speakers making my chest thump.

The guitar solo was played by Rico, no doubt. She was the smoothest when it came to playing the guitar and since she was Hobie's right hand, there was no denying who that was. The solo was very intricate and skillful.

The curtains opened and the LED lights shone down on the whole band, the guitar playing by of course, Rico, front and center. The amount of male screams got even louder if impossible.