God forbid I'm seen just as an AVERAGE human being

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TWs: Arguing and briefly taking things out on other people. Stay safe :)

The flashing lights. The roaring of the crowd as they screamed his name.

He loved every moment.

All eyes were on him, and him alone.

The sweat glistened on his forehead by the end of it, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he raised his right hand, making a peace sign, signaling the end of the show.

He rushed backstage, already hearing his precious fans yell for an encore. He grinned as he pulled on a denim jacket with a green logo and lettering on the back.

Reduce
Reuse
Recycle

He let out a breath, running a hand through his blue and green hair before turning around-

And meeting the eyes of his manager.

"Mr. Earth-"

"Please, call me Terra. The fans love it." Earth smirked, pulling finger guns, "Speaking of, I should be getting out there and singing the encore."

His manager frowned, "Right, and speaking of 'Terra', we really should have a talk about your... image."

Earth scoffed, crossing his arms, "My image? What does that mean?"

"Your songs don't reflect you whatsoever. I mean, staying true to yourself is a good message, however, you..."

"I...?"

"You aren't true."

"Excuse me?" Earth's eyes twitched.

"Don't get me wrong-"

"You are wrong! What do you know that I don't? You're just my manager, you're supposed to take notes and make my schedules, that's all." Earth yelled, making his way to the door, "You know nothing!"

"Don't forget the microphone, Mr. Terra!" A stage assistant walked up to him, handing him a headworn microphone.

"Thanks," Earth grumbled, adjusting the wire.

"Chin up, Terra! I'm sure everything will be a-okay!"

Earth raised an eyebrow, semi-glaring at the strange assistant, "And how do you know that?"

"I've been told I'm very optimistic, but I just look on the bright side of life!"

'That's... the same thing.' Earth thought. One glance at the stage hand's name tag had him even more puzzled, 'His tag is upside down...'

"Anyway, better get out there before the crowd starts throwing food."

"Right." Earth huffed before putting on his signature smile.

"Good luck!"

"Ha! I don't need luck." Earth winked before placing sunglasses on his face and entering the stage.

The hollering of the crowd immediately filled his ears, making him gain confidence as he strode to the front of the stage.

He tapped the mic, "Are you ready-"

The cheers got louder, reaching their limit within the building.

"For an encorrrrreeeeee!?"

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"Man, that was a rush!" Earth laughed, grabbing a nearby towel on the rack to wipe his forehead. He leaned down to grab his water bottle.

"Mr. Earth."