My Hero Academia: The Juke Box Hero

Chapter 10 / Shakin' Off The Rust

"Fire!"

Shaji shouted at the top of his lungs into the microphone that stood before him, stretching his right arm out towards the sky as the twenty one cannons behind him and his crew fired their remaining munitions.

The river behind them shook with waves like the high seas as he and his band continued to play their instruments to their hearts' content, creating uncontrollable and chaotic noise out of their individual sound systems.

But even with all the deafening sounds and the amalgamation of colors that blinded his vision, Shaji could faintly hear the audience's cheers and applause.

All of these faces... oh, how he would pay thousands just to see their faces right now. To see the looks of amazement, wonder, and shock as he and his band played their sound. A sound that no one else played until they- he -came along.

Man... Hopefully he could find some reaction videos from YouTubers watching the concert's stream tomorrow morning.

As the last chords of his secondhand cherry red Gibson SG and his band mates- blood brothers -instruments echo out from the wall of amplifiers and speakers behind them, the cannons fire one last barrage to signal the five-hour-long performance finally coming to an end.

"We salute you Singapore!"

Shaji shouts out into the microphone before collapsing down onto his knees, his well of adrenaline finally running dry and exhaustion taking over.

Despite this however, he still manages to keep his head up, gazing upon the sea of people in front of him as the colors begin to fade. How couldn't he beam with pride at the sight?

Finding whatever strength he had left within him, he brings up his right arm one last time before doing a sign of the horns gesture with it, throwing his head back and flinging the sweat in the same direction in the process.

This only got the crowd to cheer even louder than ever before.

He stayed stuck in that position for a few minutes, staring up at the moon and starry sky above him with a proud smile spread wide across his face.

As his strength slowly starts to return to him, he blinks a couple of times before deciding to take a look at his surroundings.

He turns to his right, watching as Perumal sets aside the many instruments he had used throughout the performance and slinging his guitar to try his back. Even with the sunglasses he wore, that smirk of pride easily showed how he felt about the moment.

He turns to his left, watching Yi hold his bass close to his body and taking a small bow towards the crowd. Despite being stoic and expressionless as ever, Shaji saw right through the bassist, knowing full well he was gleeful with the results of their performance.

He bends his back backwards and glances upwards to see Umar, jumping over his drum kit and throwing all the remaining drumsticks he had into the sea of people. The nonsensical shouts he made easily gave away how he felt.

That was when Shaji suddenly flinched, feeling someone grab onto his shoulder and shake. He turns his head and meets Perumal's.

"Come on, Golden God,"

He says with a teasing tone, bringing his left hand forward as it holds onto the neck of Shaji's sunburst Fender Stratocaster.

"It's time for your curtain call."

Shaji chuckles softly at his tone, breathing out a sigh as he straightens his back. He rolls his eyes at the name. He really brought it onto himself this time, huh?

"Yeah yeah, I know."

He chuckles again, getting up onto his feet and snatching his second guitar out from his grip.