The Bittersweet Thorns Of Revenge

Chapter Three: The Concert

Just 1 hour until the concert, Tom thought to himself. The pressure of teaching had merged with the stress of the concert, with Tom being the perfectionist he believed he was, the expectations were at an all time high. 15 minutes now. Tom could hear the crowd screaming, they were screaming for help, drowned out by the sound of gunshots but Tom couldn't care less. He was popular, finally.

"Tom, the concert's starting, you need to be on the stage now."

Tom bolted as fast as he could towards the stage, took one last deep breath, and took the final step. He gripped the microphone tight as he delivered his speech.

"Um, um..... um, well hello w w welcome to-"

"Get on with it, this replaced the Taylor Swift concert that was originally meant to happen."

"Can I get a refund?"

"SHUT UP YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHITS" screeched Tom.

"Waaaaaaa" screamed some ungrateful little shit.

"Thank you for coming to the first and only concert of the Redemption & Justice Tour, I hope you enjoy the music."

The speakers boomed with the improved beat of I'm Here Now (I'm Better Alone), it was still a train wreck, but it was definitely an improvement. Then the worst happened. Tom not only came in late, but he also had a voice cracke. He was 11 tones out! The crowd was holding in a massive wave of laughter. Tom also stuttered, "Y y you t thought that y youuu wou wou wou wou wiiiiiiin b but you tasted de de def ff feat."

"GET OFF THE STAGE TOM, YOU AIN'T READY FOR ME!!!"

Tom's microphone and audio cut off, confusing him greatly. Suddenly, the lights focused on another figure opposite him. It must be Lom, Tom thought. He was wearing Tom's tour outfit, as well as some crappy mask of his face. Tom was livid. This was his one chance to prove he was superior, and yet the pressure was too much. To Tom's dismay, Lom picked up a mic, and shouted:

"WHAT IS UP TOM'S ACOUSTIC FANS, TIME TO SHOW YOU REAL MUSIC!!!"

The crowd erupted into applause, they were finally getting their money's worth. The hypnotic Harmonia played, and Tom knew what was coming next. It was absolutely horrendous for Tom. The diss track was performed flawlessly, even better than the studio version. To make things worse, Lom rubbed it in by saying "Tommy, You Gonna Cry?" Tom had been utterly humiliated. He burst into tears, having a tantrum on the floor. Then, Lom sang That Little Boy, and Tom had completely broken down mentally, it was truly pitiful. Then, Lom shouted:
"TOM, STOP BEING ACOUSTIC!!!"

"I'M GONNA FREESTYLE ON YOU!!!"

"Tom, do you really think you're better than Lom?"

"You're like Sauvage, and I'm like Prada L'Homme."

"You're overrated as fuck, and I'm a masterpiece."

"Go away Tom, you smell like rotten cheese."
Tom screamed in agony. He had failed as a singer and as a teacher. Lots of his students had seen him throw a fit in front of a live audience. Tom sprinted to his car, crushing a few children on the way. He drove to his house, and slide tackled his child out of rage. Tom had nothing left of his reputation. It was over for him. It was all over the Oxford newspapers. Tom was in his room, at rock bottom. All was hopeless...