The Weight of Fragile Things

Found You~

"Uh...come again..?"

Tilting my shades down slightly so I could peer over the rim, I blinked up at the lanky fellow standing before me, who didn't seem at all deterred by my sceptical expression.
"I asked if you wanted to have some fun later? You look lonely, and I'll give you a good rate~" He replied in a smooth purr, leaning so his elbow was a little too close to my drink for comfort.

Only the tail end of my snort was able to be muffled with my hand when I reacted, shoulders jostling with my laugh.
"Sorry, sorry, but you're too cute." I snickered, waving him off with a limp wrist. "What are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? You shouldn't even be here, kid."

From the corner of my eye I caught his slight pout, which made him look younger still, but he didn't make any move to walk away.
"Who needs to know? Besides, I'm performing tonight. Maybe I can impress you with how I play? I'll dedicate every song to you~"

Persistent little fellow, isn't he?

Subtly picking up my drink from resting against his elbow, I pulled it to my lips, giving him a once over before readjusting my shades to cover my eyes completely again.
"By all means, impress me, but I can guarantee the most you'll be getting from me is a pat on the head, champ."

I could have sworn his powder blue spikes deflated a little, but before he could open his mouth he was seized by the arm by a woman who could only be described as some kind of grunge godess.
"Shin, quit trying to screw everything with a wallet! We're on in five!" She scolded the young man, who went with only mild fuss.

Ah, so that was probably Nana...

She certainly looked like she would be the frontman for an indie band like Black Stones. All I had really seen were a few posters precariously scattered throughout the area and heard people chatting about the gig in passing. That was why I was there. One description in particular piqued my interest.

"Oh my god, did you get a look at that drummer? He's scary!"

"I know right?! With that shaved head he looks like he runs with the Yakuza!"

I smiled to myself as I toyed with the condensation running down the side of my glass, not bothering to turn to track who was saying what. That was exactly the kind of chatter that had lured me down into this bar in the first place. I had to see for myself if my suspicions were correct.

The moment the lights dimmed further, my eyes shot straight to the side of the stage. It would have been a heck of a lot easier to see if I had taken my shades off, but I didn't even consider the possibility because I was far too focused. It didn't help that I was also right at the very back of the venue.

Slowly, as though they owned the stage and all that surrounded it, the members of Black Stones came into view. I held my breath, trying to see through the standing wave of excited fans that had their arms raised between myself and the stage.

"NOBU IS SO HOT, OH MY GOD!"

"THAT BASSIST, HOLY SHIT, HE'S SO COOL!"

"NANA! NANA, YOU ROCK!"

"YASU!"

There he was.

Taller, broader, older, but still so close to how I remembered him. Dressed a little more clean cut than his band mates, yet he fit perfectly amidst them, his head shaved and the stud in his nose slightly catching the overhead lights as he sat behind his drum kit.

"Found you~" I murmured to myself, smile growing wider and likely making me look no different to the screeching fans that filled the building. Of course, I was likely equally as excited, but not for the same reasons, though I couldn't deny I was curious to hear what these guys sounded like.