The Kings: A Band's Tale

Ireland Enjoyment [23]

The grand ballroom of the hotel was abuzz with activity as The Kings, now seated at a long table on a raised platform, faced an eager crowd of journalists. The band’s fourth album, Railway, Aircraft, Vehicles, had dropped the previous night, and fans and media alike were clamoring for every detail about their creative process, future plans, and—most importantly—rumors that had begun swirling since their arrival in Ireland.

Uno, seated at the center, adjusted his navy-blue suit and navy blue tie as he leaned into the microphone. His blue hair, freshly messed up with its signature green tuft, caught the warm light of the chandeliers. Denise, though not at the table, was off to the side, watching the proceedings with an amused smile.

Lance, in a sleek leather jacket over a dark green shirt, fielded a question about the band’s inspirations with ease, his usual charm on full display. Angelo leaned back in his chair, his red hoodie standing out against the formal setting, while Maury adjusted the collar of his grey turtleneck suit, looking effortlessly elegant. Matt, Lorenzo, and Sherwin—each in their own casual jackets—listened attentively as the questions rolled in.

Toward the end of the conference, a journalist in the front row raised her hand. “Uno, there’s been a lot of buzz about something that reportedly happened during your ferry ride to Ireland. Can you confirm or deny the rumor that you got engaged?”

The room fell silent, all eyes on Uno. He exchanged a quick glance with Denise, who gave him an encouraging nod from the side. Smiling, Uno leaned forward.

“I can confirm,” he began, his voice steady but filled with warmth, “that I am happily engaged to the love of my life.”

The room erupted into applause, the journalists clapping in congratulations. Uno chuckled, slightly flustered by the attention, while Lance clapped him on the back.

“That’s our guy,” Lance quipped, earning laughter from the crowd.

“Thank you,” Uno said, his blue eyes sparkling. “Denise and I are incredibly happy. It was a moment we’ll cherish forever.”

Another journalist raised his hand. “This one’s for the whole band. Your group is known for a distinctive style on and off stage. Would you say you lean more toward suits or casual wear?”

Uno laughed softly, adjusting his tie again. “It really depends on which one of us you’re asking. For me, I love suits—always have. There’s just something about a well-fitted suit that makes me feel confident.”

Lance jumped in. “I’m more of a jacket guy. I like something I can throw on that’s stylish but not too formal. Lorenzo and Sherwin are in the same boat, right?”

“Absolutely,” Lorenzo said, nodding. “Jackets are versatile. You can dress them up or down.”

Sherwin smirked. “Yeah, suits are too much effort for me. A good jacket gets the job done.”

Matt chimed in next, pulling at the strings of his hoodie. “Hoodies all the way for me. I like being comfortable, and hoodies are perfect for long sessions in the studio.”

“Same,” Angelo added, grinning. “Plus, they’re great for drumming. No restrictive sleeves.”

“And then there’s me,” Maury said with a sly smile, gesturing to his turtleneck suit. “The wildcard. I think turtlenecks are underrated. They’re sophisticated and a bit mysterious.”

The room chuckled at their banter, the dynamic between the band members shining through effortlessly.

After a few more questions, The Kings finished the conference and split up to their seperate rooms.