"Shark Bait"
The first thing that popped up on my screen was a literal shark bait—I always thought their band name sounded funny. As I scrolled down, I saw a music video by the band that I was looking for entitled Words Of Heaven. After a 2 annoyingly long ads, I was immediately shown guitar strings with someone's hand playing it with black nails playing.
It zooms out to a familiar looking guy.
From the dark clothing, make-up, silver chains, and silver studded wristbands, his purple hair and red eyes stood out to me more.
Yep—its Kaizo. The guy who Aiko watched on his phone because they were live streaming.
What would it feel like if I watch them play in person?
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Logan's POV
I just got a message from noodle head that he'll be buying the tickets. It's ironic that he's never been into these "chaotic" events, yet casually walks pass street fights. That happened once outside a restaurant we went to before. He just pulled my arm before leaving the place as if nothing's going on.
That was one crazy night.
It's 6:10 am, and I gotta go to work.
I need to get to the bus stop early— the one that I take changed routes yesterday. I got to the restaurant on time, and Ramen was parking his bike on the side of the wall, "Morning, Ram!" I greeted him with a smile while waving at him.
I ducked my head down when I saw a messenger drone flew above me. Probably delivering mail to the apartment building above us, "So, how've you been? Are the kids tiring you that much?" I asked.
"They're doing good. They're at school right now." he answers with a soft smile on this face, "But damn, my back hurts...I feel like I slept in a weird position last night." he groans while I watch him arch his back to stretch, his hands placed on the bottom of his spine.
"Just keep stretching, you'll be fine." I responded and we eventually walked inside, put on our aprons, and start to get to it.
Everything's going great today.
I'm serving this table, but I couldn't help but look behind me. There's a group of 4 women who were giggling like high schoolers while seemingly looking at something.
Or someone.
It got my attention when I turned around and saw Ramen approaching them holding his tablet. "Good afternoon, ladies. What can I help you guys with?" he asks them casually. He seem's alright—well, gotta move to another table I guess.
I glanced back at them again for a second. The girl sitting by the window with shoulder length hair seemed to become flustered. One of their friends with a bun nudged her, and whispered something into her ear.
Why do I feel like they're making fun of him?
"Is there something I can do to help?" he asks again, and he's just sounding awkward at this point.
"So...Ramen? My friend thinks you're cute, and she was wondering if she could ask for your number." What did I just hear? Him? Pulling women? Since when? And he's just standing doing absolutely nothing. They even bothered looking at his name tag.
Is might get interesting.
"O-oh! That's...nice?" Looks like it's his first time someone flirted with him. The couple behind me were also curious. I served the corner table with their dish. When I turned around the 3rd time, I saw that shy girl, the one with the shoulder length hair, stood up and took a picture with him standing very close to noodle head.

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Echoes Of The Underground
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