Ice Mountain Love

Chapter 1

It was the day before school started and you decided it was best to spend your last day strolling around town. You walked around town, just window shopping due to the fact that you forgot your wallet at home and thus, too lazy to go retrieve it unless you actually saw something you wanted to buy. You suddenly hear the sound of music playing from an old studio just a few stores down. You questioned if you should go in or not, your sheer curiosity gets the best of you and you go into the old abandoned studio.

Dust surrounds the studio as you question who on earth would actually play in this dusty old place, you doubt any of the studio equipment actually works. The people playing must've brought their own. Walking further forward as the music guides you, you see them. Five men playing in a band together. You stay quiet as you listen and watch from a distance. On the keyboard was a tall blonde man who looked elegant, like a prince. His blonde hair fit his face perfectly and his hands moved across the keyboard as fast as lightning strikes, it was like he was only hitting air and not the notes at all. Near him towards the back is another man who looks young and frail, his exterior is the complete opposite of what you'd picture someone playing the drums to look like. He has silky burgundy locks that slide down his face and is shoulder length. He looks nothing like someone who would play the drums. If anything, he looks like he would attend school like yourself. He hits the drum as if he's been doing it for years. The bangs and rattles of the symbols follow a loving rhythm that only someone who knows how to play the actual instrument could possibly create.

Your eyes fall on the guitarist and bass player, however you take a brief interest in them due to them seeming more vibrant and different compared to the other two. Their instruments look so similar, but the way they play and the people playing them make them so different. The bass player has light brown, long hair and looks so mature that he must be the oldest and possible leader of the group. Meanwhile, the guitarist near him looks like he's only in the band to pick up girls. His bright red hair is the complete opposite of the bass player. In contrary, the bass player looks cool and collected while the guitarist radiates loud and extravagant. He looks like someone who'd be able to help you in a bad situation, while the red haired guitarist looks more as if he caused the it. But all though they appear different their fingers move in rhythm with the other, playing a different note and bouncing off each other in perfect harmony.

All the instrumental players are in perfect sync with each other and you've never heard something so marvelously amazing at all in your (age number here) years of life. Finding yourself nearly lost in the music, your attention is grasped once more when you spot him. A man with shaggy, dark brown hair and glasses. He sings into the microphone and has the voice of what you deemed to be an angel. You watch him in wonder as you listen to his lyrics and fall into a trance. It's a rock song, a genre you don't listen too all to often and isn't your favorite, but you don't care. It sounds amazing in your ears and you don't want it to end. You don't want this moment to end as you keep your gaze on the man's broad shoulders and flushed skin.

The song ends and you've forgotten that you're the only one there. Thus, beginning to stand and clap for them. The members turn around and look at you. The guitarist blinks.

"Oh look, we have a fan here." He booms, earning a blush from you. He smirks. "Hey there little lady, why don't you come up and meet the band."

The heat radiating off your cheeks can say it all; your face was flushed red. You stood, dumbfounded, but felt your legs move on their own as you walk up the steps of the stage.

"What's your name." The guitarist asks you.

"Y/N" you respond in a gentle voice filled with a small shakiness.

"Well, Y/N. I'm Akito, the leader of Ice Mountain." He smirks and shakes your hand. "The little midget on the drums is Natsuki."

"I'M NOT A MIDGET, YOU JERK!" You hear, who you assume is Natsuki yell, as Akito snickers.