Musicians and Love

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Typical days usually have typical ends, right?

Well, not today. As I was finishing up with packing my backpack up after school my friend Yuma practically tackles me saying I have to go with her to a concert. I shrugged in indifference to the idea, seeing as I lived alone. Yuma was pretty strange for a girl her age, she was a genius who never acted like one. She was about a half a foot shorter than me, I guess it made it somewhat easier to make eye contact with her.

She said we should stop by my place on the way to the concert, so we could get out of our uniforms. Again, I didn't really mind. It just ment I could ditch my book leaden pack at home sooner rather than later. Yuma skipped happily next to me as we walked to the station that would take us to my neighborhood, she at least seemed happy about this. Her black and fuchsia ombre hair bounced with each happy step, which made me question yet again how she got away with that. Our school was pretty strict about that kind of thing. While we were on the train to my place was apparently the place to start chatting.

"Ever been to a concert before?" Yuma's voice was a touch excited as she stared at me, her big Brown eyes boring holes into my head from how intensely she was staring.

"No." I answered bluntly, with a sigh I combed my fingers through my hair trying to stay in different about going out. Typically, I'd go home study, eat, then go to bed. Yeah, I know what you're thinking boring, right? So what? I only had one or two friends, and no family in this country. I came here to study.

"Then this should be a lot of fun! Blue Symphony is amazing!" Yuma was fangirling I think the term was.

"Fun... huh?" Turning to stare out the window, I heard her blow a raspberry at me like she would when she'd pout. My definition of fun differed from hers by a lot.

After reaching my neighborhood we past by a street stall selling yakisoba, Yuma's stomach growled loudly. She blushed as I glanced at her smirking, "Hungry much?"

"Oh, shuddit! I just didn't get to finish my lunch..." Promptly being cut off by her stomach again, I walked over to the stall and bought two for to-go.

"Here. You should eat it as we walk." I handed her the food along with her chopsticks, she accepted begrudgingly and mumbled her thanks.

I kept a few plastic forks in my pocket, so I took one out and ate mine while I walked ignoring the other places along the way. Soon enough though we reached my apartment building, I fished my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door mechanically almost like my normal routine. I threw my trash away as I past the trash can on my way in, yes it's a small apartment but it's just me, normally.

Yuma immediately beelined for my bathroom, presumably to change her clothes. Opening my closet I grabbed a plain black turtleneck shirt, dark grey slacks, and somewhat nice shoes. I changed quickly as I contemplated taking my contacts out and wearing my glasses for a bit. They weren't that bad to wear and they somehow made me look completely different.

Having finished with changing I waited on Yuma, who was probably doing her make up by now. Reclining on the small couch in my living room I spaced out for a bit while waiting.

When Yuma was finally done, she had her hair up in pigtails. Her outfit made it look like she was going to a rave and her make up hinted at wanting to meet a guy. She sighed when saw me, clearly disappointed in how I looked. Taking the chance I grabbed my glasses case and went to remove my contacts replacing them with my glasses.

"Well then, let's go." I ushered her out of my apartment locking the door behind us.

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Yuma had lead us to a run down looking bar, I hadn't realized this place existed in my mundane neighborhood. It looked like a place you'd see in a depraved movie of some kind. As we entered someone asked us for tickets, Yuma pointed at me as she produced two tickets. I couldn't hear her to well over the loud music that had started playing, it sounded like rock music. Feeling slightly annoyed about the headache I was going to have later, I followed Yuma in getting my hand stamped on the way.

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After a bit of dancing the band Yuma was so excited for went up on stage. They were all wearing hoodies and keeping their heads down hiding their faces. One of them was obviously a woman with how her jackets torn neckline exposed some of her chest.

One of them took the microphone in one of their hands and simultaneously flung his hood off, " Is everyone ready for Blue Symphony?"

I swear time felt like it stopped the moment his words left his lips, his white hair was wild and his eyes were a piercing red. I felt my heart begin to beat faster in my chest as I followed those red eyes as they swept across the crowd of people. His skin lacked pigmentation and under the stage lighting seemed to glow.

I wasn't even aware that the band had started playing until Yuma grabbed me pulling me up close to the stage. Up close I felt each strike of the drums, was rattled by the bass guitar, and had my breath stolen by those red eyes meeting mine as words were sung by the accompanying lips.