most likely goodies ; an update book

Band AU

I've been binge listening to My Chemical Romance for the past few hours and fuck it let's have another band au

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"We're going to be late for the soundcheck—again," Ty grunted, furiously rubbing the back of his neck. "Adam—"

"God, I'm out," Adam released an exasperated sigh as he left the bathroom. His hair was still wet, and his noticeable signature, the stupid sunglasses he had always worn, were not evident. Ty rolled his eyes. "The water's fucking disgusting."

"No shit, it's the bus supply," Ty chuckled, stretching. "The venue is just a block away, concert starts at around 9."

"And what time is it now? Where's Seto?"

"Seto—don't know what he's doing but he was early to the venue. He's practicing his bass."

"Jason?"

"Maybe doing something with his guitar."

"Tyler?"

"He's been waiting for you, now let's go, we only have like 30 minutes to rehearse the final songs."

Ty shook his head, rushing out of the hallway, or what seemed to be a hallway in the cramped tour bus, and into the "living room." Tyler sat on the couch, twirling his drumsticks from finger to finger. Adam was next to follow, his sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

"You have your contacts in?" Ty questioned.

"Yeah. Last time I almost broke them 'cause you know how I am with the drums," Tyler stood up. "Playing tonight is going to be awesome, I bet you. We sold out this time!"

"Yeah, if we don't mess up," Ty rolled his eyes. "Let's just go, we're behind on schedule."

The three nodded and headed out the tour bus.

***

"There you three are!" Seto shouted from across the stage. His blinding, sparkling bass could be spotted from miles away. "Why did it take you so long!"

"Adam likes procrastinating in the shower," Ty snickered, elbowing the other. Adam grunted, shifting aside.

"So—about tonight's plan..." Jason walked up to the three. Seto placed down his bass and was quick to follow.

"Opening act we're going to—" Adam's voice trailed off, "—play Dead!"

"Dead?" Seto questioned. "I thought we were going to play The End?"

"Shit, that's what I meant," Adam replied. "It's the same queue as the album, except with random make-outs between me and Ty. Fan service, y'know?"

"Let's start practicing."

***

Their first sold out concert was a complete mess. Adam had started singing the wrong song, and the guys, not really knowing what to do, followed along with it—barely. There was no significant notice within the crowd, however. Sloppy make-outs between Adam and Ty, Seto being almost consumed by the crowd due to his small stature, and Tyler breaking one of his drumsticks, and Jason being, well, Jason. Those were the highlights of the night.

With all the sweat they had poured out, the show finally ended. Seto sat at the side of the stage, a bruise on his right cheek and a black eye on his left. His bass was still in his hands, surprisingly. He still played the chords to Thank You For The Venom when the crowd had dissipated. Now most of the venue was empty, all besides for the other band they had opened for.

"Seto, catch!" Tyler shouted. Seto turned to look, but toppled backwards when an ice pack had decided to hit his face. Alas, now his other eye was swollen and bruised. "Shit, I missed!"

Seto grunted, standing up. Sure, he couldn't see a foot ahead of him, but he could just make out a hazy figure of people standing in front of him. He reached his hand foreword, only to feel his hand bump onto someone's chest.

"You okay there?" Seto recognized that voice.

"Oh—Brice," Seto's voice trailed off. It was the bass player of the other band.

"I liked your playing and enthusiasm, I mean you even tried to sneak off into the crowd."

"Thanks," the brunet replied. A smile stretched across his face.

"I'll be leaving now but the next venue we're playing at is in Albany—maybe we'll see each other then? Or, I'll see you then if your eyes manage to heal."

Seto chuckled, "Yeah, see you then, pal."

"Yeah—pal. You still have my number?"

"Of course. You aren't going to write a whole album about what happened in the summer, correct?"

"No guarantees. Zek is probably waiting for me, along with Bodil and Shine—so I'll be on my way. Hope to see you then!"

Seto could barely watch as the hazy figure stroll away. Another hazy figure approached him. Seto reached his hand out once more, but then felt another hand touch his. Tyler.

"You better not be falling for that bass player," Tyler huffed, bending down and picking up the ice pack. Seto frowned, crossing his arms.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"I mean—it's literally impossible."

"I can have a crush, can't I? You've liked people before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, and I still do," Tyler grunted, grabbing the brunet's bass. Taking Seto's hand, he managed to drag him across the stage and towards the exit.

"Who do you like then?" Seto frowned.

"It's none of your concern."

"That's not something the Tyler I know would say, he'd probably be like—"

"Maybe the guy I like is the one I'm standing right next to."

"Next to? We're the only two walking down this hallway. Well, as far as I can see—"

"Hell, maybe it's the guy I'm even holding hands with."