Unexpected Attraction ~ A Neko~Zane and Travis Fanfiction || #Wattys2017

Chapter 4

~Zane's POV~

The screaming and cheering of fans fills my ears as I pump my fists in the air. I adjust my microphone headset and take a deep breath. "How's everybody doin' tonight?" I say into the mic. I am greeted with more incoherent screams. "Alright alright, now I hear that Phoenix Drop is where my biggest fan base is, so all of you better make me believe it!" I say. I bask in the applause for a moment, then yell, "Let's do this!" My back-up dancers and I begin our routine, and I start my hit single, 'Badlands'. 

The flashin' lights, the ash and smoke, the screams, the way they make me choke, 

My eyes they sting, my ears they ring, can't feel my legs or anything, 

The shrieks for help, the cries of pain, they are comin' in suicidal waves, 

Where is the calm, where is the peace, someone please just make it stop.

 Is there such a thing, as a guardian angel,

Is there such a thing, as the eye of the storm,

Please give me some salvation in the midst of this devastation,

My calloused hands can do nothing in the badlands. 

I hear the shouts, I hear the death, I hear the sound of my last breath,

Demon's inside, oh where to hide, demolition on every single side,

My skin, it bleeds, my head, it screams, 

My heart feels weak, but I continue to stand.

Is there such a thing, as a guardian angel,

Is there such a thing, as the eye of the storm, 

Please give me some salvation in the midst of this devastation,

My calloused hands can do nothing in the badlands.

The world needs to come to realization, before it causes the end of creation,

Please stop the war, please stop the senseless fighting,

The fire, the flood, please the need to pause is dire,

You may call destruction progress, but can't you see the distress,

Death, has no limit, no stops of hesitation, not in your eyes, 

A moment of silence is all I ask, my brain is on overdrive.

Is there such a thing, as a guardian angel,

Is there such a thing, as the eye of the storm, 

Please give me some salvation in the midst of this devastation,

My calloused hands can do nothing in the badlands.

My calloused hands can do nothing in the badlands.

As I finish the song, the crowd erupts into a screaming mob. I stand, posed in the final position of the routine, panting for air. I smile widely under my mask, and then I say, "Alright, I think the next one you guys will enjoy, it's a little something new, that I like to call, 'Secrets'.