SING (Negitoro Vocafic)

Chapter 2 - Silhouette

"Len, stop stealing my seat!" Rin barks as the lights dim in the room. I shush the twins and wait quietly for the performance to start.

Teto leans over and whispers to Dell. He smiles, then pecks her on the cheek. I shake my head, disgusted. They never seem to know where the right place to be lovey-dovey is.

"Hey, Rin," Cul shifts to the side just an inch. "Where the hell did you get those tickets anyways?" Rin grins ear to ear. "I got them from someone special." Cul giggles as Rin slaps her. Classic Rin.

The house lights dim and I see a faint light coming from the stage. I silence the rest of the group, then wait excitedly in my seat.

A voice from the stage echoes, and the light on stage slowly gets brighter. The voice seems to be screaming in a faint whisper. I almost fall off my seat waiting for the performance to keep on going.

The voice gets louder and the light gets brighter. The pink light forms a silhouette, one I'm all to familiar with. The crowd is silent, all in awe.

The casted shadow forms a skinny teenage girl with long hair and a seductively high Chinese slit dress. The person also seems to have a microphone stand in front of her. The voice gets collectively slower and quieter.

Suddenly, it screams out as the lights flash a bright layer of pink everywhere. The silhouette girl is finally revealed, it's Megurine Luka. The crowd bursts out with screams. I feel wild.

The guitars wreck a chorus of yells and shouts and the drums kill the boring mood with a drumline sure to impress. The keyboard melts with the music, perfectly synchronized to the half note. The singers and backup fill the empty void of craziness with strong powerful vocals.

The crowd shouts to the beat, each hand slapping air with the innovative music. I'm the only one in the band who seems to be screaming as loud as I can.

Each light scatters around the stage like tigers wrestling to death. The bright flashes of color scream on stage for more music, a challenge the musicians seem to take eagerly. Every single one of the band members know what they're doing, and do it well.

I know every word in the song, at every pitch, so I sing along. Sometimes I meld with the death metal during solos, and sometimes I just mimic the actions while humming to myself. 

The singer, Luka, delivers a fantastic execution of vocals. Each syllable on its own seems to be known by heart, and is done perfectly. The guitarists, Lily and Kokone, know what the hell they're doing. Every amputation of the guitar wrestles for balance with the others. It's a hellish battle, but they win.

The bass, Gumi, is so deep in contrasts with the high-pitch everything else. Even though it fits perfectly, the difference is so charming it will leave your brain at ease with the chaos.

The keyboard, a girl named Merli, sounds digital and acts it too. She commits, giving a strong yet almost silent fix to the music. She's responsible for everything that isn't just blatantly said or played.

The drums, a middle-aged woman named Meiko, ties it all together. It's fascinating to look down to all the people and see the beat being broadcasted like a radio. She sounds perfectly in time and on beat, which is hard to do.

Each song is like a different chapter in the concert. Each one has a different meaning, a different style, a different idea, but they're all the same in some way. Not sure what that way is, but you can hear it in every chord and every beat.

Before I know it, the main member, Luka looks to the crowd after I know the songs are done. "Thank you, and have a wonderful night," she says dropping her mic. She and the gang walk off stage into the darkness. Everyone screams, it was so cool!

Teto looks over at me as the house lights flicker back on. "Miku, why is your face red? You should get that checked out when you come here."

A/N: Right before I wrote this chapter, I stayed up late to watch the full Netflix Bo Burnham special "Make Happy". I did it mainly because I've never seen it full before and because the third this June was the one year anniversary of it being a special. I'm a huge fan of Bo, and while quickly proofreading this, I notice I stole a bunch of things from the ending. (silhouette, mic drop, 'have a good night' etc.) Anyways, I really wanted to point that out because I'm really dumbfounded by the ending. I feel like I'm on drugs, but at the same time happy for Bo's decisions and sad because he's only once been on his Twitter for almost a year and excited because he said he's coming back and also worried because -UGGGH! I really hope on a scale from one to zero he's happy again, because I almost cried during his subtle leaving announcement. But hey, I'm ranting at 1 in the morning. What's not to love?