The Titans

The Fall of Maria

"You got the tickets?"
"Yes."
"You got your phone?"
"Yes."
"Jacket? A coat to keep you warm?" 
"Yes, mama. I have everything, you dont have to worry."
"I'm sorry Marco, it's just that you haven't gone out this late before.."

Mia, Marco's mother, chewed her fingernails as Marco waited for Sasha to pick him up. She was a short woman, dark hair like her sons and freckles like his too. She was the mother to 4 children, Marco being her oldest. She was in her late 40s but still acted like a child sometimes.

"Mia, he'll be fine," Marco's father, Antonio, put his large hand on his wife's shoulder, smiling at his son. Antonio was where Marco got his physical build from. Tall and broad, strong jaw and a round nose. They were almost identical apart from Antonio's greying hair. 
"It's only a small club, right, Marco?" 
"Right." Marco nodded.
"Then all is good! Don't die and don't get shit-faced and we're sorted." Antonio grinned, earning a laugh from Marco and a slap on the arm from his wife, saying something about his foul language.

The conversation was cut short as Sasha pulled up outside and honked her car's horn. Marco winced at the loud noise, hoping it didn't wake his brothers or sisters. He kissed his mother goodbye and fist-bumped his dad as he left the small house. 

"Ready to go jam?" Armin asked as Marco climbed into the back seat of Sasha's old car. 
"Let's go see us some talented beauties!" Sasha cheered as she pulled out of her parked space on the pathway. 
"Please don't get us kicked out by distracting them with your over enthusiasm.." Marco muttered, only to be covered by Sasha's laughter. Tonight was going to be good.

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"Shit shit shit shit," Sasha muttered over and over again, trying to get through the traffic. 
"Calm down Sasha," Marco said softly, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. 
"We're going to be late," She stressed.
"It's fine, Sash. We're not that far behind schedule. We've got 15 minutes to get there, just calm and drive carefully." Marco reasoned. It seemed to work too as Sasha's shoulders seemed to relax. Armin was talking to his grandpa on the phone, letting him know that he was safe and would get there on time. 

Upon looking, Marco could see that they had all dressed up. Sasha was wearing a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans with a chain on the side along with a black, lace top and a white jacket. Armin was wearing his classic blue Converse with dark blue skinny jeans and finished with a green shirt opened over a soft yellow T. 
Marco had gone a bit further with his style. He wore his only pair of black jeans with his black converse but wore a white T covered by a baby blue blazer that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His papa had helped mess his hair up a little so it didn't look strange for a gig and his mama had given him a pair of dog-tags with his name on, a present to celebrate his first gig of many. 

"Finally!" Sasha cheered as the traffic started moving again.

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"You guys ready for this?" Jean asked as his hair was being played about with by a group of strange stylists he had just met. They had all refused to wear the costumes but the stylists begged that they did their make up and hair. To Jean's delight, the make up had only consisted of foundation crap and some brown eye shadow. Mikasa had more, however, being a full out make over with eyebrows and fake eyelashes. She didn't look like herself but she looked good.

"As ready as you are, Horse face," Eren replied, earning himself a soft smack from Jean's stylist saying that he looked nothing like a horse. "Ow, okay, sorry." 
"Yes, we're ready," Mikasa agreed as the women around her straightened her black hair.
"I'm ready to meet some hot babes!" Connie chimed, having been done with his make up and not having hair to be styled to begin with.
"Connie, you're here to play, not check out the audience." Jean sighed, admiring his hair in the mirror. It wasn't completely slicked back but it was a good amount of messy, and tidy to give off a rock singer look. However, the hairspray shit made the colour look more grey than it was which he didn't appreciate.
"Shh, K. Let me have fun," Connie snickered.