Lonely Existence

Shared Venue

A/N: Thank you for your support. You are all amazing! 

CapricornKitty1975: Lol! You show her!

Lily_Da_Lemon121: Hehehe. Yugi is irresistible. 

yamitheprince: Lol! Malik is your soul animal. Lol!!! I love it!

Blackxxxxdarkness: Oh yea. Totally crushing it. 

jofisk: Yup. Was a lot of work. But yea. Worth the challenge. 

I do not own any of the songs in this chapter. Here's the list of songs in order:

"Let the Sparks Fly" by Thousand Foot Crutch
"Wild Wild Love" by Pitbull featuring G.R.L.
"On the Floor" by Jennifer Lopez featuring Pitbull
"If I Had You" by Adam Lambert
"The Way I Are" by Timberland and "Better Off Alone" by Alice Deejay remix
"Tarzan and Jane" by Toybox
"Hello Kitty" by Avril Lavigne

Thank you again for reading. Please please feed the authoress *falls to knees and reaches hand out towards you* I will starve without votes and comments. Then you will have zombie authoress. Then what you gonna do!? Who gonna update this thing?!

Anyway... I really hope you all like it! *hugs* enjoy!

Here we are doing a joint concert with the girls. I guess things could have turned out much worse. It could have been a country band instead of the girls. Also, since we are looking at the silver lining on the grey cloud, we've worked with the girls before. From what Seto informed us, the fans enjoyed the last joint concert.

The guys stand around me, stretching and doing vocal exercises. I smile, watching them. I adjust my outfit, making sure everything is in place. I finally convinced Malik to let me borrow his pants. The leather ones he wore at the beginning of the tour that look like the only thing holding them together on the sides are periodic leather buckles which leave the sides of my legs exposed. A tight black sleeveless t-shirt hugs my torso. I add a crimson, silk, button-up that I left completely unbuttoned to enhance the appearance of my t-shirt. My outfit is completed by my combat boots, studded belt, and spiked collar.

Yugi, as always looks to die for sexy. If I didn't have a show to do, I would have stolen him away to a private place to have my way with him. Yugi is wearing skin tight leather pants, a sheer black sleeveless shirt, two studded belts one of which hangs low on his hips, combat boots, and a spiked collar. I blushed and wipe off the small amount of drool that decided now is a great time to escape my lips.

"Are you sure you are okay to do this?" I ask placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder and meeting his dark espresso eyes. I can feel his body trembling under my palm.

The albino nods, "I can do it. I will be okay."

"You would be sure to tell me wouldn't you? If you really need to sit this one out, one of the others can sing your part," I smile at him.

He shakes his head; his stubbornness displays across his face for all to see, "No. I'm doing my own part." 

I give his shoulder one last squeeze before backing up. If he thinks he can do it, who is to say he can't? The albino is wearing dark blue jeans, an espresso colored t-shirt that matched his eyes, and his favorite black trench coat that dusts the ground as he walks. Did I just see him smile at me over his shoulder? No. That couldn't be. Bakura doesn't smile. He smirks and plots your demise. I shrug and continue walking around to check on the others.