Papergirl

Just You and Me, Tonight!

A/N: Hey! New Chap for you, guys! I'm finally free from examinations.

"Your popcorn taste so good."

"Thanks?" Margaux handed the whole bucket to Mitchel, not really interested in eating it anymore. She's interested with the arms wrapping her shoulders, slim, slightly muscled, just enough to make her feel warm. Their radiator is not working properly, Andres forgot to call the electrician yesterday.

"Are you guys interested on watching a concert this weekend? It's the Crimson Ransoms." Law raised the trio tickets, smiling widely. "Free tickets, free foods, free merchs! I got it for $150 dollars. Very cheap."

"Yes, it's cheap for millionaires like you but..." Mitchel snatched Margaux from his arms and put his own instead. No, this is not a budding love triangle, it's called finding allies. Clear? Good. "for us, it's a big fortune but since you're giving it for free then, concert it is!" he laughed frantically.

Law gave him some much needed slap on his head. "You're really an odd man out and you're taking it on a higher level. Wow."

She raised her hand in agreement, " I second that. Anyway, I heard that the bassist got kicked out for having too many midnight conquest and the band just had enough of him. Plus, he's not a good bass player. All he knows is basics."

"True. I can even play his riffs better than he do. He's a lost cause." he chimed in with a too much confidence. "I know that they're running some closed door audition. Only the finest bassist in the town. They sent out invitations."

"Oh, well. I guess you're not the prettiest among the bunch. You didn't received any invitation. " she cooed.

"Definitely not true, I'm the prettiest of them all." Law mumbled.

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Law obviously prepared for the concert, black leather jacket, studs, just-got-out-of-bed hair, a little bit of attitude and cute bunny print on his tie-dyed shirt. He could pass as a rock star, though it would be child-friendly. They'll be singing nursery rhymes out of its normal tune, a bit more distorted, modern jazz. Mitchel and Margaux wore casual clothes, band shirt and jeans, floral dress, nothing like Law's outfit.

They drove past the community hall toward the center of town, in the concert hall. The entrance gate is still pretty empty, just a few concert-goers and some security guards. Mitchel was right. The vicinity, though it's in the town, looks undeveloped, alley-looking place.

It was an unpeopled place.

The area around the Magenta concert hall looked like it had been a regular town once, with shops full of item, and restaurants full of food, and citizens looking for one or the other. But now the whole place had faded to gray. The only thing that illuminates the place is the Vegas-inspired hall.

Many of the buildings had windows that were broken or boarded up, and the sidewalks were uncared for, with big cracks in the concrete, and the empty bottles and cans rolling around in the bored wind. It was a surreal moment, this is how rock and roll would looked like. Law's outfit surely fit for this kind of environment.

"I haven't attended any concert before. So, we better make this night memorable. No one will get drunk and wasted." Margaux said to the boys with a shake of her head, and pulled the car to stop. They were parked in front of a building with a sagging roof and a porch crowded with old magazines and dying plants.

"Yes, Madame!" they said in unison with matching salute and courtesy bow.

A middle-aged woman was waiting for them in the hall's old ticket booth. "Tickets?" Law gave the tickets and waited for the complementary food and drinks, inclusive for the VIP. "Here you go, three servings of meal B: bucket of fries, one pound beef burger, and 22 oz. Sprite. Thank you, enjoy the show!"