"Tell me what you see" Klance Voltron band AU

Chapter 3- Performing

Keith's POV

It's more packed than I expected. There are people basically standing on each other. It's wild.
"How are we all doing tonight?" I yell into the mic, trying to get the crowd a little more enthusiastic.
People scream, someone throws a beer can, but I ignore it.
"We're headliners here for one whole week!! On the off chance you like what you hear, or see," I wink and the crowd, making them go wild.

Look, I know I'm attractive. Sometimes I use it to my advantage. What's the big deal? It only comes back to bite me in the ass sometimes.

"-then come back and bring your friends! How about we start playing for ya?!"
They scream again, and I look back at the others, signalling the start of our set list. Pidge starts out with a killer riff and Hunk follows in slowly. Then Lance comes in and everyone goes crazy.

Lance.

When he drums, it's like nothing else exists in the world. He's such a goofy, happy person in real life, but when he's behind his drum kit, all he can focus on are his sticks. His arms fly around at insane speeds, and he's got this cute look on his face, like he's kinda confused about what he's doing, but he's also smiling, sticking his tongue out slightly. Honestly, he reminds me of Tommy Lee behind the drums. Except he does a lot less drugs and hasn't been to jail nearly as many times as Tommy.

I turn back around, feeling the cheers and breaths of the crowd in my stomach. I attack my strings and start singing.

"Tell me tell me, when you think of me~
Tell me tell me, What do you see~?"

Lance wrote this song. God, he's so damn talented. The instrumentals sound really heavy and cool, but it mixes well with my voice. At least, that's what Shiro and the others say.

"Do you see what I see~"

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After the set, we go to bow and leave stage. People are sweating, writhing around, screaming our names, and some are throwing things at us. Empty beer cans mostly, then something hits me right in the eye and I fall to the strangely sticky stage, feeling white hot pain on the left side of my face.
Without looking up, I already know that Pidge handed her bass to Hunk and is lunging at whoever did that. That's what happens every time someone hits or insults us.
I groan, trying to sit up, but someone tells me to stay down, and to breathe. Someone's hands hold mine, and whispers in my ear. "Breathe, 'kay? You'll be fine."
"Lance?" I whisper. My throat hurts from all the singing and screaming, so it comes out like a croak.
"Yeah, it's me"

I don't even need to open my eyes to see, to feel him smiling at me.

"Your eye is already swelling up bud. We should get some ice on it. Hold these." he pushes his drumsticks into my hands and picks me up. They're slick with sweat but I don't say anything about that.

"I didn't know you were this strong~"
"Shut up, I work out just as much as you! And besides, drumming is like, a full body work out!" Lance says defensively.
"I'm not complaining. I like guys with some muscle~" I regret saying it as soon as it comes out of my mouth, but I'm hoping Lance will just think it's some random ramblings from a concussion or something.

"Don't know what to say to that Keith" he laughs, obviously uncomfortable.
Lance sets me down on the couch in the dressing room and takes the sticks back from me.
For some reason I miss them. I try opening my eyes but between the searing pain in my left eye and the shocking brightness of the lights, I shut them quickly.

"Shiro's calling the cops, don't worry."

"I'm not worried" I mumble to myself, "I'm fine!"
"Sure you are, Keith."

AN: hey! Please lemme know what you think of this, I've been having a lot of fun writing so I hope you all like it as much as I do!