Cords to a story (Complete)

The Now Now

Sorcererz

"Everybody cool down." Kyouka told the rest of her anxious friends.

Everybody was on time, on time.

"We made it." Izuku sighed in relief.

They didn't know what to do, so instead of actually going anywhere, they just walked to the concert, underestimating the distance. They entered, showing their tickets. Stepping inside, they all expressed the sight in their own ways.

It was a huge stadium with an open roof, showing the sky. The purple clouds swirling around the orange, hazy, sunset, sky was a psychedelic muse to the setting.

"C'mon, let's try to get closer." Kyouka took charge, it was her environment. She clamped Izuku's wrist, dragging him through the crowd.

"There doesn't appear to be any seats?" Momo was trudging along with the rest of them.

"Duh, we're gonna vibe to this when it starts."

Momo gasped quietly. "Oh, I see." She had that fake signature smile.

The lights to the stage dimmed out.

"This is gonna rock!" Kirishima pumped up his arms.

"Shut up dude, it's starting!" Mina lept up on Kirishima. She sat on his shoulders for a height boost to see.

Kirishima wept, holding her thighs for safety, and she didn't seem to mind. "Man, this is the best..." He whispered with manly tears.

There was a screen behind the stage. It began to light up a visual. The crowd roared as the first notes began.

The hand gripping his wrist began to shake with anticipation. His eyes naturally glanced at Kyouka. 'Her eyes.' His eyes. She yelled out along with the crowd. 'Her voice.' His silence. His eyes swayed back to the stage. He rose the fist she was holding, screaming his lungs out with her.

Both of their voices died down, same with the crowd.

The melancholic rhythm and scratchy voice blared at a mellow pace. Red lights roamed around the crowd and stadium, matching the red and black visualizer on the screen.

As Jirou said, they all began to vibe, began to flow, began to a calm pace.

Izuku and Jirou in an embrace. Embracing the melody. They were slowed down, song drowned.

Everybody hold on.

Everybody hold on to your inner vision.

She was alone. Momo's hands fidgeted with her revealing dress. The lights, the red revealing lights. Insecure and lost without mental vision. Given tunnel vision.

One percent

Every sound.

It was tranquil. The crowd was slow swaying to the uplifting depression.

Izuku and Kyouka were matching the soft remedy. She had her arms around his neck, he had his around her waist. It was quiet, but they could hear every sound.