A night for us.

Join Me.

The night just grew dark as the screams of millions of fans echoed the building. Tons and tons of people from all over gathered for this one band. The lights in the stadium turned off as the stage lights came on, one by one a light lit up the band members. The last one. The main singer. A shorter blonde male, his hair greasy and messy, eye, nose, lip, and ear rings all lit up as the light hit him. Smiling, he walked to the mic, took it mourned the stand and kicked it over. His black leather boots came to his knees, torn skinny jeans hugged his legs. A loose British flag shirt was let loose on his chest. He ran a tongue over his lip ring and smirked. "What a turn out!" He laughed into the mic. "It's so. Wonderful! To see you all here tonight. Don't we got a show for you, am I right boys!?" His heavy British accent filled the room, which made the fans scream louder. They started their first number, filling the small space with as much volume as they could.

Backstage, some of the people had ear plugs. They watched the screens and the stage management pressed the buttons to make the effects shine. One of the effect men was a lad named Francis. The blonde had his hair pulled back in a ponytail, his shirt unbuttoned only half way and his eyes fixed on the Singer. He chuckled to himself as the end of the song he faded the lights and the band came backstage for a costume change. He got up and went to the dressing room and waited, the small blonde walking In soon after. His clothes all out for him. When he stepped in the room his shirt was already off as he smiled up at the man. "Ello babe." His heavy British accent soft as he walked over and pulled on his next shirt.

The taller male smirked as he pressed a kiss to his head. "You did wonderful." He handed him the rest of his clothes and the Brit changed quickly.

"There is more to come." He smiles and he leans up, pressing a long kiss to Francis before he bit his bottom lip softly and pulled back in a teasing manor.

"Ah, Mon Amour you are such a tease." He ran a hand through his hair then missed with it for the next song.

"You love me." He pecked him another kiss before grabbing a water bottle and chugged it, tossing it in the trash. He smirked and walked out, Francis right on his heels. "Nice job on the lights. But tonight there will be none for us." He smirked and his band mates ran back to the stage laughing.

The crowd screamed his name, pictures of his face on shirts, signs that read; "fuck me Arthur!" Or "Arthur is #1". It made him smile, how he loved the attention. He craved it. "You all are so kind. So... Lovely.... So..." He smirked, fake fangs shown brightly on the over top screen. His voice got louder as the music started up again. He took the mic again and laughed. "So Delicious!!" The staged filled with red smoke as Arthur was lifted into the air, obviously by strings, as he smirked to the crowed.
"Dark~ness falls~. Wait.ing. For you. Though~ it~ all~! I am crashing through!!" He glided around the stage and the wires snapped. He fell five feet and rolled, dropping the mic as the music slows, the fog turns white. He started to laugh, then slowly rise. "Raise~ me up." He rose to his knees. "Stand~ by me." He was at a k relying position as the lights turned off and the light showed only on him. He seemed to be covered in blood as he got to his feet. His ear piece turned on, his voice louder. "Raise~! Me up!" He strutted down the stage, stomping his foot down. "Stand! With! Me!" The crowed lost it the music stops and he walked off the stage. A evil laughter filled the now quiet room.

Backstage the crew smile and cheered as they all changed. Arthur went to Francis and took his hand and led him to the other room, Then changed. Turning to him he wrapped his hands around the others shoulders and kissed his cheek. "Change. You're going on the stage in five." He smiled then let go, leaving the room he went out to the stage and set up two chairs, smiling at the crowed, then got out his guitar.

"Francis, love. Come on out." His voice called. Soon Francis walked out, smiling as the crowed cheered. Arthur silenced them, then had Francis sit.

He slowly started to play a deeper, more slow version of 'Perfect Two' and smiled at him, looking only at him the whole time. "You can be the peanut butter to my jelly. You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly," he chuckles and his voice got softer. "You can be the captain and I can be the first mate. You can be the chills I feel on the first date." He stood up, his guitarist coming to the side lines ad played for him. He sat down his guitar and stepped closer. "You can be the hero, I can be the sidekick. You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split. You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'. Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'." He walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head smiling. "Don't know if I could ever be. Without you 'cause boy you complete me, and in time I know that we'll both see... That we're all we need." He circled around him. "'Cause you're the apple to my pie, you're the straw to my Berry. You're the smoke to my high. You're the one I wanna marry." He chuckles softly and cupped his cheek. Francis couldn't help but blush, a large goofy grin on his face that spread from ear to ear. "'Cause you're the one for me, for me. And I'm the one for you, for you. You take the both of us, of us. And we're the perfect two." He lightly put his forehead on his. "We're the perfect two... Baby me and you~. We're the perfect two..." The song cuts off as he pulled back.

"Francis. Do you know what day it is?" He put the mic to him.

Francis smiled and nodded. "It's the day we first met of course."

Arthur shook his head. His head piece turning on again as he sat the mic down and reached Into his pocket. Getting on one knee he smiled as he pulled out a small box and opened it. Revealing a beautiful diamond ring. "How about the day I proposed?"

With that, his eyes got wide as the crowed got silent, 'awes' were heard from all about the stadium. After a few moments he nodded. Grinning even wider. Arthur stood up and slid the ring on his finger as the crowed roared, jumping in their seats and screaming. Arthur bent over and kissed Francis deeply. The spotlight slowly fading and the show, was over.