It had been a long day for the young Kamakura, and of course, instead of going home and relaxing in his bed or his couch, he decided to go to the club, which was probably a terrible idea for multiple reasons. But that meant that Jet should definitely do it. Because that’s all he ever does; bad ideas.
The lights were bright and the place was packed, more than usual. To be honest, Jet had never seen that many people in this club before. Was something happening that warranted that? Before he got to look around with his eyes, his ears were taken in by the voice floating through the club, and his eyes wanted to find that.
Looking up on the stage, he spotted the source of the voice and Jet could’ve sworn his heart skipped a bit. Not that such a thing was new for Jet, considering that he normally hit on women in here. But it had never been someone on stage before – that made his leagues more difficult.
“Hey, Alex,” Jet started, talking to the club owner. “Who’s she…?”
Alex’s eyes lit up from behind the bar, snickering and leaning over it, their eyes staring at Jet and then the direction he was pointing. “You surely don’t let anything pass you, do you? Even the singers,” they commented, shaking their head. “Star’s her name. She’s not from around here, but her singing’s phenomenal. Had to book her. Might book her next week, too–”
“DO IT,” Jet exclaimed, his hands grabbing Alex’s vest.
“Holy shit, whoa there, calm down,” they said, brushing Jet’s hands from themselves. “Damn.”
Jet moved from the bar to one of the club walls, intently staring at the performer on the stage with piercing blue eyes. He had gotten there late, so her show was almost over, unfortunately for him.
“…She can’t be from around here,” he commented to himself. “Or my luck’s been really shitty.”
~♪ ❝ i can’t feel my face when i’m with you // but i love it, but i love it, don’t you think i can’t // i can’t feel my face when i’m with you // but i love it, but i love it // i can’t feel my fa— // —hey ! ❞ ♪~
as the last few chords of the song echoed around the club, the songstress belted out those last few song lines with all her heart, hearing the cheers of the roaring audience before her call for an encore — one more song to end the night on a high note. && she was more than glad to oblige to the demand.
❝ who’s ready for one more song ?! ❞ she asked to the audience, only to be met with the numerous screams && whistles as if to answer with, ‘ yes ! yes, one more ! one more ! ’.
❝ i said... who’s ready for one more song ?! ❞ another wave of screams, this time louder.
she only smiled && quickly took a swig of water before signaling the band to get ready for the next song, a stagehand bringing her guitar && amplifier to her.
once she && the band were ready, she turned back to the audience, speaking into the microphone. ❝ this last song is a real special one, so i really hope that you enjoy it. ❞
the lights then dimmed to a low intensity, a slow strum of her guitar && the gently pressing keys of the piano...
~♪ ❝ la-da-da-da // i’m gonna bury you in the ground // la-da-da-da // i’m gonna bury you with my sound // gonna drink the red from your pretty, pink face // i’m gonna— // oh... you don’t like that... ? or do you not just like me ?! ❞ ♪~
suddenly, the crashing sound guitars && drums erupted as the audience roared with newfound energy as star sang with much more passion than before.
~♪ ❝ sorry i don’t treat you like a goddess // is that what you want me to do ? // sorry i don’t treat you like you’re perfect // like all your little loyal subjects do // sorry i’m not made of sugar // am i not sweet enough for you ? // is that why you always avoid me ? // that must be such an inconvenience to you // well... ❞ ♪~
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