The second run presents itself as but an improvement to the first; it is sronger, fiercer, more fluent and more dangerous than before. the base thrum of the beat summons an almost primal feeling that is swiftly translated by both of them into a flawlessly believable choreography. Allen forgets to think and lets himself feel – feel the music, the rhythm, the flow of their bodies, the wordless language of dance. Kanda seems to be doing much the same, if the near shocking ( thrilling? ) boldness of his touch and response is any indication. It turns into a near hypnotic push and pull, where one action is dared to be trumped by another, just to be trumped by yet another, a spiral of dare and danger.
True to their talents, it feels like the song is coming to life through their physical forms; it’s no surprise that when it ends, there is only a moment of silence accompanied only by their hash breathing before the choreographer applauds them enthusiastically. One look at her tells Allen that she is thrilled, and that knowledge fills him with satisfaction.
“I think we’re getting somewhere, yes,” he agrees, silently thankful now for his lack of a shirt – by this point he would be wishing to take it off, he knew. As it is, it feels stifling hot in the practice room already, and part of him wonders if truly all of it is the physical exertion – there seems to be a tension lingering in the air, although he cannot quite grasp where it came from. Perhaps the music and its vibe are getting to him more than he thought.
One thing he knows, however, is that their first real performance would surely cause a couple of fangirls to faint, if even he himself is not entirely unaffected by their audacious display.
He near fondly recalls that thought from their first rehearsal as he swiftly finishes changing into the appropriate outfit to the muffled sound of cheers from the stadium. There is a coil of nerves in his stomach, though not from stage fright – it is anticipation of the performance to come and the reaction it would receive. It’s exciting – and he finds himself grinning crookedly as he goes into position to start the song, microphone at the ready.
one breath. two. three. he NEVER gets pre-stage jitters, not even prior to their first performance four years ago, but there’s something about this performance that makes his hands want to shake, makes his self-control almost { s h a t t e r e d }. he’s just lucky that he and walker are not starting in the same spot ( he and walker are being raised at separate points below the stage ) since -- in spite of or perhaps because of their animosity towards each other -- walker has a way of ferreting out his weaknesses, even when kanda thinks they’re hidden away.
he opens his eyes and checks the placement of his ear monitor again. while this performance doesn’t have much dancing, it does have a lot of head banging, and it would just be his luck for his ear monitor to dislodge while violently shaking his head back and forth.
thirty seconds. twenty. ten. nine. eight. seven. six. five. four. three. two. one. and walker is raised to the top of the stage so he can begin to sing -- or, rather, what excuses for singing on this “rock” song. kanda has to wait a minute before he is raised so he can begin to sing, and so he spends the time breathing in and out again, but instead of calming himself, he tries to focus on the music, on the emotion: devil may care, fuck off, fuck everything, who gives a SHIT. feelings that are easy enough for kanda to relate to, at any rate.
a minute passes, and he can hear the motors begin to work underneath him, raising him up to the stage ( where walker will be walking in from behind him -- they won’t necessarily “meet” each other yet, that’s later in the song, so he ignores walker ) where he begins to “sing.”
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