His reflection revealed so many stories. Blankly reminded, yet clear as day as he could look back on his past lives as they all filled with him both joy and even misery. His eyes were a stone shining blue to resemble the ocean's beyond, and his hair was cut short, a difference compared to his usual mop of color. The male stared at himself through the glass, switching from both eyes to see into his past to what it soon brought towards the present day, hour, minute, second. An unsteady breath exhaled, his pulse just beating loudly behind its cage within his muscled chest as it was pumped with adrenaline. The walls seemed to cave inside around him, as it was only his single dressing room, brightened by the only light that bordered the before him. Dressed in a new pair of clean denim washed jeans with minor purposed tears and fitted with a neat plain dark blue button down, he slowly tied his blue tie around his collar and examined himself in the mirror. Behind him, he glanced in the mirror with a side-smile as his eyes shined over a brand new addition to his many children, a cherry red electric guitar, just waiting, waiting next to the door for him. Meanwhile his ears could train on the faint noise of the crowd roaring with cheers, but only one person out there meant the world to him the most.
Alexander readied himself before being given the signal by his new agent, closing his eyes and setting his forehead against the sides of his hands as he relaxed himself to concentrate. It had been long since he had seen her face last after the meeting with his Alphess, and his body seemed nervous of his performance for that evening. He was never one to be afraid of stage freight, perhaps it was because of how he had planned the concert to go. Licking over his lips, he slowly rose up from his chair and headed towards the tunnel that would lead him out into the metal stage, just grabbing the new guitar by its strap to pull over his head. A small smile made his features glow, hearing the crowd chant for him to come out as he neared the light at the other end of the walls. Behind him, his band followed, seeing his drummer twirl his drumsticks and bassist tune his base guitar. In his pocket, the Guardian could feel just the bulge of a velvety tiny box, keeping it tucked out of reach and sight as his band members had not known what he was to do tonight, and hopefully would leave it like that till then. Into the light he walked, raising his hand in welcome to the crowd that screamed in his ear, "Hello, Long Island, New York!", he yelled into the mic for all to hear, answered by the ocean of people with louder applause, hoots and hollers for the beloved place they lived in, as it too was his home now.
Looking around the crowd, he peered more towards the front in spite of finding her amongst them all, trying to wonder where she would be within the group. He had finally gotten the time off shortly enough to spend some time with her before he would soon leave again for stage rehearsal. It had become a routine of theirs now-a-days, and he was happy to know she trusted and understood him. He made her breakfast and even listened to how her week had gone while he was away during the day time, sneaking into her bedroom at nights to lay at her side when she would feel most alone or even wanted someone to talk to. The male was always a great listener, and he was more than happy to relieve his love's worries to come over to her house, but only when she would ask. He would always kiss her goodnight, declaring how much he loved her and their little arguments of who loved who the most. It was a wonderful feeling, he had to agree, and so he would look for her. Family and friends were always given front row and backstage passes, so Alex kept his eyes open, and yelled over the crowd for them to make some noise. He chuckled, nodding his head to the others before starting up the concert. As Alexander moved his fingers over the neck of the guitar and danced with the strings, he sang into the mic,
Everything balanced amazingly together, and he couldn't help but chuckle through the mic as they made the crowd happy. Alexander nodded to the music as he sang, strumming wildly as he leaned his back up against the bassist's as they played. Still he looked for her, singing as he multi-tasked with such things. Soon enough his wereling eyes would be caught by hers, and he would know when to put off his song of the night that would end the night with perfection.
Alexander readied himself before being given the signal by his new agent, closing his eyes and setting his forehead against the sides of his hands as he relaxed himself to concentrate. It had been long since he had seen her face last after the meeting with his Alphess, and his body seemed nervous of his performance for that evening. He was never one to be afraid of stage freight, perhaps it was because of how he had planned the concert to go. Licking over his lips, he slowly rose up from his chair and headed towards the tunnel that would lead him out into the metal stage, just grabbing the new guitar by its strap to pull over his head. A small smile made his features glow, hearing the crowd chant for him to come out as he neared the light at the other end of the walls. Behind him, his band followed, seeing his drummer twirl his drumsticks and bassist tune his base guitar. In his pocket, the Guardian could feel just the bulge of a velvety tiny box, keeping it tucked out of reach and sight as his band members had not known what he was to do tonight, and hopefully would leave it like that till then. Into the light he walked, raising his hand in welcome to the crowd that screamed in his ear, "Hello, Long Island, New York!", he yelled into the mic for all to hear, answered by the ocean of people with louder applause, hoots and hollers for the beloved place they lived in, as it too was his home now.
Looking around the crowd, he peered more towards the front in spite of finding her amongst them all, trying to wonder where she would be within the group. He had finally gotten the time off shortly enough to spend some time with her before he would soon leave again for stage rehearsal. It had become a routine of theirs now-a-days, and he was happy to know she trusted and understood him. He made her breakfast and even listened to how her week had gone while he was away during the day time, sneaking into her bedroom at nights to lay at her side when she would feel most alone or even wanted someone to talk to. The male was always a great listener, and he was more than happy to relieve his love's worries to come over to her house, but only when she would ask. He would always kiss her goodnight, declaring how much he loved her and their little arguments of who loved who the most. It was a wonderful feeling, he had to agree, and so he would look for her. Family and friends were always given front row and backstage passes, so Alex kept his eyes open, and yelled over the crowd for them to make some noise. He chuckled, nodding his head to the others before starting up the concert. As Alexander moved his fingers over the neck of the guitar and danced with the strings, he sang into the mic,
"Well, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight
I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh, that shit makes me bat-shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt, all-in, balls out
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going 'til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me
Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, shit faced
We got 'em lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going 'til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight"
I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh, that shit makes me bat-shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt, all-in, balls out
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going 'til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me
Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, shit faced
We got 'em lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown
We're going off tonight to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going 'til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight"
Everything balanced amazingly together, and he couldn't help but chuckle through the mic as they made the crowd happy. Alexander nodded to the music as he sang, strumming wildly as he leaned his back up against the bassist's as they played. Still he looked for her, singing as he multi-tasked with such things. Soon enough his wereling eyes would be caught by hers, and he would know when to put off his song of the night that would end the night with perfection.
(( SONG: Nickleback - Burn it to the Ground ))