VTSRessurection

"Thank rou!!! We rove rou ah!!!"
Those were the words that started it all. All at once, pyrotechnics were blazing from the stage; fireworks boomed in vibrant splashes of color. Multicolored lights suddenly swept to and fro over the huge pavilion, occasionally gliding over the 110,000 screaming fans in the stadium. The concert, one of their largest ever, was sold out within two days of the tickets going on sale, and that had provided many a teenage girl over a month of anticipation, all let lose now that the band had finally made their appearance on stage. A hard-hitting power chord ripped through the night at a volume which would nearly deafen the eager fans, had it not been near-instantly covered by the sounds of their frantic yelling. The show had begun.
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The day had been hell. No, the week had been hell. Shit, the whole ****ing month had been hell. Twenty cities in thirty days... You do the math. Long nights on planes trying to get off the adrenaline buzz of the concert ending only a few hours ago, even longer nights on the band's tour bus. Sure, it had beds and toilets, but the roads in both South America and in Germany were outrageously bumpy and unkept. Trying to sleep, but being kept up by his brother Jin's crying all night because he missed his lover. Sho hated it all.
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Now Jin was down on his knees, being bathed in a sea of hands as he screamed about how much he "****ing hated her." Sho was shaking his head in contempt for his brother's song as he headbanged hard, sending ebony locks back and forth in a dazzling wave of black. His fingers were flying across his trademarked axe; fingers already somewhat sore with no real healing time between concerts. As he screamed right along with his younger brother, drumbeats behind him sending tremors through his heart, his thoughts drifted to how much a sell-out his sibling was. "Why don't you ever understand?!" he screamed as he dropped to his knees, particularly liking those lyrics because he always thought of Jin whenever he sang. Another amazing riff echoed through the expansive stadium, and again the sighs and screams of the swooning girls not twenty feet away filled the night.
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Music is an extension of the soul; this Sho firmly believed. His own lyrics actually meant something to him. Yet the world was full of posers who simply tried to cash in on the culture at the time, one of these posers being his brother. Many a long night was spent debating in private with the other members of the band, wondering if they should get rid of Jin and find someone who actually *lived* for music, rather than use music as a way to make money. Sure, Sho liked the money too, but always kept it in mind that it was byproduct of what he really adored. Hopefully they could find a new lead singer before the next album was out, as Jin's new song ideas were generic trash.
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Off to the side of the stage, the mosh pit was heating up. Sho's dark eyes drifted toward it, a small grin spreading across his lips as he subconciously showed his prowess with the guitar in his hands by tearing out a face-melting solo. As he struck once last hard chord to end the song, more streams of sparks shot into the air, causing the already humid night to feel like a furnace. Sweat plastered his gorgeous hair to the sides of his face, and he was getting to the point where he almost *had* to headbang every now and then to get the transporters of stinging sweat out of his eyes.

The song done now, Sho did his breath to catch the elusive breath through his narrowing throat. The screaming was starting to take a toll on him, and the constant taste of warm sweat in his mouth was making everything worse. Turning his head to the side, he grinned, seeing his trenchcoat-clad best friend and bassist far worse off than Sho himself. Sure, the bassist had nowhere near as many notes to play, and none at all to sing, but the flowing red coat and the dark garments on underneath totally outdid the heat of Sho's leather jacket and black pants.

Jin seemed to be the only one smartly dressed for the occasion; shirtless and a pair of tight azure slacks. His bare chest gleamed under a shean of sweat as he allowed the many female fans at the front of the stage to partake in the secretion, seemingly thousands of hands drifting over his body. Sho glanced back to the drummer, the only non-asian of the group, and flashed a bright smile that said, "Stick with it, man!" Lucky for the drummer, a rather large fan was positioned behind him, keeping him cool and leaving the rest to suffer.

Jin finally pulled away from the crowd, eager to get the next song started, but ended up with one shirt more than he bent down with. A young woman, more than likely fueled by the intensity of the music, was all at once very topless. Security was instantly atop her, breaking her away from the crowd and dragging her toward the exit. The other fans didn't seem to care, and Jin was proud to show his appreciation of the tease by winding the shirt around his neck in a makeshift scarf. "She got a ritter carried away, ne?!" he screamed into the microphone, laughing like a loon. The crowd only cheered...
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Another thing Sho was deathly tired of- underage teens willing to show it all just because they think the men before them are "sexy." Another set of posers, and Sho hated them all. It was probably better that he wasn't writing for these people, lest their music would turn into what many an American geek refer to as "J-pop."
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Blisters formed and broke along Sho's fingertips, and he gargled with pain at the feeling. The fans didn't seem to notice, probably assuming the growl was part of the song; that or they were too busy staring at their beloved Jin, wishing it was their shirt rather than the other girl's around his neck. So much annoyance,and the show wasn't even half done. It was going to be another shitty long night again.