#skulldeck

        “ welcome to the end of eras . ” seven years --- enough to grow up fast and carry the cynicism of a boy who’d been drowned in war . a chaos lay behind his gaze , swirling with betrayal and a desperate hope for release . “ done my time and served my sentence . ” what use is this to a stranger ? nothing , probably ; but he keeps going . “ dynasty decapitated , you just might see a ghost tonight . ”

The concert was going fantastic. The crowd was loud and rowdy like usual; lights were flashing; if you sniffed the air you could smell the fainter smell of nicotine and a little bit of booze over the stench of sweaty bodies.

Yup, truly a rock concert.

Once the final bow was done, the mic was dropped and people were scattering away, chatting eagerly about the show.

777 put his hoodie on. Earlier he took his shirt and sweater off because he was starting to get hot underneath the burning lights and the raw energy he put into his singing.

Def Märch was going to clean up later, after the very important meet and greet with some fans.

By the time they made it backstage, 777 was grinning with excitement. He LOVED meeting any and all fans, no matter the time and place. However, one of the people that he seen waiting as they approached was awfully familiar to him…

“HEY, it’s Skulls!” He cried out, cheerfully. “What brings ya to the concert?!”

REAL ORIGINAL JOSH

Well, you see, I take awfully good care of my skin.