#takeovermage

[/Tempted to turn into a whale just for that]

Another gig had the entire band completely psyched. The bandmates were extremely eager and anticipating the moment they would be on stage again and perform. They weren't nearly as famous as the bands they all grew up to love and idolized, but we're pretty well-known around their city. There were just a bunch of rebellious fresh new adults who still did whatever the hell they wanted whenever they hell they wanted. They had their own set of rules to follow and it showed in their music. An aggressive flow that just made anyone want to stand up and break anything in their way.

And here they were, performing at Tenrou Jima, currently playing their final song.

Deft, nimble digits slid and plucked the chords of his Gibson Les Paul Standard, the ebony finish glimmering from the stage's lights. The tempo and rhythm quickened briefly as the song was nearing towards the end, body matching the rhythm as his head swayed up and down with vigor. The enticing, seductive sound of their vocalist, Ultear, filled the entire room as a couple of guys whistled at her. Their drummer, Kain, filled the room with an onslaught of kicks to the bass pedal, causing a series of booming from the bass drum before gradually decreasing his speed. Deep, languid strumming promptly after as the bassist player's, Azuma, rhythm fluctuating every now and then before plucking the final chord, their performance finally coming to an end.

A cacophony of cheers, howls, and whistling filled the entire venue as Grimoire Heart's performance came to an end. Setting their equipment down, unplugging and gathering every bit as they headed off of the stage, Zancrow removed his guitar off of him, returning it back in it's case, slinging the black case behind him before closing it. Impatiently tapping his foot against the floor, waiting for his bandmates to get off of the stage, their manager, --- "And that was Grimoire Heart's hottest song, 'Seven Kin of Purgatory'! Up next we have..."

Beads of perspiration cascaded off his entire muscular frame, chest slightly heaving as his trademark smirk came to place; firm, slender digits weaved through unkempt, unruly golden tresses. Zancrow was still feeling the exhilaration that flowed through his entire core and being.

Man, that felt good as fuck.

Droning out whatever the hell his bandmates were going on about as they exited the stage, Zancrow remained rooted in place as their equipment was getting replaced with another band's equipment. "Well, I'm outta here. Gonna get a couple of drinks first." Languidly grabbing a hold of his head, cracking it, he cast a feral grin at the audience before jumping off the stage as he headed towards the bar, completely disregarding the sounds of complaints from his bandmates. Cackling, he leaned over the counter rather aggressively, calling over the bartender. "Hey, girlie, why don't ya get me a Moscow Mule and keep 'em coming." Backing up from where he was leaning on, to situate himself on one of the bar stools, he accidentally ran head first into a snowy-haired lithe female. Fortunate for her, he was in a really good mood or else he would have given her a piece of his mind-- followed by a series of insults. "Shit, my bad. Didn't see you there."

He looked at his friend and smiled. It had been a while since the two of them had been together. Natsu ddin't have much time to rebond with her with the recent incidences that had been occuring. But maybe tonight was agood night!

E-Ehhh!!? No I meant oh its name is Nagoya?

“I-Isn’t this a bit too forward..?”