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Tonight is the night. I'm finally gonna confront Roxas.
Even if it means going to a concert where a bunch of teenage girls are going to be sobbing over him.
I've been waiting for this day for quite some time now, ever since I found out "Roxas and the Heartless" is coming to town. I gotta look good, so might as well do a little primping before I leave.
My (obviously dyed) red hair sticks up in all directions naturally. I've had comments about the obnoxious porcupine-like strands of my hair thrown at me for the last 23 years of my life, I understand they're weird as fuck.
I draw some wings on my upper lids and blacken my waterline. Men who wear makeup are always the hottest, or maybe that's just my opinion. Whatever. I take a look at myself in the mirror, I'm wearing a blue t-shirt and some black slacks. I'm fine as hell.
You see, Roxas is an old friend of mine. The love of my life, really. The reason I breathe, all that sappy shit. We worked together in the life before this, we were in love. We lived our lives to the fullest and acted like the stupid children we were. It was great. But now that we're back in business with this whole being alive thing, I thought it's about time to seek him out.
What a coincidence that in this life he happened to be EXTREMELY easy to track down! He's one of the biggest pop stars in the business right now, a teenage heartthrob so to speak. He will be mine again, I just know it.
I get into my piece of shit car and start on my way to this seedy little bar that he's playing at for some fucking reason.
I love driving a piece of shit car, because it makes me seem like less of a pretentious asshole in my opinion. I'm in a band as well, we're absolutely not as big as Roxas, but we're pretty well known among the community. The Nobodies. I think our name is pretty clever, considering the circumstances.
As I get closer, I can already see the line of prepubescent girls waiting for Roxas to arrive so they can maul him and sexually assault him. Pssh, they think the have a chance.
I'm probably the oldest person here, aside from soccer moms sitting at the bar, drinking their sorrows away. A few try to hit on me while I make my way over to the pit. I have no time for old hags. I get into a comfortable viewing position right as he walks onto stage.
He's just as beautiful as before. He's tiny, and his hair is littered with cowlicks so it flares out all over the place. He's got on this cute little white suit. The little girls in the crowd are going crazy over him, it's so annoying.
This better end well for me, or else I will literally kill something.
He immediately starts up his opening song. Thank fuck, I was about to stab myself in the ear from all the screaming.
Get a job, pay the rent. Wash, rinse, repeat, do it again. We all live in a black and white world. But let's face it, while time's wasting. We're all here with the same motivation. Tryna find that someone who sees your worth.
Ugh, he has a voice like an angel. Even the screaming can't bother me right now, I'm listening to the one who used to make out with me in alleys like horny teenagers. His music sounds heavily influenced by Michael Jackson.
Technicolor, Waiting for that tech-ni-color. Searching for that tech-ni-color. Waiting for that tech-ni-color.
Eh, a little repetitive and not really creative at all, but I'll deal. He starts to dance around the stage.
When I'll find her, game over. My future, uncovered. The good, the bad, the in-between. Perfect insanity, oh, she'll hate me when I love her. And we'll fight like this forever, but she's a dream and she's mine. A spectrum of beauty and light.
Dude, that's totally us. Except there's no females.
Technicolor, all I see is tech-ni-color. She's loving me, tech-ni-color. Now I see tech-ni-color.
The song ends and the crowd goes crazy. Ugh, how I despise pop music. I don't do anything close to this, more of a metal guy, ya know?
"Thank you all, It feels good to be back in Colorado!" He doesn't mean it, it's so rare to actually mean it when you say that shit.
It's over now, and I've got a massive headache. I vow to never go to one of his concerts again. I could never imagine being in his shoes. I'll stick to my metalheads and misfits.
He's over by the bar, doing meet and greets. He looks miserable.
I feel you man, it's a pain in the ass after a while.
I wait until there's very few people trying to force themselves onto him before I dare make a move. But the coast is clear enough now, let's do this shit.
He looks startled when he notices I'm there. I mean, I'm a 6'2 adult male, not the usual for his shows.
"Aren't you Axel...? Like the front man of Nobodies...?" He cocks his head to the side.
Oh shit. I never thought this would happen. I mean, I get noticed and stuff but like, I never thought HE would notice.
"Y-you've heard of us?" I'm such a fucking idiot oh my god.
"Yeah," He blushes. "Kind of a closet rock fan, I guess."
"Woah. Never would've guessed. I've been meaning to see you again, Roxas."
"Again?" He looks confused.
"Yeah, again. We already know each other, silly."
"I don't think so... Did we meet at like, a festival or something? I'm sorry, it's hard to keep track of people these days." He sighs.
"No, we knew each other in the last life, duh."
He looks at me like I'm insane. Ugh, I knew this would happen. All the guys said it would. Fuck.
"Look, I don't really understand what you're talking about. Give me an example." He raises an eyebrow.
"Going out on missions together?"
"Nope. No bells ringing."
"This is such an annoying process," I sigh.
"Process?"
"Yes, getting you to remember. We had to do the same thing to Demyx, but that's probably 'cause he's an idiot."
"Now that name sounds familiar..."
"That's cause he's the damn guitarist of my band!"
I press my fingers to my temples, this headache fucking sucks.
"Do you remember the clock tower? Sitting up there, eating ice cream together? Tell me you at least remember that, Roxas. You can't forget those important things..."
He visibly tenses up, like something just came to him. "Those weren't just dreams, then...?" His voice is shaky, he's nervous.
"You've seen them too, then?"
That's how I remembered everything, that's how we all remembered. These dreams, they're like old movies. He's not old enough to have seen what we were.
"Yes... I have. I thought they were just some weird reoccurring dream. I knew you looked familiar, that's what got me interested in your music. Even though it's emo as hell, it was calming to me..." He sounds embarrassed, like he's said too much.
In my opinion, he hasn't said nearly enough.
His bodyguard decides to rudely interrupt our conversation by dragging Roxas away and whispering things into his ear. After a few minutes, he shuffles his tiny self back over to me and hands me a card.
"Please, contact me. I really need to talk to you more." A shy smile tugs at his lips.
"I will absolutely do that." I wink, causing his cheeks to dust red.
God, he's so fucking cute.