Maka's Pov: (finally actual Pov)
The band, and I were all piled into the limo which I think could've been a little bigger, but or manger Stein just had to be cheap.
Regardless of the smaller space I smile, I'm not only excited because of the concert, but also because that Soul is coming. I don't know why but I was really nervous when I gave him the ticket, but at the same time I wanted to show off since he's so good at piano and all.
We make it to the place where the concert is going to be held.
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We're currently waited for the announcer person to be done talking l, so we can perform.
The other band members are my brother Blackstar who is wearing a sleeveless black tank top, with baggy ripped jeans. He's the drummer.
Death the Kid, but we call him Kid is out lead guitarist, and is wearing a classy black button up shirt with tiny vertical white lines, and black business pants.
And I the lead vocalist, and bass player am wearing a black dress that goes little above my knees, and about two inch high heels, so I won't break my ankle when I'm walking, and dancing on stage.
"AND NOW FOR MIESTER RESONANCE!"
After the announcer introduced us, the crowd went wild, and I could only smirk at the reaction.
Coming from behind the stage the screams only got louder.
As the crowd cheered our name.
"MIESTER RESONANCE! MIESTER RESONANCE!"
I grabbed the mic, and screamed "ARE YOU READY?! "Cliché I know, but it gets them riled up.
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Soul's Pov:
Truth is I don't hang with many people, so I just gave the ticket to some random person, who conveniently wanted one bit couldn't get one.
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I along all the other millions stood in the crowd for Maka's concert, when she came out all of them let out an ear splitting scream.
"ARE YOU READY?!" she says which only makes the screaming louder, and then the music starts, while she sings.
((Maka is in bold- future co-singers with be in italics, and bold))
We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Kid starts playing the guitar, and Maka slightly head bangs.
If you're happy and you know it
Clap you hands like this
*clap clap*
'Cause the rest of us are wondering
What on earth we missed
If you're happy and you know it
Stomp your feet real loud
They all stomp their feet.
The rest of could use some cheering up right now
Oh please, shoot us up
With something shiny and quick
We like our thrills dirt cheap
And our irony thick
Oh whatever, never mind,
We're just crying for help
I guess we'll heal the old fashioned way
And do it ourselves
Oh this is all we know
Oh tragic and miserable
We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Oh this is all we've got
Oh we do what we've been taught
We're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
We're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
Sometimes i think we push your buttons just for fun
Sometimes i think our kind of crazy has already been done
We're a copy of a copy, everything we swore we'd not be
Yeah, the truth hurts, but it hasn't stung enough to stop me
Oh please, can't you give us
something better than this
we've built up a tolerance
to all your veteran tricks
you're busy smiling on cue,
when you don't have a clue
we're a mess and we know it,
we want you to know too
She starts jumping around the stage, and getting in the crowds faces.
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
oh this is all we've got
oh we do what we've been taught
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we not critics, we just hate it all anyway
if you're happy and you know it
then there might be something wrong with you
what's the point in holding on
when all of us don't want you to
it'd make us feel better,
knowing you'd be stuck forever
sick minds stick together
we can stay sick forever
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we're not critics, we just hate it all
oh this is all we know
oh tragic and miserable
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
oh this is all we've got
oh we do what we've been taught
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we're not critics, we just hate it all anyway
we're not cynics, we just don't believe a word you say
we're not critics, we just hate it all anyway.
She takes a deep breath, and the crowd cheers, once again screaming their name.
All I could do was smirk. 'She never ceases to amaze me'
I caught her eye in the crowd, and she waved, and soon enough everyone was looking at the both of us.
Before I could get tackled with questions asking what my relationship with Maka was Blackstar decides to bud in.
"SOUL YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT YOU IN MAKA WERE DATING! AND I THOUGHT IT WAS BROS BEFORE HOES! " he gabbed his shirt where is heart is pretending to be wounded.
"WHAT?! " Maka, and I screamed simultaneously.
And sure enough we were swarmed with paparazzi, while Blackstar was in the background laughing his ass off.
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'BLACKSTAR YOUR SO DEAD!! ' was the one thought going through Maka, and Soul's mind.
Author's Note: the song is Cynics and Critics by Icon for Hire. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, and if you have a song request just review. Bye~✌
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FanfictionHe's a retired pianist. She is a singer, and song writer, but only together he figure out the true meaning of music. SoMa band au.
