Like Normal People Do

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No matter how many times they performed, none of the boys could ever get over the feeling of seeing their crowd for the first time. Darryl had been peaking at the crowd as they'd filled in and now, support band in full swing, he was mesmerised.

"You recon we filled the place?" Clay asked as he walked past, probably on his way to get changed.

"And then some! There are so many people out there," Darryl replied, deciding to fall in to step beside Clay. He should probably stick around the others, just in case. Clay threw a lacklustre arm around Darryl's shoulders.

"We're gonna do great, Bad." Clay assured, squeezing Darryl's shoulder before jogging to where he was being angrily beckoned. Darryl sat himself on the couch in their dressing room and was only alone for a moment before Zak threw himself over the back of the couch to sit beside him.

"You ready for this one, BaldBoyHalo?" Zak asked with a smirk, leaning into Darryl's side.

"More ready than you are, Scalpy" he retorted with a smug grin. Zak laughed.

"That was good! The fans help you with that one?" Zak asked, satisfied that he'd distracted Darryl for now.

Meanwhile, Clay was being beautified. He'd changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain white tee and a dark green shirt that he left open, sleeves rolled to the elbow. As always, he wore a long necklace with smiley face pendant attached which rested right above his heart. He simply had to sit still long enough for the team to fix the thick coat of foundation over his face, neck, hands and really anywhere his skin was visible, smear dark green eyeshadow around his eyes and style his hair to look messy in the neatest possible way.

The others had been where they were supposed to be on time, so they were already finished.

Darryl was dressed in a dark gray T-shirt with the letters "BBH" printed largely across it in red, a pair of lighter gray jeans, a dark red shirt left unbottoned and a black and red bandana tied around his neck. He also had red eyeshadow smeared around his eyes, complimented by his glasses. His hair was left loose and fluffy.

Zak was also wearing black skinny jeans but his had two tears over the knees. He wore a pastel blue, collared shirt, covered by a thin, blue-black sweatshirt. He wore his signature blue beanie with the odd face printed atop and his hair was styled into a messy quiff. His eyes were accented with a vibrant blue smear of eyeshadow.

Finally, Vincent wore a pair of light gray skinny jeans and a tight, long sleeved black tee. He had his black bandana tied over his forehead, just verging on his hairline. His hair was styled to frame his face and his eyes were on a backdrop of black eyeshadow, which was currently being finished by some of the crew.

Clay was the only one of the four who ever wore more then the usual band of eyeshadow, and he had his reasons for that. Though they found the constant layer of coverage odd, the others understood and respected it.

As the calm stretched on, the boys knew what it meant. The support band was finished. Soon enough, they'd be on. Clay grinned as he was finally released from the crew and went to find his band mates on the couch.

"You all ready to show London how it's done?" Clay grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. Vincent threw out his arm towards Clay. Clay rolled his eyes before taking Vincent's arm and pulling him into standing.

"Let's do this," Vincent replied, looking over to where Darryl and Zak were still comfortably leant on the couch. Darryl grinned and stood, making Zak fall to the couch from where he was leant against Darryl. Zak stood up as well.

"To the four muffinteers!" Darryl cheered, holding up his water bottle. Clay was first to pick up his water bottle and push it against Darryl's. Vincent and Zak begrudgingly joined.

And with that, the four made their way, escorted, through the corridor and towards the stage. They all shared a look at the door, shaking off their nerves. With a nod, Clay lead their way on to the blacked out stage.

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"Hello London!" Dream cheered into the mic as the lights turned on, illuminating the stage. The responses were resounding cheers, screams, whistles and clapping. Right here, on the stage, this was home.

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750 words

What about these fits? I didn't know how to describe the eyeshadow look I was going for but if you've ever seen that picture of Josh Dun from Twenty Øne Pilots wearing red eyeshadow, that's the kind of vibe I'm going for.

Also, Dream's full coverage foundation was supposed to be in place of a mask and will be used similarly as a plot point :0 sorry if it's not that realistic but I really wanted to keep fashion with the eyeshadow and wasn't sure how to do that with a mask on.

Feedback is welcome and appreciated!!

~Dandelion