Under the glow of the spotlight was where Akaya felt the most in his element, and he looked it too. When they took to the stage to loud applause, he strode to the front like he owned the place. His chains and glitter shimmered under the light as he moved, shifting the guitar to his hip so he could reach for the microphone to greet the audience.
"Heya, Black Kitty," he said with an intimate smirk, like he were casually greeting a pal for a drink. The audience cheered enthusiastically.
"So thanks for coming tonight. We've got a hot set that's a little new, and a little old. ...Enjoy the show. And uh, you better move your asses." Because if their music was anything, it was rhythmic and infectious. Akaya winked and the show was off to a rousing start.
True to what he told Omi before, Nami was back on the synth, adding a new depth to their music that was sure to please. Especially for the longtime fans who knew what they had been missing when the equipment was out of order. At some point in the night, Akaya even gave a brief shoutout to the synth-fixer himself, and the room roared its approval. In all, the show was great success.
The crowd was still buzzed and hyped by the time Akaya was making his way back into the club from backstage. A sheen of sweat was on his skin, which still had the sparkle of glitter here and there. He held a half-empty bottle of water in one hand as he pushed his fussy curls from his face, scanning the crowd. A few fans gathered around him, making it difficult to find that particular face.
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"Heya, Black Kitty," he said with an intimate smirk, like he were casually greeting a pal for a drink. The audience cheered enthusiastically.
"So thanks for coming tonight. We've got a hot set that's a little new, and a little old. ...Enjoy the show. And uh, you better move your asses." Because if their music was anything, it was rhythmic and infectious. Akaya winked and the show was off to a rousing start.
True to what he told Omi before, Nami was back on the synth, adding a new depth to their music that was sure to please. Especially for the longtime fans who knew what they had been missing when the equipment was out of order. At some point in the night, Akaya even gave a brief shoutout to the synth-fixer himself, and the room roared its approval. In all, the show was great success.
The crowd was still buzzed and hyped by the time Akaya was making his way back into the club from backstage. A sheen of sweat was on his skin, which still had the sparkle of glitter here and there. He held a half-empty bottle of water in one hand as he pushed his fussy curls from his face, scanning the crowd. A few fans gathered around him, making it difficult to find that particular face.