Thread: The Rock Star and the Dancer (Russian Vodka)

Name Shiro Tsukamoto Age 23 Occupation Rock Band Guitarist The past five years had been a blur. There wasn't much that Shiro remembered or took note off since he graduated and the band he played in took a big step up in the world. They were the first of their kind, daring to mix western rock with japanese rock, creating a blend that was just right enough to be provocative for the westerns and flashy for the japanese. Earning them a record deal and their first national tour. Of course that was only the beginning. And being a guitarist was more than just being the coolest guy in the band, it meant the most attention from their fans as well. He had to always keep up appearances, yet for some reason, the break up he had experienced in High School had somehow blocked his romantic side off. He couldn't seem to get engaged in anyone, focusing on his career instead, the few romances he was put up to try died out fast. He had never really rebounded from Akira in all those years. Now it was time for them to return. They were finishing up their tour and they had the final concert in the city where they grew up. Where it all started. It was a show that wasn't sold out, but then again, it wasn't that big a town and it was the end of the tour. Yet the show was as phenomenal as it always was. For Shiro it was different, the concerts and music was his job, his passion, his romance. He couldn't bring himself past that so he gave it his all. Living for the crowd as many would call it, and as fast as it had begun, as fast did they end the encore number and headed back. Their manager waited, telling them to gather their jackets and leave everything else to the crew, they were going to meet the fans. Shiro let out a sigh, he'd much rather just get straight on the bus than be forced to deal with a bunch of horny girls swooning over them. They exited together, to the roar of the crowd, yet something caught his attention. Right by the end, at the car, a ponytail that looked familiar, yet before he could see the face, an arm went in front. His heart skipped a beat, could it really be who he thought it was? Guys, take care of this. Was all he could tell the others as he broke off into a long stride. They hadn't even gotten to dry off, the beads of sweat raining off his forehead, the drenched shirt clinging to his chest, he was fit and slightly muscular, preferring stamina for the long shows over raw strength. His stride long and confident as he got to the end of the line, right before the car. Once he caught the eyes of the one he thought was a stranger, he froze. The face was too familiar, his eyes moving on their own, as if analyzing the face in front of him. And then it dawned on him, a cold running down his back despite the heat of the night and made him shudder. He couldn't believe it, his ex was at his concert, looking as gorgeous and cute as he remembered. There were only a few memories as he stepped to the boundaries, pushing in between the two security guards. Ak-Akir.. He was cut off by the men, making him only more determined as he pushed in again. Akira! He managed to let out, noticing the hand stretching towards him, but not seeing the business card, he reached out, going for the hand instead, grabbing and wedging himself in between the guards, catching the eyes of his former love, the one who had broken his heart yet never abandoned it. He turned to find a small gap at the fence by the end. Come! He demanded, this was the last chance he had before he had to leave, he wasn't going to waste it, pulling his ex with him towards the gap, wanting him to come through as he moved to put himself between Akira and any possible security who might try and stop the cross dressing boy from passing.