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Matthew stared at the contents of his closet dejectedly. He had no idea what to wear to the concert! Alfred wasn't really helping him either, as he'd rejected every outfit Matt had picked out so far. It wasn't Matt's fault that all he had was hoodies and jeans! They were comfortable, that's all. He pushed the clothes around a little bit, trying to find an outfit that Alfred would deem acceptable. That's when he found them.
In the back corner of his closet sat several stacked boxes. Inside them was a pile of clothes that had been gifts from Alfred a few years previous. Matt had never gotten around to wearing them, because they were ...well, not exactly his style. Gingerly, he picked up and outfit and held it up in front of himself. He glanced at the clock. Only 20 minutes until he had to leave! He put on the clothes and stood in front of his mirror, inspecting himself.
"Hey Mattie, are you finished ye- Oh hot damn, now that's what I'm talking about!" Alfred said as he burst in to Matthew's room. Matt jumped and turned red. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black and white fitted t-shirt, a white belt with black studs, and various silver chains on his hip.
"Come on Matt, we have to do your hair and makeup now~!" singsonged Alfred. "M-makeup?!" Matthew squeaked.
Alfred dragged Matthew into the bathroom and sat him down on the closed toilet. He took a brush and started combing through Matt's messy blonde hair. Once he had brushed it completely through, he took a thin stick of black eyeliner out of his pocket. After taking off Matthew's glasses, Al drew a thin line of eyeliner around his eyes. He replaced the glasses on Matt's face and smiled.
"Dude, you look freakin' awesome!" Said Alfred. "Now come on, let's go!" He grabbed Matt's hand and ran out the door.
They went into the parking lot of Matt's apartment complex and got into Alfred's blue Ford. As they drove onto the highway, Alfred turned on the radio, and started singing along (badly) to the
Katy Perry song that was playing.
" 'Cuz baby you're a fiiIiIIiiirework come on show 'em whaAaAAaaat you're worth~ Make 'em go AH AH AH-"
"Alfred, SHUT UP!"
Alfred laughed and kept singing. Eventually, Mattie started cracking up at Alfred's failed attempts to sing as high as Katy. Near the end of the song, Matt started to sing along too.
"Boom boom boom~ Even brighter than the moon moon mooooon! It's always been inside you you yooooouu~"
When the song ended, there was a pause and both Alfred and Matthew started laughing. The radio announcer started saying the name of the next song, but Matt and Al were laughing too hard to notice, But, when the first note of the song played, Mattie shushed Alfred and cranked up the volume. It was his favourite song by the Bad Friends Trio – Mein Gott. He started headbanging and yell-singing the words
"Someone is calling, I'm being called~ Alright, leave it to me let's go More! More!"
Matt thought the lyrics were pretty silly, but Mein Gott was his favorite song for one reason – it was sung by the guitarist, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Gilbert had only ever sung one song for the band, claiming to be "too awesome to sing" but in reality his song had just been depressingly unpopular with their fans. Matt liked it a lot though. Gilbert had a very different voice than the usual lead singer, Francis Bonnefoy, but it seemed to work for him. Matt didn't want to admit it, but he had a huuuge crush on Gilbert. He loved everything about him – his beautiful white hair, his flashing red eyes, and even that little yellow bird that flew around his head in interviews and photo shoots. Heck, Matt even loved Gilbert's overuse of the word 'awesome.' It was a silly crush, he knew, but hey, who doesn't have a crush on a celebrity?
By the time the song ended, they had reached the place where the concert was being held. They found a parking space a few blocks away and walked towards the stadium. By the time they got there, there was a huge line of excited fans waiting at the entrance for the doors to open. They stood at the end of the line, and Alfred started chatting with the two girls standing in front of them. Finally, the doors opened, and the fans started screaming and chattering excitedly as they were ushered into the building. Alfred flashed his and Matthew's tickets to the lady working there and she led to them to there seats. They were right in front of the stage. Matthew looked up and giggled at the silly messages the fans were texting to the large screen on the ceiling.
"Who else luvz Antonio?? <3 <3 <3" "Francis iz a stud muffin " "Gilbert is SEXY!" "Scream if you're in the front row!" Matt and Al screamed loudly "Cheer if you love strawberries!" "Dance! The text board commands you!" "GILBIRD NEEDS MOAR LOVE!" Matt laughed, then cheered loudly, along with a few other people.
Suddenly, The text board went dark and the lights faded. The stadium filled with ecstatic screams as an announcer said "WELCOME, Ladies and Gentleman to the BAD. TOUCH. TRIO. WORLD TOOOOOOUR!!" There was a beat of fevered silence as everyone waited with bated breath for the band to make their appearance. Then, a loud guitar riff echoed through the stadium. Everyone screamed again, and a trapdoor opened on stage. Matthew watched in awe as Gilbert, Francis and Antoino rose from the center and started playing their first song. Matt beamed and thew his hand in the air, and started jumping and singing to the music, like so many others in the stadium.
In the back corner of his closet sat several stacked boxes. Inside them was a pile of clothes that had been gifts from Alfred a few years previous. Matt had never gotten around to wearing them, because they were ...well, not exactly his style. Gingerly, he picked up and outfit and held it up in front of himself. He glanced at the clock. Only 20 minutes until he had to leave! He put on the clothes and stood in front of his mirror, inspecting himself.
"Hey Mattie, are you finished ye- Oh hot damn, now that's what I'm talking about!" Alfred said as he burst in to Matthew's room. Matt jumped and turned red. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black and white fitted t-shirt, a white belt with black studs, and various silver chains on his hip.
"Come on Matt, we have to do your hair and makeup now~!" singsonged Alfred. "M-makeup?!" Matthew squeaked.
Alfred dragged Matthew into the bathroom and sat him down on the closed toilet. He took a brush and started combing through Matt's messy blonde hair. Once he had brushed it completely through, he took a thin stick of black eyeliner out of his pocket. After taking off Matthew's glasses, Al drew a thin line of eyeliner around his eyes. He replaced the glasses on Matt's face and smiled.
"Dude, you look freakin' awesome!" Said Alfred. "Now come on, let's go!" He grabbed Matt's hand and ran out the door.
They went into the parking lot of Matt's apartment complex and got into Alfred's blue Ford. As they drove onto the highway, Alfred turned on the radio, and started singing along (badly) to the
Katy Perry song that was playing.
" 'Cuz baby you're a fiiIiIIiiirework come on show 'em whaAaAAaaat you're worth~ Make 'em go AH AH AH-"
"Alfred, SHUT UP!"
Alfred laughed and kept singing. Eventually, Mattie started cracking up at Alfred's failed attempts to sing as high as Katy. Near the end of the song, Matt started to sing along too.
"Boom boom boom~ Even brighter than the moon moon mooooon! It's always been inside you you yooooouu~"
When the song ended, there was a pause and both Alfred and Matthew started laughing. The radio announcer started saying the name of the next song, but Matt and Al were laughing too hard to notice, But, when the first note of the song played, Mattie shushed Alfred and cranked up the volume. It was his favourite song by the Bad Friends Trio – Mein Gott. He started headbanging and yell-singing the words
"Someone is calling, I'm being called~ Alright, leave it to me let's go More! More!"
Matt thought the lyrics were pretty silly, but Mein Gott was his favorite song for one reason – it was sung by the guitarist, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Gilbert had only ever sung one song for the band, claiming to be "too awesome to sing" but in reality his song had just been depressingly unpopular with their fans. Matt liked it a lot though. Gilbert had a very different voice than the usual lead singer, Francis Bonnefoy, but it seemed to work for him. Matt didn't want to admit it, but he had a huuuge crush on Gilbert. He loved everything about him – his beautiful white hair, his flashing red eyes, and even that little yellow bird that flew around his head in interviews and photo shoots. Heck, Matt even loved Gilbert's overuse of the word 'awesome.' It was a silly crush, he knew, but hey, who doesn't have a crush on a celebrity?
By the time the song ended, they had reached the place where the concert was being held. They found a parking space a few blocks away and walked towards the stadium. By the time they got there, there was a huge line of excited fans waiting at the entrance for the doors to open. They stood at the end of the line, and Alfred started chatting with the two girls standing in front of them. Finally, the doors opened, and the fans started screaming and chattering excitedly as they were ushered into the building. Alfred flashed his and Matthew's tickets to the lady working there and she led to them to there seats. They were right in front of the stage. Matthew looked up and giggled at the silly messages the fans were texting to the large screen on the ceiling.
"Who else luvz Antonio?? <3 <3 <3" "Francis iz a stud muffin " "Gilbert is SEXY!" "Scream if you're in the front row!" Matt and Al screamed loudly "Cheer if you love strawberries!" "Dance! The text board commands you!" "GILBIRD NEEDS MOAR LOVE!" Matt laughed, then cheered loudly, along with a few other people.
Suddenly, The text board went dark and the lights faded. The stadium filled with ecstatic screams as an announcer said "WELCOME, Ladies and Gentleman to the BAD. TOUCH. TRIO. WORLD TOOOOOOUR!!" There was a beat of fevered silence as everyone waited with bated breath for the band to make their appearance. Then, a loud guitar riff echoed through the stadium. Everyone screamed again, and a trapdoor opened on stage. Matthew watched in awe as Gilbert, Francis and Antoino rose from the center and started playing their first song. Matt beamed and thew his hand in the air, and started jumping and singing to the music, like so many others in the stadium.
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The king and queen watched from the thrones, with hopeful faces.
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The king looked at her with a determined face. "This ball will never end."
Back on the dance floor Anto
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Well, it seemed people actually liked this, so I decided to keep writing. I based the concert hall off of the Boston Garden, since every concert I've gone to has been there. And the stuff on the text board was loosely based off of the text board at the Jonas Brothers concert LOL And I based Matt's clothes off of what a few people were wearing to the Green Day concert.
Anyways, hope you guys liked this chapter~! Tell me if there's any mistakes, okay?
Songs in this chapter are:
Firework by Katy Perry
Mein Gott (Prussia's 2nd character song)
ALL CHAPTERS HERE [link]
Anyways, hope you guys liked this chapter~! Tell me if there's any mistakes, okay?
Songs in this chapter are:
Firework by Katy Perry
Mein Gott (Prussia's 2nd character song)
ALL CHAPTERS HERE [link]
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