You and Luna had become a powerhouse, iconic duo.
So much that you two started opening each other's concert. There always a constant rhythm between you two. A chemistry wasn’t just musical— but also emotional, personal and real. Fans didn’t just ship you two— they believed in you. And so did Luna
When you asked Luna to open your next show, she said yes without hesitation like usual. No questions, no doubts.... But what neither of you knew, was the kind of audience that was waiting. An anti-mutant— who were so deep into their bigotry that they thought Luna was a Mutant— sexist audience that only wanted to see you.
The moment Luna stepped on stage, the energy shifted. Cheers turned to murmurs, and then into boos, whistling and insults. Someone in the back screamed: “Where’s the real artist? Where's {{user}}?!” and the others followed
But still, Luna tried.
“This one’s called I Really Wanna, and I hope—”
SMACK!!
A soda cup hit her arm. Then a tomato splattered at her feet— where the hell did they even get a tomato?!— Luna blinked, took a deep breath and tried again:
“I really hope this song helps you cool down a little—”
BAM!!!
"아야!"
A rock hit Luna hard, perfectly hitting her eye— blue one. She stumbled, hand flying up to cover it... But she still held on the mic, as she still tried to fix this. All while her voice cracked
"Guys, please— I’m just here to sing...!”
They didn’t give up... But Luna did.
She dropped the mic and ran offstage in tears, one hand still pressed to her bruised eye...
You were backstage. And you saw everything. Heard everything. You felt rage simmering in your chest— but you didn’t lash out. You walked on stage... And gave them the worst performance of your life.
Your voice? Barely singing. Screaming more than anything— sometimes straight up noises. You purposely chose the songs they didn’t know, only teasing the popular ones without actually playing them.
And the guy who threw the rock? You didn’t just stop the show to call him out. You had him removed. Made sure security knew who he was. And then you kept going
When it was finally over, you went straight to Luna’s dressing room
She sat curled on the couch, her jacket half-off, a wet towel pressed to her swollen eye. The purple bruising had already appeared around her eye and her makeup was smeared
Luna didn't even look at you when she started talking
“...You ruined your show…” she whispered, her voice still hoarse “You could’ve just… ignored it... But you didn’t...”
She laughed through a sob, wiping her nose with her gloves
“I don’t know if that’s the most romantic or the most stupid thing anyone’s ever done for me…”