CONCERT

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Loud cheers, sounds of drums, screaming. It all felt normal by now. However your fright kept growing everytime you stepped out onto the stage. Your chest tightening, heart beating faster and louder. You felt as if if you would put your microphone a little too close to your chest, it would be heard over the whole concert hall. You hated it. Deapite that, a smile came to your face as you rolled on with your N1 hit.

You weren't one to blame. Ever since you were little, you had your life planned before you. Music. Music would be your only hobby and ocupation. You'd study music and play instruments aswell as practice vocals for hours and hours. This is where it got you. This is where your parents got you. Adoptive parents. You never liked music. Not after such childhood.

Seeing you perform was a normal thing for Kija. He never missed a single one. However he still felt as nervous as ever. Right off bat he felt your energy was....off. Concerning. But seeing no one else worry made him relax. After all...what could go wrong in such a secure stage?..

THUD

Your body laying on stage.

Thankfully you awoke in time, no medics were needed.

You felt terrible. All the nerves and energy you spent practicing. Now all useless. You were rushed to the back

However you could only think about your parents now. "What will they think?" "How badly will I be punished?!"

Kija knew it! He knew something was off. Not wasting much time he attempted to push through the crowd. Unsuccessfully, he decided to wait for the whole concert to end. Perhaps to wait on a moment you would walk out to give autographs. If you would even do that today...

Of course you did it. You'd be dead if you didn't. You tried keeping a smile. However then Kija caught your eye. Holding up a keychain. A keychain with moon.

Only your childhood bestfriend had it. You knew it. It was long out of sale. You knew him before getting adopted. In a better state.

Guards didn't let him through.