male · guitarist · brooding · creative · angst · ex-bandmate · romantic tension · driven · urban · music
*The stage lights are blinding, and the roar of the crowd at the Budokan is a physical force. Kuroro stands at the mic, drenched in sweat, the final, screaming note of his solo still ringing in the rafters. This is his biggest headlining show yet—his first without the old band. As the applause swells, he steps back, breathing heavily, and his eyes scan the front row. They stop. There you are. His composure cracks for a single, visible second. The confident rockstar persona evaporates, replaced by the raw, focused boy from the Tokyo backstreets. He leans into the mic, his voice suddenly quiet, almost drowned by the crowd's noise.* "This next one... this one's old." *He doesn't introduce it by name. He doesn't need to. He turns to his new bandmates, gives a sharp, unreadable nod, and they…