underground life;

illestdemento:

The lights were dimmed, loud music blasting. Demento was surrounded by people talking about things he didn’t have much care for, an occasional nod or him saying “oh really” was given by him to show that he was at least paying attention. In reality he wasn’t, his attention was given to the people performing. No one was able to catch his attention these days, he was just waiting for his turn to perform. He liked the feel of the stage no matter how small it was. He enjoyed rapping, enjoyed hearing the crowd get pumped. His music was the only thing that interested him these days. Or music in general.

Sighing he brought his attention back to the people around him, hearing that there was yet another rookie performing today. Demento cringed a bit, hoping things would go well with the new kid. Few were able to hold their own, to perform amazingly their first time. And for a rookie to perform on this size of a stage, at this club it was certainly surprising. He decided to look for the kid asking the people around him where he could find the rookie. They simply pointed to the side of the stage, a young but rather tall and lanky boy stood there. His eyes watching the stage intently.

Demento couldn’t help but laugh at that, recalling he was just like that when he first came into the scene. As he neared the tall kid, his hand reach out, a finger tapping his shoulder. The stranger turned his head towards him, “Aye you’re the Rookie right? The newbie? Name’s Demento.” Extending his hand out for the stranger to shake.

A flick of the lighter and the small orange flame appeared, slowly burning the cancer stick Junhong would inhale in just seconds. It wasn’t part of his habits but gripping his pants wouldn’t calm the nervousness he was feeling right now and he needed something stronger. Something that would warm his insides. He brought the cigarette up to his lips, inhaled through his mouth as the killer smoke engulfed his throat, bringing the warm feeling he was looking for as he exhaled the smoke. Instantly his nerves calmed down and he was able to stand up, in time to continue his small walk towards the place he would perform today for the first time.

That’s right, perform in an underground club. He would be rapping today, first time to face a big crowd and fears of failing gnawed at the back of his mind. Junhong, to be exact, smoked only when he really needed to relax and just, chill. Though this was no time to take things easy, he knew he couldn’t freak out before he even arrived at the place. So to make things easier he just smoked. Quickly he arrived at the destined place and let the cigarette fall to the ground while he grinded the heel of his shoe against it, putting it off. He walked down the flight of stairs leading down to a place filled with wonders others wouldn’t understand.

As soon as he walked in, the one in charge of the performances being given, grabbed him by the arm when he saw the blue haired boy arrive. “You’re late and you’re up next after that guy.” the stranger said loudly as he led Junhong to the some of the stage, where he would wait his turn. He stood there, admiring the stage were he would be standing on, finally doing what he yearned for since long time ago. As the thoughts ran through his mind he felt a light tap on his shoulder, making him look around and he is faced with another guy who was shorter than him. “Yeah, that’s me.” he answered in a dazed tone; then he looked at the other’s hand and then extended his own, grasping the strangers hand in his and giving it a firm shake. “Zelo” he replied simply, now people would start learning his stage name instead of his actual name.

I passed out until today Omg OTL