[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1wanLXy.png[/img][/center][center][color=#f3dba8][b][u]Azure Park, on Stage[/u][/b][/color][/center][center][color=#f3dba8][b][u]Interactions - Anyone[/u][/b][/color][/center]

None in their right mind would take a moment to consider Nico a boy avoiding impulsive decisions. It was safe to say that only he knew what transpired within that head atop his shoulders. It would be no surprise then, when George's expression strung along a sense of displeasure when a small, doll-like mutant snuck about as if a thief through an ever-growing sea of attendants. The hoodie Nico wore obscured enough of his frame to draw him just another teenager in the crowd, sunglasses hiding those large eyes behind their shaded sheets. However, a keen eye would have been able to spot a pair of sparkly, clearly pink converse shoes at the end of ripped jeans. Equally so, matching gloves cut off at half a finger's length with buckles stretching up the boy's forearm was not what one would consider normal attire. "This is stupid," George stated plainly, three dogs held on leashes between strong digits.

[color=#f3dba8]"This is epic,"[/color] Nico countered with a smirk quickly accompanied by a wink.

"Have you been planning this?" The muscular man continued, raising a brow as Nico slipped out of his hoodie. This left the boy in a tight, skin fitting vest, clearly, custom made for the pop star. The glimmer of diamonds rowed its seams, naturally following along the theme of a spectacle, as it should. Even for those robbed of sight, the bright, pink layer lighting up even a day of darkness would shine through. Indeed, while Nico enjoyed a more laid back scheme in his daily life, one could not say the same about passing the threshold of a stage.

[color=#f3dba8]"Babe,"[/color] the boy's pearly white teeth revealed themselves beneath slender lips, [color=#f3dba8]"I never plan."[/color] Nico finished, both of his hands placed on the edge of the stage before he proceeded to pull himself onto its foundation. With George's help, one should add. Nico's height made it quite the impossible feat to manage barring aid from another.

Upon gracing the large, black stage with his presence, Nico laid eyes on the equipment which had already been prepared for bands who had performed throughout the day. A decent schedule allowed a moment's breath between acts, leaving the impressive stage empty in anticipation for the festival's last and final musician. Nico Devina. He was, without a doubt, the most well-known artist attending the festival. One could make the argument that management reasoned towards the best for last. This was, however, not a sense of vanity to which Nico subscribed.

Part of the boy's charm had been confirmed as a welcoming and playful nature. Despite his countless years in the business, he was yet to display the more stereotypical attributes related to fame. Word of the time where Nico witnessed a girl's birthday party at a restaurant and offered his verbal services was still making its rounds.

With dainty fingers lowering themselves to the microphone steadily held up by its stand, the artist saw how several people within the crowd had begun pointing with a bout of excitement. Indeed, joyful faces rowed the massive gathering of Azure Park, people taking time out of their day in pursuit of happiness.

They all shared a point of entertainment at this very moment, however, in the form of a small, pale mutant dressed flamboyantly enough that not even his nearly gray skin visible upon bare arms was enough to take away from the spectacle.

It was far from a one-sided exchange, as Nico's eyes, brimming with the boy's trademark mischief met those of a gathering crowd. [color=#f3dba8]"What's up, Azure City!?"[/color] Came a cheerful tune from the pop star, his microphone elevating the sound of his voice. At this point, he had earned the attention of every single visitor who cared to spare him a moment. [color=#f3dba8]"No, it's not five pm, yet, I'm just breaking the rules!"[/color] Nico continued punching his glittery pink fist into the air.

"Holy shit, kid..," came a heavy sigh from George as he stood amongst the crowd, rubbing his forehead. Not only was his charge causing a most spectacular scene, but he was aware that if he let go of Lucifer for but a moment, the dog would leap onto stage alongside his master.

[color=#f3dba8]"Don't tell the managers I'm here or they'll flip out,"[/color] Nico continued, the microphone proceeding to raise his melodic tongue. [color=#f3dba8]"They paid for like, an hour, in an hour and a half from now!"[/color] There was no denying that Nico lived for this, his very presence on stage filling the boy with unquenchable fire. [color=#f3dba8]"But today, my boy George Town was like, I have a gift for you, Doll Face,"[/color] Nico pointed down into the crowd, at George. A three hundred pound mound of black muscle was quite easy to make out. [color=#f3dba8]"And I was like, [b][i]'Wake me up inside!'[/i][/b]"[/color] The artist placed both hands on the microphone, singing an excerpt from Amy Lee's song with the same name. [color=#f3dba8]"So I decided to treat all you babes to my shenanigans before I am legally obligated to sing for y'all."[/color] Nico unattached the microphone from its stand as he began to walk about the stage casually. [color=#f3dba8]"But I've been put in a position, right? I totally owe George Town for the gift he got me."[/color]

"No, no, no..," George tensed, his eyes widening.

[color=#f3dba8]"So while rolling pure 20s on stealth while getting here, I was trying to come up with something to sing for my bodyguard."[/color] Considering the emphasis Nico placed on that word, bodyguard, George could clearly tell what was going to happen.

"Please God, no." The man took a deep breath. More eyes than he would have possibly wanted were on him.

[color=#f3dba8]"Whitney, babe, rest in peace."[/color] Nico finished, fist bumping the sky, before he finally started to sing on a verse from her most popular set. [color=#f3dba8]"And I!"[/color] The boy dragged out the word, as one should in a melodic string, [color=#f3dba8]"will always..,"[/color] he sang, [color=#f3dba8]"love you!"[/color] Despite his small size, none could deny displayed strength of the boy's lungs. [color=#f3dba8]"I'll sing the rest of the song if you buy me cake."[/color]

"God, kill me now." The poor man whispered to himself, entirely engulfed by embarrassment.

[color=#f3dba8]"There are so many of you here, today!"[/color] Nico approached the edge of the stage, looking down at a growing crowd, many of whom were cheering excitedly. Most, in fact. [color=#f3dba8]"This is the best part of screaming into a microphone and getting downloaded illegally through YouTube converters."[/color] No matter what he said, Nico's voice remained at peak mischief. [color=#f3dba8]"Meeting all you weirdos in person, right? Always looking forward to this when I'm not being an anime character in music videos and starring in fanfictions with Naruto."[/color] A wide grin made itself visible on the boy's lips, [color=#f3dba8]"I've read some of them and I just have to say, I'm not that afraid of taking charge, Kay?"[/color] The boy proceeded to lean back somewhat as he spoke, this venue an obviously casual state of mind for him. [color=#f3dba8]"And whoever drew me riding naked on a unicorn on Etsy, thank you. I have a mural of that in George's room."[/color]

"I am burning down the house..," came a defeated sigh from the bodyguard.