[color=bc8dbf][h3]Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon[/h3][/color]

[color=fff200][i]Somewhere in an underground complex near Mephisto school... a music concert is being held.[/i][/color]


[color=bc8dbf][i]"Burning fire inside of us! They cannot freeze our cries!

Flaming blaze inside of our core! They cannot see our wings as we soar!

When our smiles decay, laugh or it will die in vain! Such cold eyes seek to make the world crumble! Lost in their dream they cannot help but stumble!

Nowhere to go! Nowhere to hide! Put all of your doubt aside!

Raise up your courage! Your fire! Your spirit! Up the the sky! Let us all dance together now!

The memories, which I had given up comes back to haunt me! I cannot help to go along even if it's out to hurt me!

Nothing too fear! But danger somehow! It's like the... falling of the snow!

Nothing to see! Nothing to hear! Our chosen destiny draws near!

It's time to rise up! Raise your hands high! Spread your arms and let your fiery spirit fly!

Know that you'll reach that distant light somedaaaaay! Let's not keep the fight too far awaaaaaaaaaay!

AAaaaaaahhaaaaahaa aaaaahaaa haaah aaaa....."[/i][/color]



As the highly illegal underground concert came to it's end there were plenty of people seeking autographs from the members of the band for the evening and night. Often it was the singer that ended up having to write the most, and the singer of the band was Alrune.

[b]"I love you R.C!"[/b] A grown woman in the gathering crowd screamed out at the top of her lungs, before there was a swarm, almost like a wave of young girls swarming up to Alrune. The four guards ended up being unable to hold back the tide and soon enough they were swarming over the young singer like bees at a hive.

[b]"I love you so much~!"[/b] One blonde girl screamed as another fainted, a young man was also up there wanting his cap signed amidst all the chaos. While the sound all around was overpowering, more so than it had been when they were on stage playing. The boy simply took the coloured pencil from his pocket, putting the lid between his lips and then with a plop let the pencil do it's magic by signing caps, papers, shirts, merchandise or not.

[b]"I am never going to wash my arm ever again!"[/b] A pinkhaired woman in her twenties said in a cheery tone, as another brunette fainted. Again. Forcing more of the guards to dash and help the fainted ones, which left the young singer more hard pressed to say the least.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Ahah.. did you like it?"[/b][/color] Alrune asked one of the fans as he was getting hugged by three and pulled in his arms in at least four different directions.

[b]"Please go on a date with me!"[/b] A younger girl with glasses blurted out amidst the gasps and shrieks, followed by another proposal. [b]"I am going to marry you when I grow up!" [/b]A twin-tailed girl around his own age screamed out.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Ahah...hah... ehe... uh missus-es! Ahem!"[/b][/color] Alrune raised both his hands and the crowd went more silent to hear what he had to say.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"I highly appreciate your kind offers! But I am not ready for that kind of thing just yet."[/b][/color] Alrune said in the most grown up manner he could project, before the crowd went back to screaming bloody murder.

[b]"He's soo cool!"[/b] One girl yelled with a squeak, followed by a woman who looked to be in her thirties. [b]"He's soo CUTE~! I am dying!"[/b]  Amidst all the screaming and pushing, Alrune could notice a familiar face wading through the crowd, it was his manager. It took him awhile to force his way through, almost loosing his round glasses in the process. 

[b]"We highly appreciate your attendance to tonights event! Your contribution to our coff- collegeues will allow us to keep up playing for you wonderfully rich, rich in character folks!"[/b] The manager said in a manner that seemed way too cheery and energic for someone of his age. The guy was basically ancient. He was balding after all. The appearance of the manager and the signing of autographs by Alrune and the rest of the band seems to have sated the thirsty mob for now. Thus the young man once again found himself travelling down the long underground corridor to his artist room with his manager right next to him. A hand like always on his shoulder.


[b]"You did great out there Al! We made a great profit today, the best one so far! If we keep this up we are going to be filthy rich in notime. You be amazed just how much we can charge the tickets for. You saw how wildly those girls were throwing themselves at you? They would pay ANY price we put for the tickets. Or their parents would. Either way is fine. Speaking of parents, I am sure yours are mighty proud by now."[/b] The manager said in a jovial tone, with an underlying sense of greed. 

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Ahh? Well... I am happy they liked it."[/b][/color] Alrune said in a low voice, as he was gradually guided to his room which the manager quickly opened for his singing goldmine.

[b]"I think we may have to replace Duggo, he is not keeping up with the rest, I heard him slip on the strings. We can't allow that kind of screw-up in this branch. So he's gotta go and we find someone better. Perhaps someone whose even cheaper. The little rascal has the nerve to demand more pay. That's what I like about you Al. You are happy with what you get."[/b] The manager took out a cigar from his cigar-box that he always carried in his coat, lighting it in the room and taking a whiff.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Duggo tried his hardest. I am sure he won't do it again. Uh... would you mind not smoking in here."[/b][/color] Alrune said as he soon after threw himself at the bed. He was exhausted. The manager made a grunt, but soon enough put his cigar out. [b]"Ofcourse. Anything for the second coming of Shal-Akkun. Boy that guy must have brought in millions... I wouldn't want you to feel too ill to perform. That would be disastrous."[/b] The man gave himself a mental reprimand, he had to make sure his money-making machine was performing at top quality. At least until he felt it needed to replace him. Alrune sighed deeply and blew some air through his mouth. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Again with this Shal-Akkun. I am tired of being compared with him. I am not him! Please leave me alone now! I am tired..."[/b][/color] Alrune said in a irritated manner, his expression going slightly sour if not abit pouty.

[b]"Listen here you lit- Fine. I will brief you soon about the next gig."[/b] The manager rose up from the seat he had hogged for himself, and exited the room. The purple haired boy gave out another sigh, reaching up with his arm to feel his forehead. The talks with the manager usually was a good source of getting a headache. But he wasn't planning on getting anymore of that for the day, thus he went up to the door and locked it, before hurling himself on the bed and burrowing his face into the pillow.

[color=bc8dbf][i]'Shal-Akkun...'[/i][/color] He thought as his eyes began to glimmer in anger. If there was one name he didn't like to hear it was that one. Being constantly compared with an old and dead, although good musician of the past. Rumor has it he lived to see a hundred years too. Al couldn't help but think back to his home. His mother and father. All his siblings. He hoped they were all safe and well. While he held a fear to fall asleep, due to nightmares, he couldn't hold back it anymore due to how tired he was. He drifted off peacefully.