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

The boy's balancing along the sidewalk had gone well, until the local clothing store caught his attention. The display of clothes were so different from what he remembered from his homeland, and in many regards he liked the Rhean style far better. Perhaps with exception of the pants which were very fluffy, almost balloon-like in El-Undura. His gaze wandered however away from the mannequins in the display windows as he spotted a pretty girl inside of the store, she was clearly older than him. Perhaps by just a couple of years. 

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Wow. She's beautiful."[/b][/color] He said aloud outside in the street before grabbing his own mouth as he realized what he did, and to make matters worse an older woman was passing him by. He could do nothing but awkwardly smile with his eyes closed. Maybe if he closed them hard enough reality could warp itself and undo it. 

[color=bc8dbf][i]'Stupid. Why did you have to blurt that out like that?'[/i][/color] He thought in lamentation, and ruffled his own hair as soon as the older woman had passed him by. This ofcourse didn't stop Al from throwing a glance into the shop again, but now the girl was gone. [color=bc8dbf][i]'Oh come on! Ahh... well abit of bad luck means there's bound to be some good luck ahead!'[/i][/color]

As he was headbanging to the beat playing, he completely paid no attention to anything around him aside from the places where he had to cross the street. Upon reaching the Grand Library building, the boy opened his mouth to try think of something refined to say about it. That's what scholars and artists did.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Well that's like... kind of cool?"[/b][/color] He felt uncertain momentarily and decided it was probably best to shut up or he would say something embarassing again. The boy also deactivated his neurobeat music.


[color=bc8dbf][i]'This place is huge. Like several stages at least. Why were I heading here to begin with? Oh man. I have totally forgotten...'[/i][/color] The boy's gaze fell to the floor, he couldn't for the love of the gods remember his reason for coming to the library to begin with. Was his phonecall with the manager at fault? The beautiful girl he had seen? The older woman that had unfortunately witnessed his exclamation in public?  He swallowed and then treaded into the place in a manner he could almost be mistaken for a thief, he was that uncertain how to behave in a place like this. On the stage he was someone else, it was a role he played. In private he was himself. But here? He was clueless how to socially behave with non-fans. Whatever happens, he knew he would have to try his best not to get in trouble. Definitely.


The gods would not have it.

A girl had all of a sudden screamed out, calling for aid against a pervert. The loud noise had almost made Al fall forwards into the bookshelf he was inspecting. He felt his heart beating quickly before his mind came up to speed. And he homed in on the source of the sound. A blonde girl.

[color=bc8dbf][i]'A pervert?! Oh! It must be that guy... a bad guy. But this is definitely trouble, I should stay out of trouble but this girl needs help-'[/i][/color] Al watched as Darla pointed towards Maverick. Fighting in a library was definitely off-limits, even more so than being loud and singing. But he felt as if a heavy stone was in his chest. He wanted to help. He did. Wasn't there a bouncer nearby? Normally these things would fall into their hands or his manager.

Then he heard the girl again, offering two million to the person which would aid her.

[color=bc8dbf][i]'It's rescue time!'[/i][/color] Al's face beamed up, as all the money in his mind turned into food and new performance gear.

The boy reached up with both his hands to clasp his own face, hitting it softly as he was prepping himself for an act of heroism. The plan was simple, ride in like a knight on a horse, but without the horse. Draw the sword to defeat the evil, but the sword was a magical guitar and not stutter. Alrune drew his guitar from his back and put it into both his hands before he started to run, sliding on the library floor with his shoes the last bit of distance to place himself inbetween Darla and Mav.

[color=bc8dbf][i]'This is so cool... but better focus! Tell that villain his lewd ways are over.'[/i][/color] Al psyched himself up before opening his mouth.

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Y-y-you s-should leave t-the lady al-alone p-pervert. Please g-g-go away..."[/b][/color] Alrune reached out and pointed with his right hand towards Maverick. Somehow his tongue and mouth had lagged behind this time, perhaps it was because of he not having a sheet with what he should sing, or the backup by the bandmembers. Or the ever watchful stare of his manager. 

[color=bc8dbf][i]'I hope I haven't just screwed my career over or my lifetime expectancy.'[/i][/color] Al swallowed slightly as he realized he might have to end up fighting.

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