Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
The Basement Theater
The crowd soared and cheered even in the smaller theater, louds whistles being heard every once in a while as the band in the set before Tezuka's played. They were loud and young, a combination that made them a rowdy bunch of kids jumping around the stage like monkeys. Tezuka sniffed loudly and pushed himself from his spot leaning against the right side of the stage, making a quick descent into the underbelly of the theater's multi-purpose back stage. He slipped past a few members of another local band that had opened the show and smiled at them, clasping hands and bringing his arm around in a half hug with the guitarist and drummer before continuing along the narrow tunnel.
He was in his younger gigai for the evening, looking to be about his late teens/early twenties with a sleeveless shirt that fit snugly against his well defined form and shorts that gave him coverage without looking ghetto like some of his younger friends did. Dirty blond covered his head, short on the sides with a little extra length in the front that made him look like he almost had a devil tail and covered his strikingly blue eyes as it swept to and fro in front of his face. With his gauges in again he looked like any metal head his age.
A hand rose up to knock on a door marked '4' and he opened it shortly afterward to pop his head, recoiling a little as smoke wafted past his nostrils. "Quick smokin' that s**t 'n get set up, Jay!" He frowned and closed the door after receiving the bird and made his way further down the hallway into an open area that held all sorts of refreshments and amenities for the bands to find other of his fellow band members munching on chips and drinking soda or beer, noting the states of a few of them. Luckily his crew weren't drinking any alcohol, but he was still getting annoyed that there was even any set out before the show had started. He turned his attention to three guys sitting quietly in chairs, one tapping a set of drumsticks on an adjacent stool top while bobbing his head rhythmically to the beat produced. "Yo, Sam! Bobby still in the bathroom blowin' chunks or what?" He asked the drummer, receiving a nodded 'mmhmm'. "Alrighty, good. Tell him to come up in ten so we can get ready to put out s**t onstage. We're on in twelve."
He turned away after receiving another nod and felt the two that had been with Sam coming up on his rear, obviously getting ready to set up their own equipment on the stage after the band in front of them cleared out. There was gonna be a five minute intermission between bands, but it still felt hurried no matter how many times Tezuka had done it. Thankfully for his group they'd gotten smart and had most of the amps set up with wheeled platforms and almost always set up the main frame of the drum kit right when they got there. Tezuka had also warmed up for an hour before they'd gotten there and had kept going with his ritual until about fifteen minutes into the last band's set, so things were mostly ready just to be ripped right into.
They were back behind the curtain again, him and the other two watching as the band currently on stage led the crowd in rather cluttered attempt at a mosh pit. It wouldn't last long, but it was still funny to see them all so enthusiastic to watch their peers beat the s**t out of each other. '7 more minutes.'
The Basement Theater
The crowd soared and cheered even in the smaller theater, louds whistles being heard every once in a while as the band in the set before Tezuka's played. They were loud and young, a combination that made them a rowdy bunch of kids jumping around the stage like monkeys. Tezuka sniffed loudly and pushed himself from his spot leaning against the right side of the stage, making a quick descent into the underbelly of the theater's multi-purpose back stage. He slipped past a few members of another local band that had opened the show and smiled at them, clasping hands and bringing his arm around in a half hug with the guitarist and drummer before continuing along the narrow tunnel.
He was in his younger gigai for the evening, looking to be about his late teens/early twenties with a sleeveless shirt that fit snugly against his well defined form and shorts that gave him coverage without looking ghetto like some of his younger friends did. Dirty blond covered his head, short on the sides with a little extra length in the front that made him look like he almost had a devil tail and covered his strikingly blue eyes as it swept to and fro in front of his face. With his gauges in again he looked like any metal head his age.
A hand rose up to knock on a door marked '4' and he opened it shortly afterward to pop his head, recoiling a little as smoke wafted past his nostrils. "Quick smokin' that s**t 'n get set up, Jay!" He frowned and closed the door after receiving the bird and made his way further down the hallway into an open area that held all sorts of refreshments and amenities for the bands to find other of his fellow band members munching on chips and drinking soda or beer, noting the states of a few of them. Luckily his crew weren't drinking any alcohol, but he was still getting annoyed that there was even any set out before the show had started. He turned his attention to three guys sitting quietly in chairs, one tapping a set of drumsticks on an adjacent stool top while bobbing his head rhythmically to the beat produced. "Yo, Sam! Bobby still in the bathroom blowin' chunks or what?" He asked the drummer, receiving a nodded 'mmhmm'. "Alrighty, good. Tell him to come up in ten so we can get ready to put out s**t onstage. We're on in twelve."
He turned away after receiving another nod and felt the two that had been with Sam coming up on his rear, obviously getting ready to set up their own equipment on the stage after the band in front of them cleared out. There was gonna be a five minute intermission between bands, but it still felt hurried no matter how many times Tezuka had done it. Thankfully for his group they'd gotten smart and had most of the amps set up with wheeled platforms and almost always set up the main frame of the drum kit right when they got there. Tezuka had also warmed up for an hour before they'd gotten there and had kept going with his ritual until about fifteen minutes into the last band's set, so things were mostly ready just to be ripped right into.
They were back behind the curtain again, him and the other two watching as the band currently on stage led the crowd in rather cluttered attempt at a mosh pit. It wouldn't last long, but it was still funny to see them all so enthusiastic to watch their peers beat the s**t out of each other. '7 more minutes.'
