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After a few seconds, purple lights switched on, giving the hall an eerie atmosphere. As their eyes adjusted to the new illumination, the silhouettes of four men appeared in front of them, the uproar of the buzzing crowd getting louder by the second.
As Jørn sat behind his drums and started playing with them, Leah got more excited. His drumsticks came down to his toms, marking some kind of Viking war drumbeat, rhythm slowly changing into the ominous pace of their opening song as he hit the bass drums with ferocity. His long blond hair moved in circles while he headbanged.
The rest of the members joined, and Leah's heart sped up. No matter how many times she watched their videos or listened to their music, nothing compared to the energy of one of their lives.
The lights turned a soft shade of blue, and Alex began to move on the stage with that cocky attitude he used to have, playing some low and aggressive notes on his bass. He didn't even need the long hair he had in the past to make everyone feel the power emanating from every single pore of his tattooed, shirtless chest. He owned it.
As a characteristic sliding guitar sound resonated through the space, Leah's focus shifted to Ian. With the colorful tattoos adorning his arms and his hair cut in a mohawk style, the top longer than the last time she saw them playing, the way the Irish guitarist moved on stage, prompting the crowd to scream louder.
Flashes of light followed the bass drum hits as they kept giving their all, the harsh and solid melody taking over everything. And in the middle of that frantic atmosphere there he stood, the man that made her heart race like no one else.
He was already playing too, his white guitar shining under the spotlights as he moved closer to the mic.
Jørn picked up the pace and with incredible skill he set a perfect tempo, controlling the others like a master of puppets. The whole band was headbanging, haunting everyone with their dark, electrifying sound, everything falling into place when Søren's voice thundered in her ears.
Shivers ran through all her nerves as her eyes followed his every move. His confident and imposing attitude on the stage was hypnotizing.
That man was a creature from another world. He had it all. The intense gaze, the muscular body covered in tattoos, the jeans that fit him like a glove, and the ability to make everyone vibrate with the strings of his guitar as he played. But what always had her on her toes was his deep, raspy voice, so full of emotions and torn, rippling into a darker shade when he growled.
As the music went on, Leah lost herself into it, feeling every cell in her tuning into their frequency as she sang along. Chris put his arm around her shoulder and smiled at her as he joined her in what probably was the lamest singing of their lives, but she couldn't care less. She was enthralled by the explosion of that recycled ball of emotions that were their lyrics, intoxicated by the beautiful notes filling every particle in the air.
The musicians flew through their set as they jumped from one song to the next. Every smirk, every horn sign, every jump, every harmonic, every drop of sweat made Leah's heart race, bursting with enthusiasm when Søren squinted and his eyes found hers.
She was one of the hundreds inside the venue, but somehow, he managed to find her, bringing her small existence into notice as he pierced through the bubble that protected her.
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