~Dream~
It's only an hour until showtime and they were all over the place. Hairstylist rushed to get all four band member's hair ready while fashion designers looked for their clothes.
Each member wore a simple loose sweater with a smiley face on it. Dream's was lime green, Wilbur's yellow, Karl's purple, and Ranboo's black and white. And white ripped jeans with boots.
Their hair was all dyed. Dream had green highlights, Wilbur had yellow highlights, the tips of Karl's were purple, and Ranboo never changed his, he kept his iconic black and white split dyed hair.
He sat on the comfortable coats with fur covered cushions, bouncing his leg impatiently.
The clock ticked.
"Dream! C'mon!" Ranboo's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "Three minutes 'til showtime!"
Dream smiled and hurried after his friend, waiting on the side of the huge stage with his other band members.
A producer appeared before them, "Showtime. Goodluck guys."
As the four entered the stage, thousands upon thousands of cheers erupted from the crowd and Dream could barely make out George and Nick cheering near the front, he gave them a lopsided grin as he gripped his mic, adjusting it.
"What's up guys?" He asked loudly, glancing around the crowd, "Are we ready for tonight?"
'Yes's rang throughout the crowd and Dream chuckled, "Are we ready? Wil? Karl? Ranboo?"
"Yes!" His friends replied enthusiastically and Dream laughed, "Alrighty, why don't we jump right into it."
"Here's Into The Night."
The lights dimmed and Dream shuffled his feet, waiting for the music to begin.
The strumming of Wilbur's and Karl's guitars echoed throughout the stadium. He sucked in a deep breath and let hs voice swim through the air.
"Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell
She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see how the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands and we sang"
Wilbur joined in with him, keeping a nigher melody.
"Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
And the voices rang like the angels sing
We're singing, ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
And we danced on into the night
Ay oh ay oh, ay oh ay oh
And we danced on into the night"
He smiled, strutting around the stage is squatting down in front of a group of girls, who squealed at his sassy appearance he made. Wilbur made his way to the front on the other side, singing in front of another group of teenagers.
"Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place
You could tell how we felt from the look on her face
She was spinning in circles with the moon in her eyes
The room left them moving between you and I
We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night, and we sang"
He jumped back onto his feet gracefully and shoved his shoulder into Wil playfully, eyeing him and smiling even wider.
"Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
And the voices rang like the angels sing
We're singing, ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
And we danced on into the night
Ay oh ay oh, ay oh ay oh
And we danced on into the night"
"Hit it boys!" He whooped and the instruments became wilder, the boys playing their hearts out as Dream panted, catching his breath.
"Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell
It was love from above, like it saved me from hell
She had fire in her soul it was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me
There were drums in the air as she started to dance
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands, and we sang"
"Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, and the voices rang like the angels sing
We're singing ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
And we danced on into the night, ay oh ay oh, ay oh ay oh
And we danced on into the night
And the voices rang like the angels sing
Ay oh ay oh, ay oh ay oh, and we danced on into the night, ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
Ay oh ay oh
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay
Ay oh ay oh"
His voice faded in sync with the music and he watched as the audience cheered loudly, whooping and yelling.
"Whoo," He breathed, "That was awesome, wasn't it?"
'Yeahs!" echoed throughout the stadium and he chuckled, "Alrighty."
Songs went on and on and Dream was literally dying, his breath was coming in rasps but he was enjoying this, and the crowd cheering him on gave him a boost of energy.
"Up next is Roaring 20s!"
"Broadway is black like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summers
Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thankless"
He met eye contact with George, who's eyes widened and he could see him giggle and whisper something to Nick.
"This is my roaring, roaring 20's
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I want, I wanna go home"
Wil sang along with him and took a louder note, drowning out Dream's voice ever so slightly, but never the instruments. He met Karl's gaze when the guitarist lifted his head and smiled at Dream and flicked the hair out of his face.
"My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk-tied tourniquet"
"This is my roaring, roaring 20's
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I want, I wanna go home"
He came back to back with Wilbur as they sang now on the same pitch, Ranboo's sticks slamming against the symbols and drums behind them.
"Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
If it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
I don't know if I will survive
Lighters up if you're feelin' me
Fade to black if you're not mine
'Cause I just need a sign, or a signal inside"
"This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me a, roll me a blunt"
"This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I want, I wanna go home"
"I wanna go home"
They lifted their mics to the air, leaning against each other for support. Dream panted, smiling. "We have one more song and then a surprise afterwards."
"Up next, Why You Only Call Me When You're High."
"The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes
Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you"
They singers weren't running around this time, they stood a few feet away from each other, standing infront of standing mics with lights dimmed, focusing specifically on the band players, making the rest of the stadium dark.
"Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite
I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?
It's harder and harder to get you to listen
More I get through the gears
Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas"
"Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind
Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply
"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?""
"And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I
It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time
I haven't found all I was hopin' to find
You said you gotta be up in the mornin'
Gonna have an early night
And you're startin' to bore me, baby
Why'd you only call me when you're high?"
""Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"
"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?""
He stood there, smiling with his band behind him, all listening to the applauses of the audience, and he swore he could specifically hear George.
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