Snippet #1755091

Kenzi was mostly unaware at first, floating in a daze of black and warmth. He was so comfortable… why was he so comfortable? Last he remembered he had been up on stage with the band at his back, fans screaming – both new and old – the name of Vanilla Dream. He could still hear their voices in the back of his mind, pulsing and crying and singing out his name, and the names of his dearest friends. He still couldn’t believe that they had made it. They were really famous now… on their way… He felt like he was still on the stage…

No, no he didn’t. It had been hours since they had left the stage. Many hours. Almost too long. He wanted to be back up there, performing… but the concert was over now. He was crashed out on his bed, totally exhausted. At least, he had been. Now he had slept, he had some of his energy back.

Groaning quietly, Kenzi opened his eyes and sat up, staring around the living room of the apartment shared by the members of Vanilla Dream. He reached up, running his hands through the tousled strands of his blonde-and-black hair in confusion. Why was he in the living room, crashed out on the couch…?
Right. He’d never actually made it to his bed. He wondered if the others had made it much further than he had… He knew that he was still in his concert clothes, a black jacket trimmed with glistening black feathers and falling nearly to the floor, a black shirt and black jeans decorated with chains, high-heeled black boots… lots of black. But then, he looked good in black.

He pushed himself to his feet, straightening his jacket tiredly.
“Ugh…” he muttered. “What time…?” he glanced at the clock.

It was almost noon.

He sighed quietly. Time to wake up the other members.
On silent feet Kenzi headed down the hall to Tag’s room, knocking lightly on the door.

“Tag,” he called out in a voice only slightly less bright and peppy than usual. “Time to get up!”

~.~

Charlotte sniffed quietly and stirred, opening his eyes in a daze. For one heart-pounding moment, he didn’t know where he was…

And that heart-pounding moment did not end when he realized where he was. And that eh was entirely alone. Normally, he would have gone to sleep in one of the other members’ rooms. They all knew he hated being alone. He couldn’t understand why-

Oh. The concert. They had all crashed.

Swallowing tightly, Char tried to suppress the unreasonable fear that came up in him whenever he found himself in a room alone. He knew it was stupid. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of. That didn’t stop him from imagining that with every instant of solitude, his father was going to come crashing through that door…

He whimpered quietly and scrambled to his feet, dashing out of the room and into the hall. He staggered slightly, glancing around…
There was Kenzi. He let out a sigh of relief as Kenzi looked around, grinning.

“Morning, Char!” Kenzi laughed brightly. “Want to get Stef up for me?”