Your name is Tavros Nitram. You're nineteen years old and dropped out of school at the tender age of sixteen after having one too many run-ins with people who had made it their business to ensure your school life a living hell.

It might have been the way you dressed (a pair of low hung black jeans, old sneakers that had seen better days and a top supporting the logo of your favourite underground band)
Or, it could have been the way you looked. You weren't exactly tall, reaching only 5'7 on the best of days which apparently helped signal you out as an easy target from the very start, though according to recent information you had gathered from the small circle of friends you still kept in contact from your old school days, it had in fact been your hair which had originally been the cause of all this mess.

Personally you didn't see anything wrong your hair. Mohawks were cool; at least that's what you thought. You'd tried other styles but nothing seemed to fit as well as the floppy strip of hair down the centre of your head. It didn't matter now anyway. You weren't at school anymore, you'd left, and though you sometimes wished you could have stayed, you didn't like to dwell on the past, especially on a night like this.

The night you'd been looking forward to for the past six weeks.

You have a wide range of interests ranging from small animal care (you currently work full time at a pet shop, your main source of income which you use to fuel your other hobbies as well as paying the rent on your kinda shitty but comfy one bedroom apartment down town) as well as a strong interest in RPG games, especially the ones where you get to have animal sidekicks and go on adventures. You also enjoy body modification, currently only having your nose pierced with a small bull ring in the centre, though you're looking into getting more done in the future when you can get over your fear of needles and get pierced professionally without having to be drunk off your own ass like last time and doing it with a block of ice and a sewing needle.

But your main interest by far is music. Or more specifically the band 'Sea goat syntax'.
The band was formed four years ago and had been playing the local club scenes for the last year or so since the band had spent their first three years writing songs as well as having to find a new key board player after their old one, Eridan Ampora, apparently flipped his shit at the band's drummer, Sollux Captor, and left taking along with him the bands main source of income since the guys parents were loaded and were happy to spew out money into the project as long as their son took centre stage.

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Tavros had been scared the band would split up after that but it seemed to have only made them stronger, producing some of what Tavros believed to be their best songs in the upcoming months after the whole Eridan fiasco.

Now that the band seemed to have found its footing it was building up a rapidly growing fan base and while Tavros had often been able to purchase tickets for their shows with relative ease when he had enough money left over from rent, it was now becoming a lot harder.

If it hadn't had been for Nepeta, one of his closest friends from school, who had managed to get him tickets from her rather large and scary friend Equius, who was helping the band set up their equipment then Tavros was sure he wouldn't have had a chance to attend tonight but for once the fates had decided to go easy on the boy and he'd made it, lining up along with hundred or so others outside of the club waiting for the doors to open so he could get his fix.

Tavros stood with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, running the tip of his fingers over his phone and wallet while he shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to keep his shivers at bay. With so many people packed so tightly together he'd of thought it would have been enough to fight back against the night air but he'd been wrong. To be fair it was the middle of March so he probably should have dressed for colder weather but he didn't want to have to leave layers after layers of clothing in the clubs coat room. People tended to have a bad habit of picking up clothes that didn't belong to them and not bother to give them back, and Tavros didn't want to lose yet another jacket to someone else's sticky fingers.

When the doors finally opened he was caught off guard by the sudden rush of people swarming to get into the building and he felt himself fall forwards, landing on his hands and knees but quickly shoving himself back to his feet. He'd heard stories of people getting killed at shows when someone in the crowed fell and suddenly ended up with someone's high heels impaled through their eye socket, and that wasn't exactly how Tavros wanted to start his night.

The little stumble had cost him his place in line and when he finally got inside he found himself forced to the back of the room, unable to get through the crowed the front of the stage, but, honestly he didn't care. As long as he could hear the music and see the band then he didn't mind not being within touching distance of them, content to stay at the back where it was less crowded and just stand and move his body to music.

When the band came on stage he had to cover his ears with everyone in the building screaming at the sight of the four of them.

Sollax captor, the band's drummer came out first. He was in his mid twenties and Tavros knew from his intensive research into the band members the man was an incredibly skilled computer programmer and currently ran a side business repairing peoples laptops and using the money to help fund the band.

Next out was Karkat vantas. He was the guy who had replaced Eridan after he'd left but Tavros didn't know much about him. As far as he could work out the guy a friend of the band and had agreed to fill in for Eridans spot until they could find someone else but in the end he just hadn't ever left. Tavros didn't know why but Karkat always seemed to look oddly pissed off for a guy in a room full of adoring fans, though Tavros guessed maybe it wasn't for everyone but still, that begged the question why would he stay in the band if he hated it so much?

Next out was the bands base guitarist and backup singer Jade Harley. The girl looked a little bit out of place in a band that primarily played rock styled songs but no one could deny the girl was good at what she did, not to mention beautiful, drawing in a lot of the bands male fans with her cute bucked toothed smile and her musical talent.

Last out was the bands main guitarist and lead singer, Gamzee Makara. He was the one who had originally formed the band. He lived on Tavros's side of the city though no one was exactly sure where, rumours having spread that the man was homeless or simply slept in random disused buildings but Tavros didn't believe that. He tended to not believe a lot of the stuff he'd heard about the tall black haired male since most of it was negative. People said he'd been in jail, that he was a drug addict, an alcoholic, anything to do with addictions and apparently Gamzee makara took part in it. Though he couldn't deny the man was a little...odd to say the least, playing every show and only coming out in public with his face painted up with white and grey face paint. Tavros always believed the best in people and he didn't think someone with a voice so silky and such talented skills on a musical instrument could be the raving crack head his fans played him up to be.

Truth be told he didn't want to believe negative things about Gamzee. Though he'd never admit it, he might have had a tiny bit of a crush on the man. Ok. Maybe a bit more than a 'tiny crush'. More like a heart pounding wet dream inducing blush creeping crush that he would never openly tell anyone about (apart from maybe Nepeta), but he wasn't dumb enough to think anything would ever come from his infatuation which was why unlike some fans he didn't go out of his way to try and get close to the man. He'd seen girls throw themselves onto the stage only to be dragged away my security moments later, kicked out of any future shows but thinking it was all worth it since they had been able to touch Gamzee's hand, leg, face, any part of his body.

No.

No way.

Tavros didn't want to be like that.
Just as he was happy to admire the band from afar at the back of the room, he was also happy to keep his adoration to the depths of his mind and not act out as so many others tended to do. He just wanted to listen to the music and watch his favourite band play, and maybe, just maybe watch a little more intently when Gamzee would throw his head back and arch his hips forwards to hit those notes that just needed a little more 'umph'