Post by Liam Dalton on Aug 6, 2015 10:31:28 GMT -5
A snow-white hand ran across the thick fabric - soft chuckles lost within the folds of the crimson curtains, before a young man walked through them. He himself was dressed in a black suit with a gray tie. 'Formal Attire Colors' said the card that was inside the box when he opened it. It suited his body perfectly, or how Liam normally preferred them to. It fit his body extremely well, while giving him room to breath, and not show off his fit form underneath. It had always bugged him when people wore suits that had sleeves that barely contained their muscles or fat. Now to the question that would surely be on everyone's mind. Why was he here? There weren't any special events, and no eyes of an awed audience to look at him. There actually wasn't a single living soul beside himself. But that was exactly why! There wasn't anyone around to judge him for what he was about to do.
Stepping further toward the edge of the stage - his sapphire blue gaze took in each and every seat. As he basked in the lonesome silence, a goofy smile formed on his lips. He pulled his hands out of his pockets with a small grey remote in his left (Something he had snatched from the box of miscellaneous stuff). "It's a little bit to quiet!" He called out to the nonexistent audience as the sentence echoed back to him. In the back of his mind he thanked Arceus that there wasn't anyone else. However, what he was doing, and what he was about to do felt natural, and very familiar. So, pulling up his arm so it was parallel to the floor, his smile spread as he pressed down on the small grey button with a darker triangle on it. His black finger nails blending in.
A moment later music was blaring out of the speakers. Another laugh escaped his lips as he tossed the remote onto chair beside him. Hold on to You by Nate Smith had filled the large room. Then without a second wasted on hesitation he started jumping, spinning, and moving his body to the beat of the music. His head banging up and head causing his white and black hair to whip around in the air. "And my heart's a battle field. And there's a war waging, a storm is raging on. But I won't forgive myself if I fade away gone and forgotten." He sang out with no restraints, and full of passion. His normally quiet, and soft voice replaced by a more familiar one filled with confidence. He probably looked like a fool, but before an audience of zero, or even a million, he didn't care. He hadn't slept in days, and with way to much caffeine surging through his veins he didn't care. The energized boy was lost inside of his own fantasy to hear the thud of the auditorium doors opening and closing. Allowing them to see this other half of Mister Dalton.