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The venue is fucking disgusting.
That’s the revelation Sydney comes to as he looks for a bathroom.
Thrumming echoed through the walls as Sydney made his way through the long, dingy hallways of the venue. Well it wasn’t really a venue, more like a lowkey, underground, disgusting fucking sewer.
It’s one of those word of mouth, friend of a friend locations, but it’s clearly not living up to the expectations the black cat had.
‘This place is so.. eugh.’ Sydney mused as he tread across the sticky, oh so very sticky, floors, passing too many couples tonguing each other against the walls for his liking.
He just wanted the bathroom honestly, and once he found the door, he shoved past the couple eating each others faces and slipped inside.
It was even more gross inside, tissue strewn and foggy mirrors.
Sydney sighed and unbuckled his pants, making his way to a urinal.
The openers for the show were alright, he supposed. But, he was really there for The Sunstones. They were like urban legends, almost impossible to see in person. Luckily, his roommate hooked him up with some leads, in exchange for doing his laundry.
That bastard. Whatever, it was worth it.
The cat’s mind wanders as he relieved himself, promptly flushing once his bladder was empty. He refastened his pants and sniffs, walking to the sink.
Begrudgingly, he touches the handle and turned the water on, and hits the soap dispenser.
No fucking soap, what a surprise. This place really wasn’t his type of scene, especially the hygiene.
The cat rinses his hands and, lo and behold, no paper towels.
He sucked his teeth and shook the water out his hands, turning to leave.
sniff
The cat stops, the noise sounding in his ears. They turn towards the noise, and he holds his breath, eyes scanning the room.
It’s when he noticed a pair of bunny feet. Glimpses of something shiny and pale blue, and a sparkling crown.
‘How… did I not notice someone in here..’ He thinks, deciding to attempt to leave again.
And then he hears it. A sniffle, followed by a muffled sob.
His head whips around. ‘Are they…crying?’
Sydney closed the door and approached the stall, unsure of what to do. ‘Surely they wouldn’t mind right? I’d want to be comforted.’
He anxiously pushed the stall door open and it gave way, revealing a crying girl.
…Wait. Girl?
Sydney stared as the bunny slowly glanced up. She was grey, with shining dull eyes, her face coated in mascara tears. Her ears pinned down, the shining short dress was a stark contrast to her gloomy appearance. Next to her, propped against the toilet, was a guitar plastered in stickers and a small crown.
“…You’re staring.” She says, low and quiet.
“Oh! I-Im sorry!” Sydney panicked, blushing slightly. “Were you… here the whole time?”
“I guess.” The girl looks down and to the side awkwardly.
The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife. The cat swallows.
“Are you…okay?” He tilts his head.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine!” Sydney offers her a furry paw. “You’re too pretty to sit here crying on this floor.”
The bunny takes it after a moment, her paw much smaller in his.
‘Wow, she’s tall.’ He notes as she towers over him, smoothing out her dress.
They stare at eachother for a while, and Sydney feels his face grow hot.
“You think I’m pretty?” She bores holes into him, and he blushes harder.
Wait. Did he say that out loud?
”Uh- well. Yeah..haha…Um..Well you seem fine now so I’m gonna go see ya!” The nervous man rambles out, bolting as soon as his brain can formulate the movement.
The girl blinked, her own grey fur dusted in pink after a moment. She touches her face, and feels the rising heat.
”He thinks I’m pretty..” She muses, a rare smile creeping on her face. The bunny reaches for her guitar and puts the crown back on, promptly leaving and making her way to the stage.
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Sydney, meanwhile, had dashed swiftly back to the main area the music was occurring. The Sunstones had taken their place on stage for a while clearly, as the main singer, Soot, was tapping his foot impatiently. The drummer, Rainy Day, played around with his kit, carefree smile plastered on his face. The bassist, dubbed Marsha, stared off into the distance, occasionally making a short beat with Rainy Day’s fiddling.
They all appear to be waiting for something, but Sydney wasn’t sure.
Suddenly, it all clicked together as the swish of a blue dress and beam of a dazzling crown made its way on stage.
“Well. Now that our queen is here, shall we get prom started?” Soot shouts into the mic.
Wait… SHE’S the guitarist?! Then again, not any normal person would be crying on the bathroom floor with a literal guitar in the stall.
Sydney reels back at the sight of her.
She didn’t bother cleaning the mascara off her face, and looked downright…miserable.
Sydney frowned, but her outfit, it seemed like the whole stage gimmick. It oddly suited her now that he thought about it.
The guitarist wiped her eyes slightly, Marsha shaking his head in annoyance. She approaches a mic, tuning her guitar momentarily.
”Hey guys. Haven’t seen you in a while…wanna rock?” She mumbled into the mic, and the audience roared in excitement.
Sydney cracked a smile. She’s so strange, and kind of hard to figure out. But maybe that’s the whole point
She’s pretty and cries on bathroom floors, and preforms with shiny eyes and black mascara tears. Her crown is crooked and her voice is low and rich with heartache, and she blushes like the sun. She puts stickers on her guitar and maybe takes a little too long to tune it, leaving everyone hanging onto her every movement.
She’s the prom queen.