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“Hey! You ready, Megaphone?” The small demon asks, his tone filled with enthusiasm, looking up at his brother. His yellow horns glimmer in the backstage, wings beating in excitement.
“You don’t even need to ask, brother, let’s give this town one hell of a night.” The taller, despite his calmer voice compared to the other, is thrilled, too. Adorned with professionally designed pieces of clothing that are sure to set a trend upon the audience. Rings, horn accessories, necklace, and bracelets desired by many, now decorate their body with their charm.
This is the first night of their tour, landing first at the south-west of Crossroads, the crowd’s cheer hyping up themselves and the twins, calling out their names as they confidently strut down the stage. Their make up perfectly highlights their appearance in the lights. Merchandise and lightsticks on their hands, waving up and down in eagerness.
And their little lime instrumentalist follows in the fog,getting into position, ready for the first song of the show.
“Hello, Crossroads citizens! How are we feelin’ right now?!” Asked the yellow idol, Valk, as he cheerily beams on stage.
“Ya' already know I'm Dom, and my brother, Valk, coming to ya’ live at Hillspike Stadium!” The purple inphernal introduces himself. He's the taller, and also the calmer of the duo. While his brother does most of the singing, he's the rapper of the group.
“This is the first night of our Inpherno-wide show, if you are ready for a party of endless fun, ‘lemme hear y’all make some noise!”
And the stadium roared in cheers. Expected. Now they need to do what they have been practicing for weeks and the concert's gonna be over soon. They just need to bring out the persona they displayed to the public the best way possible and that's it.
Being an idol is easy, honestly. Signing sponsorship contracts, taking photoshoots for magazines, interviews left and right, hanging around the studio, and sometimes casting for matches. No wonder it’s everyone’s dream. Singing for a little bit and the twins already made more than an average demon could in their entire life! And inphernals look up to them, adore them, some even become so obsessed with them and the next time you know it, their entire merch website was cleared off because they want a piece of them decorating their room.
But whatever, right? If they want a piece of both of the idols so badly then they could get it, after they successfully get through their bodyguards, that is. To them, Flipside is their god, and they are the twins’ worshippers. Their tone is heavier than stone, Their opinion valuable as gold. To project themselves into a part of the prince idols’ life is what they desire.
While others reject them. Generic. Soulless. Nepo babies. A joke to the music industry. To be frank, they are funny at best. If they keep hating on those two’s art, then why won’t they stop listening to them in the first place? More attention and free advertising for Dom and Valk then! While they are over there having their blood boil on both of them, the twins are living their dream life right now. Jealousy much? Not their problem anyways. They got better things to attend to.
But the haters are partly right. Valk and Dom's life is abrupt and changes too much, to the point they are afraid of committing to deep relationships. What's the point of it when fate takes away what you dearly love? Their job is to be perfect plastic models behind a glass wall, ready to strike a pose or force a smile for the camera. Chaotically organized, the idols’ life is. There’s no space for their emotional burden, after all, you can’t cry when someone’s going to approach you in public for a photo of you with them, that’s common sense when you have made it this high.
Honestly, to the idols' fans, in their eyes, what are they? Are the twin princes even demons like them? What's the point of being icons when they don't even know who they are outside of social media and interviews?
Though, there’s nothing wrong with that! They don’t even care if they are demons as their fans or just an object of obsession, the twins are just husks to be controlled by their sonas, they threw their original traits away to persue the path of being entertainers. At the end of the day, Valk and Dom, and their fans all benefited from each other. The fans got entertained through all sorts of media the idols gotten featured in, and the idols themselves earn most of the revenue through it. It’s a win-win situation for both.
The night was incredible. From the lights, to the crowd, effect, visual, energy, and some little live edits and parodies sprinkled through out the show, it was mesmerizing. The crew did a great job backstage, as well as the instrumentalist. And it ended with a satisfied crowd, with unforgettable memories to bring home.
And the idols, wrapping up the night by immediately heading into the backstage venue, neatly furnished with a lounging sofa, some beanbags, and a glass table standing in the middle of the room, along with the snacks and drinks on top of it. Seems like they know how to treat popstars after the show's over. Dom settles for the couch, while his older brother throws himself on a beanbag near it.
Just as he landed on the beanbag, Valk groaned. “Megaphone, can ya’ pass the wine?”
“Mic, did you forget we have a photoshoot tomorrow morning?” Dom, as he begrudgingly hands his brother the bottle, scolds. “The studio’s not going to be happy when they see you with a hangover.” He knew his brother cannot recover from the amount he is going to consume in the span of one and a half days. But its better to let him indulge in it than making him mad.
“Oh Meg, ya gotta chill a bit, y’know? I’m gonna be fineeeeeeee, I promise! Here, take a sip. Consider we are celebrating how well this night turned out!” He reaches for it, putting some in Dom’s cup, then gives it to him. “And let's hope for the rest of the shows go as well as this one!”
The liquid, amber gold, swirls in the disposable cup he was given. “Alright. Cheers then, Mic.” The smell already given away how much it cost, and how strong is this? 20%? 30%? Drinking this could render him dizzy and blur his vision, but how does Valk handle that much alcohol in his body? The whole bottle could knock him unconsious until tomorrow night. But blame the stress, Valk is actively ruining his health just to trade for his little relief in the life full of chaos and, unexpected and unwanted changes.
- Say, Meg, what are ya’ planning after the tour?
- You are asking questions as if we are being interviewed. A little strange, don't you think?
- Well, let’s just say we are practicing before the nosy presses get in contact with us during the tours! Go on, say it, dear brother!
- Mic. This is the first night. You are telling me to let loose yet you are worse at this. Can you think of anything more casual and something that normal siblings ask each other?
- You already know damn well we aren't normal. We are literally the oddballs of this society. I'm sorry I can't think of normal things for normal demons. I'm sorry I'm asking questions as the prince idol of the Inpherno.
- I wish we could be normal for once.
He stared at his brother for a while, then another sip from the bottle. “Do you wanna, like, go on a hiatus after this? Short or long, I don’t care about it.” Valk drunkenly goes on.
- Why?
- A break, that's all.
Dom knows there's something on his brother's mind. Something that he can only spit out when the alcohol open his mouth for him. So he wait. And a few minutes later after staring at the ceiling, Mic starts to speak again, there's nothing resembles his normal characteristics he would show to his fans:
- I just think, would life be normal if we weren’t caught up with all this idol shit? I mean. Just imagineeeee. Like, living freely, saying whatever the fuck we want and none would bat an eye, I want a simple life spending my early adult years shit-face drunk, making friends in unexpected places, pure freedom, and people leave you alone when you want to-
Then a pause.
"-I think I'm starting to miss my childhood, Meg. I'm tired." Mic continues his alcoholized ramble, wrapping his arm around his leg. His talking speed starting to slow down, and lowering his head to his knee. His mouth isn't touching the bottle after he finished saying his sentence anymore.
It seems like his body is starting to feel the alcohol in his blood, Dom's slowly understanding the drunken ramble of his brother, as the sona he wore gone loose and now its just him, Mic, and the image of the two, around 10 years old, frolicking down a grassy hill in the warm sun of March, the sky is clear with a bit of cloud on the sky. He sees it now.
Megaphone approaches his older twin, softly, and also tiredly murmur. “Me too, brother, me too.” As he embrace Mic with his arms.
Their private driver is going to pick them up in 30 minutes. Megaphone still have some time to wash his face, drink some water to mitigate the effect of the wine a little bit, and do the same thing with Mic. It seems like he has to carry him to the car though.
Little does both of them know that their gears are still connecting to the speakers outside the room, catching the attention of the last few audiences in the stadium.