yuta
Taichi brought out his polaroid camera and starting taking candid snaps. 

Yuta wanted to swat him away like a fly. Taichi was obsessed with taking snaps of random objects in odd angles and also of them with expressions that weren't particularly flattering. Despite all that, the fans lapped them up like giraffes to water. Taichi was the photographer of the group, always taking snaps and dropping them on the merch table. He liked watching them sell. That was Taichi. The polaroids made him feel useful and talented. Not that he wasn't, Taichi could play bass to a grandfather in the rural prefectures in Japan and they'd clap for him. He wasn't particularly confident of his looks as a member of the band and felt like he relied on make-up more than the other boys. He also felt like he was disadvantaged in the height department and had to make up for it somehow. 

Yuta stared at his phone squatting on the last step of the fire escape. He hadn't forgotten about Belle, the unforgettable Belle Chan. She had a name that slid off the tongue like a Shanghai movie in the 60s. She had decent text language for someone who was old, and he smirked thinking of it. If she came tonight, well, that would be fun for a millennial grandma.  

As Yuta pondered that thought, Taichi snapped a polaroid discreetly behind the door. 

belle
Belle hadn't been to a show in ages, not since she was 21 and that was telling her age bracket. But Yuta had invited her and she wanted to support him somehow. She wore her long black flares with a pair of doc martens boots and a black cowl neck with a criss cross back. She also brought along a grey hoodie for good measure. Just in case of conservatives. They're everywhere hiding in every nook and cranny of the city. She wasn't good with leers and judgement even if her outfit invited them both. 

She had wanted to invite a friend but couldn't conjure a name that would actually want to go to an event like this. Most of her friends weren't that interested in nightlife pursuits apart from eating or sleeping. Dragging them out to eat something in the night was as far as nightlife as it got. 

So she decided to go alone. 

Walking into the venue Belle felt like she'd been hit with neon lights and murals of Bruce Lee and Donnie Yen. It really did feel like she was in a bar on Stanley in Hong Kong.

Although she was early, there were a number of girls gathering together in groups around the stage. A number of them were wearing the band's apparel, logo ties and jumpers. It felt like an exclusive club of sorts. 

Finding a stool, she picked her phone from her purse and messaged Yuta. She was just about the make an order for buns when she felt a vibration in her purse. 

yutaah_98: come to the left side, i'm just behind the staff only door. 

As Belle picked up her things, she bumped into someone's chest spilling his drink. 

"I'm so sorry", gasped Belle as she scrambled to find serviettes on the counter. 

He waved his hand at her and was wiping himself off the mess when she recognised him. 

"C-C-C-Corbyn?", she gasped.