Jaime walks back to the couch where he left Mikey, and he’s not there.
The couch is empty, great now he needs to find him. Jaime takes his time to look at his surrounding, hopefully, catches a glance at his drunk roommate. He was probably somewhere trying to mingle with people at beer pong games or flirting with random girls.
Then, he realises everyone heading to the rooftop. They practically jog toward the same place in some kind of urgency.
Jaime halts, looking out of place as he is the only one who's heading in the opposite direction.
/What is it??? Zombie attack??? Damn! I know there's something suspicious in that beer!/
However, Jaime learns everyone's faces look enthusiastic so he just shakes his head and chuckles dryly at his silly fantasy.
Jaime stops some random girl who is trying to catch up with the crowd on the rooftop. “Hey what happened?” he asks the curly girl who's bouncing nervously as if she is late for her first job interview or something.
She seems to look annoyed by how a random oblivious guy asks her at such a crucial time but she answers eventually “The show will start”.
“What show?” Jaime doesn’t know they prepare some shows. Not he expects something from this piss poor party either.
The girl gives him an i-don't-have-time-for-this-bullshit look. She just rolls his eyes, clicks her tongue and leaves Jaime dumbfounded.
He did nothing wrong!. Why did that girl look offended like Jaime just forget her wedding ceremony?
What was so special about that show? He’s sure it's just another drunkard silly dance show or a bunch of wasted dumbasses embarrassing themselves, but whatever is that Mikey is probably there since he desperately blends in with people at this party.
So Jaime just follows the crowd to the rooftop.
Well, the rooftop is actually the best spot in this place, since the scammer boy’s apartment is on the highest floor in that building so they can see city lights from there. There are some benches and some bean bag sofas on the corner. It’s romantically dim with golden light bulbs hanging above them. Creating an arc of brilliant gold in the blackness of the starless night sky.
Jaime looks around, trying to find his roommate.
He approaches the crowd, who gathers in a spot in the middle of the rooftop, trying to sneak between the people, getting close to the source of the crowd. Until finally, he finds the face he was looking for, a bottle of beer in his right hand, wearing an Indian feather hat with thug-life sunglasses perch low on his nose. Instead, befriend someone he seems to get scolded since he blocks people behind him from watching the show, but Mikey seems hard to care. The boy screams out of his lung to the empty stage.
“ya! I’m looking for you dumbass!” Jaime hits his roommate's back head
“Jaime!!! C'mere, the performance will start. Wohoooooo!!!”
Jaime winces to a loud scream from Mikey. Dammit, why he should be paired with this weird dude as a roommate?
“Who the hell you are talking about?”
There’s no way they’ll invite actual performers, right? Celebrity? Oh, shoo… now way, Boyband? Idol pop?
Suddenly Jaime feels jittery, like when came to his first concert back in high school. Not the huge one. It was a small arena packed with a lot of people who screamed. Even Jaime almost fainted and was kicked by his parents when he got home in the dawn, but he still remembers the excitement vividly.
He takes a glance at the people around. They hold the same expressions; the giddiness, the excitement.
“Fucking hell Jaime, you don’t know??? Our uni official band? BAND-AID BAND???” Mickey hollers in utter disbelief making it sounds like Jaime has wasted his entire early adulthood for not knowing whoever this band-aid band is.
“Aid for what?”
Before Mikey can be nagging him for having no idea about the Band that according to him is the popular band with the coolest kid on the uni as their member (even Jaime still thinks Mickey’s opinion about the cool kid is rather biased) suddenly someone clears his throat from the speaker.
“Good evening everyone, ARE YOU READY TO TURN UP???” A boxy-smile guy with long curly hair screams to the mic as he forgot it was connected to a blaring speaker. He is jolted by his own loud voice, looks surprised but grins dumbly in the end.
“That’s Jasper, drummer. They call him the good boy,” Mikey whispers beside him like he just told him a national-level secret.
Jaime doesn’t answer since he didn’t ask and obviously he’s the drummer. The boy literally sits behind his drum. Although, he doesn’t know what the hell ‘he’s a good boy' means.
The crowd goes feral. Shouting in incoherent screech like a bunch of monkeys in mating season.
/What? They haven’t even started yet./
“Thank you for coming to our party” The guy behind the keyboard smiles as his thick brows raise, he’s incredibly handsome with his plump lips stuck together showing his best prude smile
“That’s Yannick a.k.an ethereal handsome. Have you seen someone more handsome than him??? Nauuuur way~” Mikey explains excitedly, Jaime just smirks as Mikey sound like a teenager just discovering his new favourite band and can’t help to share the excitement with everyone he met, Jaime can’t blame him, he can relate at some point.
“Oh guys you don’t know how much I miss you,” a guy with a bright smile trying to flirt with the crowd, everyone screaming ‘me too’ out of their lung
“Hobi, bassist 1 also as a rapper a.k.our sunshine,” Mikey adds after screaming‘ me too’ like everyone else. Jaime resists the urge to roll his eyes. Seems he’s the only one who lost here.
“Are you ready?” The boy who seems really young for a uni student, grinning widely and showing his charming bunny teeth, his small face is framed by a cute mushroom-shaped hairstyle, he stands in the front with a stand mic in his hands and a bass circling on his neck, Jaime assumes he’s the vocalist.
Everyone screams ‘yes’ in a union like enchanted with some spirit or something
“That’s Galan, bassist 2. He’s younger than us, the baby of the group.” Jaime almost can’t believe Mikey just cooing at the bunny boy.
“let’s get it a get!!!” The bunny boy screams before the drummer flips his stick between his fingers and hits the first beat sending everyone into madness, screaming and jumping everywhere.
Jaime has to admit that the music itself is not that bad, at least better than the blaring EDM compilation earlier. Quite catchy actually even tho it's hard to pay attention to the lyrics but seems no one doesn’t care about the lyric, everyone vibing to the music after all.
Moreover, with those almost ethereal handsome faces, Jaime somehow understands why they’re so popular, at least acording to how these people act (he still refuses to believe Mikey’s definition of popular).
The music itself is actually not really his style, well it’s catchy but not catchy enough to stick at his mind and hum around at random times, typical indie band.
He can’t entirely understand the lyrics but he catches some cliché words like any other typical romance song and some no-sense Dada Dudu to match the rhymes. Jaime's conclusion is that’s not the type of music he’ll listen to in his spare time.
But hey who cares? Apparently, just those handsome faces are enough to swoon every single soul here.
Jaime too focuses on the music until he didn’t realise the familiar face on the stage, that annoyed Cheshire cat smirk, Cullen family’s pale skin, and deathly sharp gaze. The scammer dude who just almost extorted his 10 dollars for an egg!.
What an actual fuck?
Jaime scoffs mockingly. No wonder he wanted him to come to the rooftop. Such a cheap trick.
“who’s that? The one with the guitar?’ Jaime nudges Mikey’s ribcage.
“Oh, that? That’s Skylar. The soul of the group, he produces the song along with Adam, their manager. Sky, The mysterious one. Or so they called.”
Jaime nods understand
Mikey nudges his shoulder. “why? You chose your favourite?” he laughs.
“Hah, funny Indiana jones!” Jaime just rolls his eyes.
Favourite my ass
Despite the recent incident between him and the scammer dude, Jaime can tell that dude really lives for the stage. He enjoys his performance like he has been doing that since he was born.
His stage presence makes him more dazzling among his teammates. He’s really giving his everything to the crowd as their screams fuel his confidence, ablaze with passion. His eyes stare at every single pair of the crowd intensely.
Dark grey eyes, like a cloud in the middle of the storm, strike lightning through every single soul in there. Watching how passionate the boy makes Jaime’s stomach swirls uncomfortably, he wonders how it feels performing in front of pairs of eyes. How thrilling it could feel, The adrenaline rush, the euphoric feelings.
He is wondering how it would be if his father let him sing. How it would be if his mother was brave enough to defend him? Will he be able to perform on the stage as well?
Jaime isn’t sure what he feels when those pair of Thunderstrike-like eyes stare through his soul. Envy would be underrated.
He feels those stares mock him. ‘see, this is what you would be if you have supportive parents, ‘you would experience this if you’re not such a coward and give up'.
Jaime thinks he gonna throw up.