By mosin-nagant on Skatehive
Since then, the audience has been cheering: a sea of people, who have begun to sweat to welcome the arrival of their idol. The person they had been waiting for was there, in the center of the stage. He stood there with long golden hair and a large robe. The hem of the robe dangled but not caused by the wind, but by the screams of the fans, a chant that had given birth to an immense mana power. An invisible force turned into a magnetic wave. Like a roll of mat that is creeping up, and slowly heading to the stage. It was an unstoppable surge of enthusiasm. The audience kept chanting his name. While their idol seemed to be so deep in his role by standing there, silently holding the handlebars of his guitar tightly. Because he was only wearing a robe with a bare chest, one could see how his chest was rising and falling. A tribal tattoo also sticking out from under the slit of his robe. A moment later, he gave the signal to turn up the volume of the main speaker. The officer gave an O sig