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The crowd outside of Tokyo dome was getting restless. Waiting was awful, but considering that tickets had cost two hundred and thirty dollars a piece for awful seats, three thousand for first class ones.
Coupled with the fact that even if the door did open they would be in for another hour, so getting inside did not help the anxious masses relax.
Tickets for the concert had gone on sale three days ago and had sold out within the first fifteen minutes, every ticket being so valuable that even scalpers weren't willing to part with them.
The advertisement campaign had been so subtle that nobody had even noticed. The hit single from Black tooth grin, the latest JPOP group that sold the image of three bad boys in Goth makeup-singing songs about death and destruction had rocketed to the top of the charts.
Black tooth grin was surprisingly popular among people and they were known to throw an awesome show with everything from popping ecstasy on stage to having dry sex with some lucky groupie. However the only information that had been given about their long awaited Tokyo dome debut given in an obscure way.
A brief message that interrupted one of their songs on the giant screen in Shinjuku, a flash that read 'Black tooth grin will appear soon'
Over the next two weeks until Tickets went on sale, school attendance dropped by over thirty two percent as teenagers sat in wait by the phone ready to dial the moment that the tickets became available.
It had caused an overload in the telephone services and telecommunication services were stopped for five percent of Tokyo for over twenty-four hours, due to the mass calling for tickets.
As soon as they sold out the only other tickets available for the Black tooth grin concert were on commercial radio and they promised a backstage pass and a chance to hang out with Black tooth grin to go to the biggest fan.
The Americanized influence over Japan became obvious as over that entire weekend desperate Black tooth grin fans begging for the tickets in the most overblown and ludicrous stories they could imagine.
People claiming they had terminal illnesses, people swearing they would commit suicide if they didn't receive the tickets and a myriad of other people spewing forth a life of pain in hopes of securing a chance to see their idols.
The ticket finally going to a girl who had a life that was so bad that it truly defied belief, her parents dying in a car crash when she was five and her being forced to live with her grandmother who was senile until she finally passed away when she was thirteen and forcing her to a life of selling her body on the streets to earn enough to live and how she hadn't eaten in four days to save money so she could buy some Black tooth grin tickets and how the opportunity had been lost when the telecommunications grid finally went down.
The radio station confirmed her story, every detail was true and in its entirety with no hyperbole given.
No matter how badly people wanted those tickets, they had to concede that she had the worst life and so she was awarded the tickets and free meals at Happy burger for a month.
Everyone in Tokyo felt a little bit happier that day, they didn't get to see Black tooth grin but there was at least one person suffering more then they did and that always made people more appreciative of what they had.
While the masses huddled outside, Black tooth grin sat in the ready room of Tokyo Dome practicing on their instruments and tuning up for the show.
The lead guitarist Yuki was the only one who was actually a Goth outside of his music career, he was dark and morbid and it came through in his excellent guitar playing.
He played because he needed to purge the demons from his mind somehow and the best way seemed to be through the playing of his instrument to ward off the noises in his head.
Yuki pissed off the record companies the most because he refused to appear for press conferences or do commercials and was a general pain in the ass because of his lack of respect to his superiors.
The front man and bass guitarist was Francesco and he was the biggest sell-out the world had ever seen.
Francesco had been a surprise hit in Japan due to his good looks and proficiency in the language, appearing on a number of television shows as the special guest and gaining pseudo celebrity status before finally moving to Black tooth grin.
The youth of Japan didn't seem to care that a celebrity had moved to shows where he leapt up and down like a fool and laughed heartily was now the lead singer of a band that spoke of the lust that ran through his veins.
The metamorphosis went unrecognised and the drummer of the band Takahiro was some garage band musician who had been stumbled upon by record company exec's and who's contract had come cheaper then hiring an established drummer in the Jpop scene.
Like sports teams, the best musicians could be traded around from group to group for a price and it often ended up with groups of five or six front man which caused problems because they all set about upstaging each other.
That was why Black tooth grin worked, one person stood up front and took all the glory and one stood in the shadows and played for a genuine love of music and the other was just there to help sell Soda, they had cracked the code for entertainment.
They all sat in their private ready room and Yuki played over the chords in his mind and left hand playing them over and over on the BC rich warlock guitar but his right hand laying there limply and not joining in.
Francesco sat there rereading the lyrics to their latest hit, he hoped he could memorize them in time as he had only sung it seven times while they recorded it and made the film clip.
It was usually fine, the audience knew the song off by heart and if he stumbled in a part he would offer the microphone out and they would shout the words at him, people would feel they were part of the act and love him more for his ignorance then if he had remembered his part.
He laughed and ran a finger through his hair throwing the notes on the ground and walked over to the mirror and looked inside to make sure his makeup was perfect.
When you're a rock star, image is everything
The finely choreographed imaged that was Francesco, the anarchist bad boy who had wild sex with dozens of women and who had once been arrested with the cops for having drugs and then swallowed them all to prevent his arrest.
The boy who had rejected family tradition and gone against the grain to form his own rock group and change the face of music.
The face of sex, drugs and rock and roll.
All those things stared back at him when he looked at the black lipstick and raven makeup across his face, it was a pity so few of them were true.
He had never touched drugs in his lifetime, he had his share of affairs but mostly with men and the record companies approached him and offered him a lifetime supply of money if he sung some stupid songs that they had written for him, it didn't take a genius to understand that it was a good deal and he would be foolish not to accept it.
The polyphonic sounds of a Black tooth grin tune being played at full blast emanated from the nearby table and Francesco walked over to his mobile phone and picked it up looking at it.
Yuki shook his head in disgust at hearing their own song being played on the guitar and muttered under his breath "egotistical dick"
He gazed at the screen and smirked 'Private number'.
He held the mobile in his hand for a few seconds and debated whether it was worth answering, only twenty people had his number and all of them were planted into his phone, what if he answered and some fan recognized his voice and would not stop harassing him.
Unable to dispel away the sound of the phone he hit the accept button and held the receiver to his ear "Hello ?"
"Hello there, this is Adam HB president of Happy burger and a sponsor in your international tour of Japan, how is everything for you guys ?"
Francesco knew who Adam was as he was the public relations manager at Happy burger and they had spoken once before "Everything seems to be alright, why are you calling us up moments before a concert ?"
"Well Francesco, what if I told you I could increase record sales for you guys by about five hundred percent ?"
Francesco snorted "I would tell you its impossible"
"Well I have a way for you guys to earn some serious cash, I am doing a big media stunt and a group of police is going to arrive while your in the middle of your latest single, what's it called again ?"
Francesco was rapidly getting pissed off, how dare someone call him up and not even know the name of their new single, even though he himself had only learned it two days ago "Its called Prove me wrong"
Adam suppressed his laugh by giving a throaty laugh "Yeah, well whenever that song is being played a group of cops is going to arrive on stage and try to arrest you for sending an anti government message and for being such a bad boy, basically I want you to resist arrest and announce 'Stop the government' and then pull out a toy again which I express mailed over and hold it at the cops head, the actors will do the rest"
Francesco looked at the other two, Yuki was too busy playing his guitar to notice and Takahiro was nowhere to be seen "So your saying I have to announce Stop the government and pull out some gun, is this even legal?"
The voice on the other end paused a moment "Of course it is, besides when people see that you guys are wanted by the government record sales are sure to jump and since that whole file sharing shit was stopped on the internet, everyone is going to want a Black tooth grin CD and a piece of you"
"I suppose I shall do it, I don't want to but have you talked to my manager, my contract says that I have creative control and if I do this I want a bonus"
Adam was sick of dealing with the conversation "Listen and listen good, I own your contract and if I want you to jump, you just say how high and the bonus from the sales is the only thing your getting and unless you want to be replaced right now, you better do exactly what I say or I am going to pull funding and cancel this concert"
Before Francesco could reply the phone went dead and the relentless and tormenting beeping began again, Francesco hurled his phone to the ground and gasped with disgust.
Nobody talked to him that way, when this was over he would renegotiate the terms of his contract and teach them that they couldn't have Black tooth grin without his musical genius.
He grabbed a can of Cola and opened it up emptying the contents into his mouth and he walked over to the couch sitting down and grabbing the lyrics to Icy dicey stabbing love and reading them over again in his head.
The door knocked and Francesco got up again walked over and on the other side a delivery man in his bright blue uniform stood "Greetings sir, I have a package for Francesco direct sent from Sydney Australia"
Francesco ran his hand over the barcode scanner, grabbed the package and slammed the door in the delivery mans face turning inside and opening the package and looking inside.
A loaded .45 magnum lay in stark contrast to the yellow of the envelope, he drew it out and stuck it in the back of his pants and walked over taking the cape off the hook and wearing it so that the complete gothic look was done.
He picked up the telephone and spoke into the speaker "I am ready to start the sound check"
The sound crew galvanized into action and they began to make their way to the stage and began the preparation for the concert.
While people had waited hours outside, Black tooth grin had demanded that they would perform when it suited them, the sound check was done with speed and ease and they were ushered off stage.
Finally the public was allowed inside and they dashed to make their way to their allocated areas, the security was ridiculous and people were frisked and checked and their barcodes scanned numerous times before they were allowed to finally rest in the area set for them.
The ambiance was great, the entire area was spooky and macabre just like Black tooth grin had planned for it and they kept the audience in suspense, they waited a full fifteen minutes before emerging on stage shrouded in their cloaks and fog, looking like beasts sent from hell.
Underneath the smoggy Tokyo skies and with the dome open and the stars above them they began to sing with the passion they had been known for.
It took only a few minutes before the crowd was up and excited, Black tooth grin had mastered their audience and could control them with passion and intensity, they were like putty in their hands and Francesco knew it.
It was pervasive to be on stage, every single eye upon you and watching you, willing you to sing the next note and to do the next move.
The exhilaration of stage, the sound, the light and the heat engulfing every orifice and raising you to the status of a god or in the case of Black tooth grin into the depths of hell and transforming them into demons from the abyss sent up to shower mortals with music corrupt.
The passionate scream of thousands of teenagers dying to touch their idols, of people who had spent everything they owned just to get a chance to be within five hundred meters of the celebrities they adored. The cycle of energy going from the fans and feeding the band and going back to the audience through the medium of music.
The magic of live entertainment.
The first song finishing and from backstage emerged the female backup dancers dressed as vampires for effect, all of them shrouded in sexually arousing costumes which concealed close to nothing and their bodies reeking of raw lust.
They emerged and began to dance, their moves perfectly synchronized and timed to perfection as they moved around in a display of agility, complimenting the morbid sound of Black tooth grins.
Francesco opened his mouth and the words came to him in a flood, it was a surprisingly good song when he thought about it
Sketches of life on my palm
Resemble trees in the wind
Reflecting from the puddle below
A face I knew before
Going on and on and on
Sung in my head a million times before
Seeing the light from next year
Broken like rain on the mountains
Guitar riffs of sorrow
Play upon my soul strings
Making my heart ache to see you like this
As fake as the smile on your lips
My face damp with sadness
Lost within the memory of you
Suspicion creeps within my soul
Realizing the tears were for nothing
I want to empty myself of you
Until there is nothing left
Leave this hollow shell of what used to be
Blown away in tomorrows breeze
Pull a piece of you out from under my pillow
Feel my heart sinking through the sheets
Bought these walls with your money
Stole my heart with your words
These pills sit and wait on my table
A half full glass of water by their side
Silencing these voices in me
But still lying wide awake at night
The song coming to an end and the vampires standing still as if moving into torpor and everyone staring down, a hushed silence falling over the crowd.
Francesco stared out into the audience, all the faces shrouded by darkness roaring suddenly into the heavens. The crowd roared with him, he could have sat on his butt and read the newspaper from this point on and it didn't matter.
He had won their attention and he had won their esteem and nothing mattered from that point.
It was then the loud buzzing sound of the helicopter was heard.
As if one giant unit the crowd turned and looked into the heavens, a black hawk helicopter flying above and releasing repelling ropes.
From all sides a group of armed swat approached the stage carrying loaded MP5's and the breach commander with his Benalli shotgun at the ready.
Troops fell from the helicopter and the stage was pretty much surrounded as Yuki dropped his guitar to the ground and held his hands up, Takahiro doing the same and all the vampires dancers falling to the ground and cowering.
The man at the front armed in swat gear appeared to be the captain as he stepped forward with the handcuffs grasped tightly in his palm.
"Francesco Black tooth grin, you are accused of writing anti government messages and enticing people to rebellion, what do you have to say to this"
Francesco was stunned, he expected two or three cops to walk on stage and try to arrest him but this was full blown.
It must have cost a fortune to run this promotion and he was feeling pretty happy now that it was put into place, he smirked his confident smirk and announced loudly "Stop the government!"
He reached out and produced the gun and expected something like the cops to back away and announce that they couldn't mess with him. It caused the movement of the cops behind their riot shields.
They were perfectly trained to act as a unit, they must have come from some acting school to achieve all that.
It was the last thought to go through his head as the sniper within the black hawk helicopter took off half his skull with a single well placed bullet.
The body remained erect for a moment before it fell to the ground and a pool of dark red blood poured from the skull all over the ground.
Screams of terror came from the audience as they stared in disbelief at what had happened as from all the sides police came swarming in.
Surprisingly mass hysteria was quelled by the enormous police presence and the fact that disobedience and rage is often forgotten at the point of a barrel.
The chief picked up the microphone which was still clutched in the hand of Francesco and pulled it out, his commanding voice filling the entire stadium "Concerts over"
That much was obvious.
The crowd outside of Tokyo dome was getting restless. Waiting was awful, but considering that tickets had cost two hundred and thirty dollars a piece for awful seats, three thousand for first class ones.
Coupled with the fact that even if the door did open they would be in for another hour, so getting inside did not help the anxious masses relax.
Tickets for the concert had gone on sale three days ago and had sold out within the first fifteen minutes, every ticket being so valuable that even scalpers weren't willing to part with them.
The advertisement campaign had been so subtle that nobody had even noticed. The hit single from Black tooth grin, the latest JPOP group that sold the image of three bad boys in Goth makeup-singing songs about death and destruction had rocketed to the top of the charts.
Black tooth grin was surprisingly popular among people and they were known to throw an awesome show with everything from popping ecstasy on stage to having dry sex with some lucky groupie. However the only information that had been given about their long awaited Tokyo dome debut given in an obscure way.
A brief message that interrupted one of their songs on the giant screen in Shinjuku, a flash that read 'Black tooth grin will appear soon'
Over the next two weeks until Tickets went on sale, school attendance dropped by over thirty two percent as teenagers sat in wait by the phone ready to dial the moment that the tickets became available.
It had caused an overload in the telephone services and telecommunication services were stopped for five percent of Tokyo for over twenty-four hours, due to the mass calling for tickets.
As soon as they sold out the only other tickets available for the Black tooth grin concert were on commercial radio and they promised a backstage pass and a chance to hang out with Black tooth grin to go to the biggest fan.
The Americanized influence over Japan became obvious as over that entire weekend desperate Black tooth grin fans begging for the tickets in the most overblown and ludicrous stories they could imagine.
People claiming they had terminal illnesses, people swearing they would commit suicide if they didn't receive the tickets and a myriad of other people spewing forth a life of pain in hopes of securing a chance to see their idols.
The ticket finally going to a girl who had a life that was so bad that it truly defied belief, her parents dying in a car crash when she was five and her being forced to live with her grandmother who was senile until she finally passed away when she was thirteen and forcing her to a life of selling her body on the streets to earn enough to live and how she hadn't eaten in four days to save money so she could buy some Black tooth grin tickets and how the opportunity had been lost when the telecommunications grid finally went down.
The radio station confirmed her story, every detail was true and in its entirety with no hyperbole given.
No matter how badly people wanted those tickets, they had to concede that she had the worst life and so she was awarded the tickets and free meals at Happy burger for a month.
Everyone in Tokyo felt a little bit happier that day, they didn't get to see Black tooth grin but there was at least one person suffering more then they did and that always made people more appreciative of what they had.
While the masses huddled outside, Black tooth grin sat in the ready room of Tokyo Dome practicing on their instruments and tuning up for the show.
The lead guitarist Yuki was the only one who was actually a Goth outside of his music career, he was dark and morbid and it came through in his excellent guitar playing.
He played because he needed to purge the demons from his mind somehow and the best way seemed to be through the playing of his instrument to ward off the noises in his head.
Yuki pissed off the record companies the most because he refused to appear for press conferences or do commercials and was a general pain in the ass because of his lack of respect to his superiors.
The front man and bass guitarist was Francesco and he was the biggest sell-out the world had ever seen.
Francesco had been a surprise hit in Japan due to his good looks and proficiency in the language, appearing on a number of television shows as the special guest and gaining pseudo celebrity status before finally moving to Black tooth grin.
The youth of Japan didn't seem to care that a celebrity had moved to shows where he leapt up and down like a fool and laughed heartily was now the lead singer of a band that spoke of the lust that ran through his veins.
The metamorphosis went unrecognised and the drummer of the band Takahiro was some garage band musician who had been stumbled upon by record company exec's and who's contract had come cheaper then hiring an established drummer in the Jpop scene.
Like sports teams, the best musicians could be traded around from group to group for a price and it often ended up with groups of five or six front man which caused problems because they all set about upstaging each other.
That was why Black tooth grin worked, one person stood up front and took all the glory and one stood in the shadows and played for a genuine love of music and the other was just there to help sell Soda, they had cracked the code for entertainment.
They all sat in their private ready room and Yuki played over the chords in his mind and left hand playing them over and over on the BC rich warlock guitar but his right hand laying there limply and not joining in.
Francesco sat there rereading the lyrics to their latest hit, he hoped he could memorize them in time as he had only sung it seven times while they recorded it and made the film clip.
It was usually fine, the audience knew the song off by heart and if he stumbled in a part he would offer the microphone out and they would shout the words at him, people would feel they were part of the act and love him more for his ignorance then if he had remembered his part.
He laughed and ran a finger through his hair throwing the notes on the ground and walked over to the mirror and looked inside to make sure his makeup was perfect.
When you're a rock star, image is everything
The finely choreographed imaged that was Francesco, the anarchist bad boy who had wild sex with dozens of women and who had once been arrested with the cops for having drugs and then swallowed them all to prevent his arrest.
The boy who had rejected family tradition and gone against the grain to form his own rock group and change the face of music.
The face of sex, drugs and rock and roll.
All those things stared back at him when he looked at the black lipstick and raven makeup across his face, it was a pity so few of them were true.
He had never touched drugs in his lifetime, he had his share of affairs but mostly with men and the record companies approached him and offered him a lifetime supply of money if he sung some stupid songs that they had written for him, it didn't take a genius to understand that it was a good deal and he would be foolish not to accept it.
The polyphonic sounds of a Black tooth grin tune being played at full blast emanated from the nearby table and Francesco walked over to his mobile phone and picked it up looking at it.
Yuki shook his head in disgust at hearing their own song being played on the guitar and muttered under his breath "egotistical dick"
He gazed at the screen and smirked 'Private number'.
He held the mobile in his hand for a few seconds and debated whether it was worth answering, only twenty people had his number and all of them were planted into his phone, what if he answered and some fan recognized his voice and would not stop harassing him.
Unable to dispel away the sound of the phone he hit the accept button and held the receiver to his ear "Hello ?"
"Hello there, this is Adam HB president of Happy burger and a sponsor in your international tour of Japan, how is everything for you guys ?"
Francesco knew who Adam was as he was the public relations manager at Happy burger and they had spoken once before "Everything seems to be alright, why are you calling us up moments before a concert ?"
"Well Francesco, what if I told you I could increase record sales for you guys by about five hundred percent ?"
Francesco snorted "I would tell you its impossible"
"Well I have a way for you guys to earn some serious cash, I am doing a big media stunt and a group of police is going to arrive while your in the middle of your latest single, what's it called again ?"
Francesco was rapidly getting pissed off, how dare someone call him up and not even know the name of their new single, even though he himself had only learned it two days ago "Its called Prove me wrong"
Adam suppressed his laugh by giving a throaty laugh "Yeah, well whenever that song is being played a group of cops is going to arrive on stage and try to arrest you for sending an anti government message and for being such a bad boy, basically I want you to resist arrest and announce 'Stop the government' and then pull out a toy again which I express mailed over and hold it at the cops head, the actors will do the rest"
Francesco looked at the other two, Yuki was too busy playing his guitar to notice and Takahiro was nowhere to be seen "So your saying I have to announce Stop the government and pull out some gun, is this even legal?"
The voice on the other end paused a moment "Of course it is, besides when people see that you guys are wanted by the government record sales are sure to jump and since that whole file sharing shit was stopped on the internet, everyone is going to want a Black tooth grin CD and a piece of you"
"I suppose I shall do it, I don't want to but have you talked to my manager, my contract says that I have creative control and if I do this I want a bonus"
Adam was sick of dealing with the conversation "Listen and listen good, I own your contract and if I want you to jump, you just say how high and the bonus from the sales is the only thing your getting and unless you want to be replaced right now, you better do exactly what I say or I am going to pull funding and cancel this concert"
Before Francesco could reply the phone went dead and the relentless and tormenting beeping began again, Francesco hurled his phone to the ground and gasped with disgust.
Nobody talked to him that way, when this was over he would renegotiate the terms of his contract and teach them that they couldn't have Black tooth grin without his musical genius.
He grabbed a can of Cola and opened it up emptying the contents into his mouth and he walked over to the couch sitting down and grabbing the lyrics to Icy dicey stabbing love and reading them over again in his head.
The door knocked and Francesco got up again walked over and on the other side a delivery man in his bright blue uniform stood "Greetings sir, I have a package for Francesco direct sent from Sydney Australia"
Francesco ran his hand over the barcode scanner, grabbed the package and slammed the door in the delivery mans face turning inside and opening the package and looking inside.
A loaded .45 magnum lay in stark contrast to the yellow of the envelope, he drew it out and stuck it in the back of his pants and walked over taking the cape off the hook and wearing it so that the complete gothic look was done.
He picked up the telephone and spoke into the speaker "I am ready to start the sound check"
The sound crew galvanized into action and they began to make their way to the stage and began the preparation for the concert.
While people had waited hours outside, Black tooth grin had demanded that they would perform when it suited them, the sound check was done with speed and ease and they were ushered off stage.
Finally the public was allowed inside and they dashed to make their way to their allocated areas, the security was ridiculous and people were frisked and checked and their barcodes scanned numerous times before they were allowed to finally rest in the area set for them.
The ambiance was great, the entire area was spooky and macabre just like Black tooth grin had planned for it and they kept the audience in suspense, they waited a full fifteen minutes before emerging on stage shrouded in their cloaks and fog, looking like beasts sent from hell.
Underneath the smoggy Tokyo skies and with the dome open and the stars above them they began to sing with the passion they had been known for.
It took only a few minutes before the crowd was up and excited, Black tooth grin had mastered their audience and could control them with passion and intensity, they were like putty in their hands and Francesco knew it.
It was pervasive to be on stage, every single eye upon you and watching you, willing you to sing the next note and to do the next move.
The exhilaration of stage, the sound, the light and the heat engulfing every orifice and raising you to the status of a god or in the case of Black tooth grin into the depths of hell and transforming them into demons from the abyss sent up to shower mortals with music corrupt.
The passionate scream of thousands of teenagers dying to touch their idols, of people who had spent everything they owned just to get a chance to be within five hundred meters of the celebrities they adored. The cycle of energy going from the fans and feeding the band and going back to the audience through the medium of music.
The magic of live entertainment.
The first song finishing and from backstage emerged the female backup dancers dressed as vampires for effect, all of them shrouded in sexually arousing costumes which concealed close to nothing and their bodies reeking of raw lust.
They emerged and began to dance, their moves perfectly synchronized and timed to perfection as they moved around in a display of agility, complimenting the morbid sound of Black tooth grins.
Francesco opened his mouth and the words came to him in a flood, it was a surprisingly good song when he thought about it
Sketches of life on my palm
Resemble trees in the wind
Reflecting from the puddle below
A face I knew before
Going on and on and on
Sung in my head a million times before
Seeing the light from next year
Broken like rain on the mountains
Guitar riffs of sorrow
Play upon my soul strings
Making my heart ache to see you like this
As fake as the smile on your lips
My face damp with sadness
Lost within the memory of you
Suspicion creeps within my soul
Realizing the tears were for nothing
I want to empty myself of you
Until there is nothing left
Leave this hollow shell of what used to be
Blown away in tomorrows breeze
Pull a piece of you out from under my pillow
Feel my heart sinking through the sheets
Bought these walls with your money
Stole my heart with your words
These pills sit and wait on my table
A half full glass of water by their side
Silencing these voices in me
But still lying wide awake at night
The song coming to an end and the vampires standing still as if moving into torpor and everyone staring down, a hushed silence falling over the crowd.
Francesco stared out into the audience, all the faces shrouded by darkness roaring suddenly into the heavens. The crowd roared with him, he could have sat on his butt and read the newspaper from this point on and it didn't matter.
He had won their attention and he had won their esteem and nothing mattered from that point.
It was then the loud buzzing sound of the helicopter was heard.
As if one giant unit the crowd turned and looked into the heavens, a black hawk helicopter flying above and releasing repelling ropes.
From all sides a group of armed swat approached the stage carrying loaded MP5's and the breach commander with his Benalli shotgun at the ready.
Troops fell from the helicopter and the stage was pretty much surrounded as Yuki dropped his guitar to the ground and held his hands up, Takahiro doing the same and all the vampires dancers falling to the ground and cowering.
The man at the front armed in swat gear appeared to be the captain as he stepped forward with the handcuffs grasped tightly in his palm.
"Francesco Black tooth grin, you are accused of writing anti government messages and enticing people to rebellion, what do you have to say to this"
Francesco was stunned, he expected two or three cops to walk on stage and try to arrest him but this was full blown.
It must have cost a fortune to run this promotion and he was feeling pretty happy now that it was put into place, he smirked his confident smirk and announced loudly "Stop the government!"
He reached out and produced the gun and expected something like the cops to back away and announce that they couldn't mess with him. It caused the movement of the cops behind their riot shields.
They were perfectly trained to act as a unit, they must have come from some acting school to achieve all that.
It was the last thought to go through his head as the sniper within the black hawk helicopter took off half his skull with a single well placed bullet.
The body remained erect for a moment before it fell to the ground and a pool of dark red blood poured from the skull all over the ground.
Screams of terror came from the audience as they stared in disbelief at what had happened as from all the sides police came swarming in.
Surprisingly mass hysteria was quelled by the enormous police presence and the fact that disobedience and rage is often forgotten at the point of a barrel.
The chief picked up the microphone which was still clutched in the hand of Francesco and pulled it out, his commanding voice filling the entire stadium "Concerts over"
That much was obvious.
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