While his partner in crime Adrien slinks off past the crowd, Five stands watch to make sure Adrien doesn't get spotted. Apparently this guy Sotiris was a master artist and his works were worth more than a pretty penny. Now, it wasn't like them to steal from the individual, but they had a lead to believe that the artist was a member of a larger group of artists. It just so happened that the band the guy was a part of, Phantom Ramblers, were playing that night. The perfect opportunity to try and snoop.

As Five keeps watch, he can't help but pick up on the music playing in the venue. Normally his kind detested noise that was too loud, but Five was a bit different than the rest of them. Maybe he hit his head hard enough to dull his hearing, who knows? It's good, though, Five nods his head along with the low dark notes. Almost good enough to forget he's not there for work.

np: Five's kind of a bumpkin, and isn't too familiar with the music scene! He'd usually be at a venue to pick a fight for the adrenaline rush or to steal

Kuroko tended to notice when there was someone new in her crowd. It wasn't that she had a good memory or that she knew her fans personally, but when someone showed up without a penlight, she had to wonder if maybe it was their first time at one of her shows. However, his fluffy ears were enough to make up for his lack of preparedness, and after the show she approached him (somewhat with the intention to pet him). 

She caught him trying to pick a fight, and while he looked strong, she was worried her stans would fight dirty and doxx him later. She smiled brightly and guided him to the side of the venue. "Hah, I guess you're new here, aren't you? Careful, this crowd is a little wilder than they look." She took his hands in hers. "Also, I'm not sure how security let you bring a sword in. I'll tell Sho later that he needs to do a better job of looking out for that stuff!"

Kuroko handed him a bright green penlight, and she showed him how to hold it when he gripped it like his sword. "There you go! Now, if it's alright, can I pet your ears?"

@ np: Kuroko is an idol, and she does her own shows. She also might be found at other idols' shows, or at a casino watching any performers they might have (even though it's bad for her image!) 

Apologies for the wait. My internet decided to cease functioning. I should have this edited soon. Kvroii

Zakka has to admit that it is rather strange to be in the crowd instead of on the stage. Granted she still goes to concerts a lot. But being in the crowd has a very different feel to it now; she feels like some undercover secret agent (which is, admittedly, pretty damn cool). She skims the crowd for any familiar faces, finding none she squeezes her way up to the front. Usually it only takes a few ducks and slides, most people acknowledge that she is short and let her shimmy on up. 

Today she has that same luck. She wonders if it has anything to do with being recognized. The ways are inconsequential.  She finds herself standing next to a rather tall lady with pretty blue eyes and a nice black dress. "Hey, I think that I recognize you!" She declares. "Yeah, yeah! You're one of those influencer idols. I'm a musician myself! It's nice to come by another. Whoever said that we can't enjoy ourselves a good show too."  She pauses for a breath. "I tend to play metal music and go to metal shows, but I've been to pleanty of pop shows too!" She begins to become aware that she is rambling and that maybe she should let this woman get a word in. 

At any rate, the show is about to start and she hasn't been to a good pop show in ages. She rather misses the funky, upbeat dance music. "You got a favorite song by these guys? I don't think that I've listened to the opening band yet."

Zakka listens to everything. Mostly metal and eurodance. She's in a band.

@ 'ing since it's been a while! SapphireBatWings
Sheena waited impatiently for the band to come on stage, leaning against the barrier. Though she has seem Modest Mouse many times by this point each concert always brought about a rush of adrenaline and excitement for her. She turned to the girl beside her, unsure who she was but wanting to share her excitement with *someone*. "Oh my god, so have you seen them before?? Their literally my favorite band," She paused, but not giving Zakka time to answer she continued to ramble, "I've been to like.. all their shows. I like to follow them around Modest Mouse literally saved my life and I stand by that and also my favorite song is Styrofoam Boots, I don't know if you've heard that one they don't play it live often," She paused for a second to breathe, once again not giving Zakka time to talk, "I mean I love all their music but that song is super relatable, the opener is also pretty good I listen to Built to Spill sometimes," She paused again as someone came onto the stage, taping some setlists down and arranging the equipment. "I'm in a band too, though we haven't put out any music. Just done some local gigs, it's actually inspired by these guys," she turned, finally giving Zakka a chance to talk, "So you know the band? you maybe in a band?" She asked looking at her inquisitively, trying to fill the time until the music started 

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Sheena has favorite bands listed but literally goes to any live so so feel free to do any

She just couldn’t help herself. The dancing, the music, the joyful people, raw emotions, and most importantly- the connections. Some forming new fond memories, others revisiting a bit of nostalgia; all of it was so important. So precious. She felt joyful to experience this, even if all she could do was merely watch while her discomfort grew.

She stood in the very back shadows of the trees in this outdoor venue; for once careful of her actions. Intent on staying hidden as she felt too ill for her ‘human’ disguise. In truth there were far too many people here to be this close. She already felt a little bit off from staying so close to so much going on.
The feeling of connection people can get just from one to a few people was quite a fun watch. Even more so since the performer himself seemed to have quite the passion for this contemporary music. No doubt what drew in this many people in the first place. The music was loud, but the crowd was louder. The mix continued to make her feel unstable. However she continued to ignore the sick feeling- focusing on the crowd. She only came here as a reflection off metal skin had caught her attention. 

Right there, settled in the outskirts of the crowd, a tall bard stood with a hat secured on his head. Seemed to be focused on the stage performers song.  She wasn’t too far behind him. Another simply blending in with the atmosphere as far as one could tell. The lights of the show reflecting off him; it seemed as though this is his kind of scene. She removed herself from the trees- intent on a light conversation. His thoughts on it all had interested her. 

“How’s the performance?” She spoke up beside him on the right, only a little concerned as to how Reverb would react, turning to look him in the eyes. ”Everything is quite lively.”
She listens in closely to whatever he has to say, if anything at all. He seemed to be just enjoying the performance. It was quite the fun scene- even if some get too rowdy. His seemingly more calm words almost drowned out by the most rambunctious. Yet despite the rowdy, the vibe was still quite comfortable.
Instead of responding to whatever Reverb had or hadn’t said, she replies with yet another question. Right after if he said anything at all.
“Would you rather be up there?”
From what she gathered from him, he seemed rather passionate about music. So his potential response must be interesting. Hopefully not too odd a question while another was playing.

“I would like to see what you’d come up with.” She was earnest with her words.
But with that, the performance starts its closing act. The crowd still wild, but tired. It was getting towards midnight. It was time to take her leave before everyone else did. However, there was still one last thing to be said.
“Whenever you do have a performance, I will be there to watch.”
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NP- Most likely the only performances you’ll see her watching are a circus act or a small festival’s. You can go with whatever, though. She’ll usually be really hidden. If on the rare occasion she’s out in the wide open allowing herself to be seen- she’s using her ‘human’ disguise to not freak people out. However she’ll likely be distracted.