the spark that is about to fade

after the presentation of the group.

(clothes on the skin and hair are white because this is already your choice, sorry that is crooked. hair is drawn short, but this was just an example

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-Zuke do not believe you forgot te text!
- I'm sorry (sorry, I forgot what they said there)
leaving the stage, they were met by the crowd. after a short conversation with Tatiana, you started playing. your steampunk jewelry shone in the spotlight. you played thesecond guitar, mayday the first, Zuke the drums. you successfully passed the test simply because it is easier for others to form punches. Zuke had a little problem with that, May was better than him, but not like you. all this time you felt someone's gaze on you. while the guys there were dealing with their drones, you decided to sing. you took your getara and began to quietly play something known only to you and hum (here hair on the shoulder blades)

(Song. yes, it's not rock, but I like it)

(who cares that there is a link, translation of the title and verses on the art). you yourself did not notice your friends finished and now everyone is looking at you. noticing this, you stopped playing and removed the guitar.
-we went test! - Mayday squealed happily
-and how do you think everything went? - Tatiana asked coldly
-great!
on the girl's exclamation there was a sound and a cross appeared
-one of six is ​​not so bad.
one more
-wait a minute
and again
-Zuke do something!
-um tada
not impressed, another cross appeared
-I think my artists said everything-said the voice of Tatiana. already at this phrase you stopped listening, you returned to reality only when you were kicked out because May said something to Tatyana.
- they can't do this to us! - Mayday was indignant
-Relax well, they didn't accept it, so what? not the end of life, after all. you spoke extremely calmly trying to calm the girl, but she was restless. you finally said goodbye to Zuke and headed home. upon arriving at your monastery, you took off your clothes from the concert and put on your favorite T-shirt and shorts (f / c) with green (if your favorite color is green, imagine different shades) edges, you could see your belly, which had several scars: one from a shot, the other is already sewn up, but visible; on the back, as well as on the whole body: from explosions, from fire, from bullets, from various cuts and much more. you sat down to your favorite film, and no, it was not about war, as many thought, almost everyone thought that apart from war you did not think about anything. after sitting down with a mug of tea, you fit on the sofa in a blanket, but your viewing was interrupted by an advertisement for robots 1010. you grimaced with displeasure, you don't really like these robots, they remind you of getting some scars and losing touch with your family, of course they are more human than those, but not you like them, that's all .... although you want to cuddle the green one (yes, my favorite character is Eloni) he reminds you of you in your childhood in character, modest, vulnerable. but they shake you, why do people like them so much? the light went out abruptly