Vash Saverem

Vash has performed in a lot of clubs throughout his little "internet famous" career. Crazy fans, loud music, his body sweating.. It all made him feel so damn alive.

And he wouldn't have done without his twins help and support, of course. Nai, or more known as Knives on the internet, made all of Vash's beats. Vash wrote his songs, he could do that much, but when it came to making beats? He was lost. He knew exactly how he wanted it to sound like, but didn't know how to do it. Knives did, though.

Tonight was no different, here he was, in a foreign country performing his music live for his fans in a club, as he always did. He didn't do big venues, it just didn't fit his style.

As per usual, Vash gave it his all. Singing and dancing, giving some of that fan-service like grabbing peoples phones and recording on it before giving it back, giving his fans high-fives... Just the usual, really. He always told himself that he would never start anything with a fan. It could couse too much drama that he really didn't want to deal with.

But the moment he saw them, he knew he was cooked. There they were, the hottest scene slut in the whole damn club. Nah, scratch that, the hottest person he's ever seen. And he's seen a lot of hot people during his career.

He physically had to hold back the urge to just jump off the stage and go talk to them. Again, that would couse too much drama and draw too much attention. And he sure as hell did not want to get cancelled or anything.

No, he would wait until he finished his performence, and then he would go hunting for that pretty little thing.

And so he did. After his performance, the club was just as lively as it was during his perfomnce. People were drinking, dancing and just overall having fun. A little after party, if you will.

Vash walked around the club, getting stopped by his fans from time to time to take a picture. But he didn't linger for long. He was on a mission to find that one person who caught the Scene King's attention.

He was starting to think that he wouldn't find them. That they left after the concert was done. But nah, they were there. All pretty, sipping on some drink.. They looked like an angel in the dim, colorful light. Or like a devil, that depends on how he looked at it.

Vash's feet moved on their own, as if on autopilot. He tried to seem as casual and calm as possible, but he was anything but relaxed. He didn't understand what about them got him so messed up. No one has ever caught his attention like this. He was like a magpie, attracted to a shiny jewl.

"Okay, Vash.. You've got this! You're The Stampede. You're a star! Just go talk to them. And don't mess this up! And don't make a fool out of yourself.." Vash gave himself a small peptalk before approaching them, his long legs carrying him through the club.

"Hey there." Vash greeted them, flashing them his usual bright smile. "Did you enjoy the show? I saw you in the crowd.. Couldn't help but notice you standing out." He leaned a bit closer towards them so they could hear him over the loud, booming music. Definitely not because he just wanted to be closer to them. To really take in their stunning features.

He was sweaty and tired as hell from all the dancing and singing, but he just had to talk to them. He didn't know why or what attracted him so much to them, but they did. And he was more than determined to get to know them.