This performance was going to be like nothing they had ever done before.
“We’ve missed you!” Jaewoong shouted.
Su-jin pumped his fist in the air.
“Be good, now,” Yohei said, in his lowest voice.
“Or not,” Geun chuckled.
The noise from the crowd doubled.
They are ours, for this moment. Tears sprang to Jun’s eyes. He swallowed and pumped his fist in the air, starting to move with the music as the rhythm kicked up a notch.
Hail, my demons
Are you not entertained?
As I strut, and I dance, and I sing on this stage
Hail, grand sinners
Are you not deeply pleased?
That for you I exist to appease
Your appetite
Your twisted delights
Your greed beyond need
Your avarice
Power pumped through Jun’s belly, up into his throat, down his arms and his legs. The choreography was easy. No more starving before an appearance. No last minute lectures from Bak in his head. Only rage and joy, rising like two dragons inside him, inside of all of them.
Su-jin took the front with Jaewoong, swapping lines while Jun danced behind them with Geun and Yohei using their relative height advantage.
Shall we all have a party?
A grandslam soirée
Let’s swan about under patterned lights
Like our hearts are all cut from damaged blocks of ice
Yohei and Geun swapped places with Su-jin and Jaewoong, tossing the lyrics between them like a tennis match.
Your appetite, I swear
Has no end from all I hear
Ego in motion
Your worst diabolic emotion
Open jaws, gimme hands
Tell the band to leave the stands