Nocturne arrived an hour before Lyric’s group was set to go on stage because he had a feeling even with his bike that parking would be a disaster. Saturday afternoon for a festival that everyone seemed to enjoy? Yeah, that was going to suck. That was why he didn’t bother joining the line of cars to get into the lot but parked down the road and with the Jeep in case Lyric asked him to drive friends home after the show. It was a ten minute walk from where he found a spot along the side of the road but the day was nice with a light breeze and moving into autumn temperatures that he loved.
He had told Lyric that morning as he dropped her off at the studio that he might not be able to make it. He was teasing, of course, and they both knew it but it wasn’t until he made it to the stage and settled into a spot that he finally texted her to let her know he was there, stage right, and about half way back along the edge of the milling about crowd. It was a bring your own chair type of event but most seemed to prefer the blanket route and sat on the grass. Nocturne remained standing since he purposely put himself in a spot that wouldn’t block anyone behind him but still give him a great view.
The dance studio always performed at the festivals and various events in the city to help showcase the dancers and potentially bring in more inspired young people and backers. Lyric had been excitedly babbling about this one in particular because she was in two group performances and snagged one of the coveted solos as well. Nocturne was proud of his little sister and they both saw how much their dad was as well. Pops was already in the crowd as well and Nocturne had spotted him almost immediately when he strolled up. Abraham Jackson had a way of sticking out in a crowd and not just because of his height and muscular stature but just the badass aura he gave off. Of course none of that came into play when it came to Lyric as he turned into a proud and gushing father that couldn’t stop smiling. Their Pops might not always be around with how busy the Guardians kept him but he did his best to catch every important event his kids were in.
Finally the wait was over and the introductions began. Nocturne cheered for Lyric and her friends before everyone got into place. The dancing was top notch, as always, and he continued to cheer when an impressive move was done or when someone had a brief solo moment during the group numbers. He knew how hard they all worked and wanted to make sure they knew it was appreciated. When Lyric’s solo came up, Nocturne smiled as she moved gracefully across the stage, falling silent for once until the dance ended and he burst into loud applause and cheers.
As Lyric moved off and the next performance came on, Nocturne felt like someone was watching him somewhere behind him. He didn’t turn around but he did tense ever so slightly, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to get into a fight in a crowded festival. Nothing happened for most of the dance but near the end someone did step up beside him on his left. Nocturne continued to focus on the performance and applauded as they finished while waiting to see if the mystery person beside him was going to say something and if they were even there for him. They could have just come to see the end of the show and his paranoia was acting up.
When the last dance of the show started, Nocturne noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he finally glanced in that direction. He nearly laughed when what he saw was a proud dance mom holding up her phone and recording the performance. Of course. The edge where he stood was often a good place to get a clear shot in such an environment—unless you were Abraham Jackson and didn’t care how tall you were and stood in the centre a few rows back.
While he was glad it wasn’t anything to worry about and thankful his senses were alert even when he was enjoying a show, Nocturne wasn’t happy about how paranoid he was being. It was almost enough to return to Indulge and tell the vampires he wasn’t interested in anything and to leave him alone. With his luck lately, that would likely backfire and it was best to keep his distance and his guard up. So he let go of the idea and simply enjoyed the rest of the dance, cheering as the group took their bows before leaving the stage.
He pulled out his phone and sent Lyric a quick text.
You were amazing!
How many hot apple ciders should I grab?
Even if no one needed the ride home, Nocturne didn’t mind bringing some of them a treat after their hard work—even if it encouraged a crush or two. As he left the crowd to head to the proper vendor, the paranoia was still there and had him cast a glance around but no one seemed interested in him and Nocturne shrugged it off to focus on his task and enjoying the rest of the day.
He had told Lyric that morning as he dropped her off at the studio that he might not be able to make it. He was teasing, of course, and they both knew it but it wasn’t until he made it to the stage and settled into a spot that he finally texted her to let her know he was there, stage right, and about half way back along the edge of the milling about crowd. It was a bring your own chair type of event but most seemed to prefer the blanket route and sat on the grass. Nocturne remained standing since he purposely put himself in a spot that wouldn’t block anyone behind him but still give him a great view.
The dance studio always performed at the festivals and various events in the city to help showcase the dancers and potentially bring in more inspired young people and backers. Lyric had been excitedly babbling about this one in particular because she was in two group performances and snagged one of the coveted solos as well. Nocturne was proud of his little sister and they both saw how much their dad was as well. Pops was already in the crowd as well and Nocturne had spotted him almost immediately when he strolled up. Abraham Jackson had a way of sticking out in a crowd and not just because of his height and muscular stature but just the badass aura he gave off. Of course none of that came into play when it came to Lyric as he turned into a proud and gushing father that couldn’t stop smiling. Their Pops might not always be around with how busy the Guardians kept him but he did his best to catch every important event his kids were in.
Finally the wait was over and the introductions began. Nocturne cheered for Lyric and her friends before everyone got into place. The dancing was top notch, as always, and he continued to cheer when an impressive move was done or when someone had a brief solo moment during the group numbers. He knew how hard they all worked and wanted to make sure they knew it was appreciated. When Lyric’s solo came up, Nocturne smiled as she moved gracefully across the stage, falling silent for once until the dance ended and he burst into loud applause and cheers.
As Lyric moved off and the next performance came on, Nocturne felt like someone was watching him somewhere behind him. He didn’t turn around but he did tense ever so slightly, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to get into a fight in a crowded festival. Nothing happened for most of the dance but near the end someone did step up beside him on his left. Nocturne continued to focus on the performance and applauded as they finished while waiting to see if the mystery person beside him was going to say something and if they were even there for him. They could have just come to see the end of the show and his paranoia was acting up.
When the last dance of the show started, Nocturne noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he finally glanced in that direction. He nearly laughed when what he saw was a proud dance mom holding up her phone and recording the performance. Of course. The edge where he stood was often a good place to get a clear shot in such an environment—unless you were Abraham Jackson and didn’t care how tall you were and stood in the centre a few rows back.
While he was glad it wasn’t anything to worry about and thankful his senses were alert even when he was enjoying a show, Nocturne wasn’t happy about how paranoid he was being. It was almost enough to return to Indulge and tell the vampires he wasn’t interested in anything and to leave him alone. With his luck lately, that would likely backfire and it was best to keep his distance and his guard up. So he let go of the idea and simply enjoyed the rest of the dance, cheering as the group took their bows before leaving the stage.
He pulled out his phone and sent Lyric a quick text.
You were amazing!
How many hot apple ciders should I grab?
Even if no one needed the ride home, Nocturne didn’t mind bringing some of them a treat after their hard work—even if it encouraged a crush or two. As he left the crowd to head to the proper vendor, the paranoia was still there and had him cast a glance around but no one seemed interested in him and Nocturne shrugged it off to focus on his task and enjoying the rest of the day.
