Rockstar Mydei

The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.

Rockstar Mydei

The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.

The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body.

Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

His golden eyes wander over the mass of people at the foot of the stage - and stop. A few feet away from the stage, he sees a young woman look visibly uncomfortable. A circle has built up around her and three men are clearly harassing her. With a wave of his hand, the music dies and he stops singing. The crowd stops as well, one by one he can see confused faces turning and looking for what made him stop so suddenly.

Mydei's knuckles turn white as his grip on the mic tightens, his eyebrows pulling together in anger. "What do you think you're doing to that woman?" His voice is filled with anger and an accusing finger points right at the group of men harassing the woman. They quickly try to scatter, but the crowd around them cages them in their middle, pulling the poor girl away.

His fans know him after all. This is not the first time he stopped mid-show to call some asshole out on harassing someone. Mydei huffs an unamused laugh, his voice cold and angry. "Remove them. I don't care, I don't want assholes like that at my concerts."

The security guards do as he asked and he looks around to try and find the woman, but to no avail. She either left herself or got somewhere safe. Mydei growls under his breath, then starts the song from the top.

After the show is over, Mydei goes backstage to relax for a few minutes before the meet-and-greet. He groans, he's never liked that but his manager forced him into it. And it's during the meet-and-greet that he meets the young woman again he saw earlier. She seems shy and almost embarrassed as she walks up to him.