1 Mayhem Lunatics

"Dale."

"Dale..."

"Dale!"

Repeated a small lady, dressed in strictly casual clothing. She carried short-blonde hair too. And her little motive now was to follow Dale, the social media star.

"What..." Answered the same man she had been following around.

He was feeling rather agitated by now and gave the little lady a small glare. "I'm trying to host a live video here, Silvia."

Definitely hating the man's attitude but knowing she couldn't do much about it; the little 19-year-old woman reminded. "Okay. But I'm your manager, and we need to talk over some ideas."

"Later Silvia. After we end the livestream." Spoke out the latter, aiming to express himself in the least offensive way possible. There were 12-thousand people watching after all.

She agreed with the 22-year-old man but was still following him around. But she walked behind, for the sake of avoiding being seen in the livestream. With that pace, the kind lady continued to follow him as they were heading towards a dance show.

This dance troop that went by the name 'mayhem lunatics' were hosting a concert of some sort today - for the main sake of dancing their hearts out. But simple dancing was not what this crowd of fans were here for. Because if one was to take a glance at this troop for the first time, it would be easy to spot abnormal acts. Or craze at least.

Well that was one of the prime reasons behind Dale's live-video. Tons of popular people, and even celebrities were attending in this very audience.

He wanted to use such magnitude, even though his fanbase wasn't exactly small. In the most popular social media app, he had about 1.6-million-followers, but this event might lure in a few thousand more.

He took a front row seat, which had been paid for with a significant amount of money. All for the sake of getting a better view through the livestream. But there wasn't exactly a spot for his manager, Silvia.

And she instantly bashed against this stupidity, "You didn't get me a ticket?"

Trying to portray a good image, the latter answered. "I didn't know that you would follow me here."

At this point, the little lady met with a strong urge to cause a public scandal, but she couldn't really expose herself. It would be a horrific idea, and all the effort to stay away from the crowd would go in vain.

Noticing that a possible fight could break out; a 24-year-old girl who was taller than Silvia, and was wearing an elegant black dress, decided to intervene. Apart from all of that beauty, she also carried gorgeous and thick black hair. Truly magnificent and the aura she was unleashing was full of complexity. 

Walking close to the tantruming little lady, she stated. "Silvia, I want you to sit near me."

After giving the man another glare, she uttered. "I see that Anna has thought about me more than you did."

Seeing that the latter wasn't paying attention to her, the little-lady walked towards that one woman who had gotten out of line to invite her. But she was still feeling in doubt, so a question had to be asked.

She reached towards this nice woman's ear and whispered. "Did you really buy this ticket for me?"

Direct although well intended, Anna uttered. "No, I bought it for my friend but he stood me up."

Looking for another way to express her certainty, she gave a glare towards Dale and added. "Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't want that faggot to embarass you either."

Tad giggling but not liking to talk behind someone else's back either, the younger-lady whispered. "Thank you."

But accidentally kissed the lady's ear in the process too. It was a tad embarrassing, but at least this elegant lady was clean. That and STDs could most likely not be transmitted through an ear.

And now the show had started. So likewise, 7 massively talented males captivated the stage. And the young man in the middle was reaping the most attention. Each of these men portrayed a slight shade of craze, and it wasn't an act either. 

These men each carried strong mental disorders. But actually managed to find a way of expressing themselves; that way was through dancing.

They started off the show by spreading a meter apart from each other. And the 17-year-old boy in the middle, had continued to capture the most attention. His stage name was 'Lines' and he was known as the craziest compared to all 7 of these marvelous dancers.

As the 6 other men stood still, the prime dancer grabbed his left leg and forced it further to the left. Afterwards he bent his knee, and waved his arms around. It would make one think that this was random, but it was no doubt planned.

Afterwards, he grabbed the right leg too and pushed it forward. After raising his head up, he faced the pin-drop quiet audience. And that's when a short bang had blown through the speakers. So Lines quickly moved his head to the left, for the sake of complimenting the beat.

The same bang repeated and the main dancer moved his head to the right, perfectly synced.

Suddenly, in a heavy-metal like manner, the speakers yelled out a name which indeed grabbed the utmost attention. 'Mayhem Lunatics'.

And so, a riff from an electric guitar broke out, while the rest of the lunatics jumped from their previous spots, and set their right foot forward.

While Lines dragged his legs back to place, acting out much like a zombie. The rest of these lunatics took a step forward. And with that momentum, Lines covered his face.

The crew took a step back once more and allowed the main dancer to take the spotlight. According to the plan, Lines grabbed his hair and jumped high, along with the beat. Afterwards he pulled out a handful of his own hair, and dropped them on the stage as if spreading salt.

To that, the audience felt a little distress, especially after the electric guitar music stopped. What scared them a bit more was a heavy, gravelling voice from the speakers, that overstretched one little sentence. "Let me out..."

Surely captivating. And so the electric guitar blessed their ears after and the zombie-like, self expression enhanced.

Meanwhile at row 3 of these numerous seats… A fine blonde lady named Ela, sat between her two friends.

One of these friends was Brooks. She was a fine looking black lady and was a tad short too: but we cannot call that a disadvantage, as she was quite cute.

While the only other friend was a boy she knew for a year now. His name was Billy.

These three didn't usually get along all together, but they have a couple of things in common. All three of them were 20-year-olds and bisexuals too. But throughout most cases, they don't tend to be so open about that second fact.

Billy leaned towards Ela and whispered something in her ear, which forced the lady to break out in laughter.

A tad jealous, Brooks pulled the lady from the man's whisper and tried to start a conversation. "Nice show ha? I like all that loud music."

Able to hear the lady even through the deafening music, Billy teased. "As if you would know anything about metal music. Last time I saw you near a guitar was when you were trying to get laid with that short, rocker boy."

Understanding that this tease might have hidden a three-sided dagger in it, the little black lady could only try to avoid them. "I still like the music, okay?"

So the conversation met an end, as the rock music got louder too. And Ela's tone was out-shined by the little fight amongst these two as well.

Meanwhile back on the front row, Anna and Silvia kept whispering stuff in each other's ears. Well, they mostly screamed it out, as the electric guitar kept getting louder. And every now and then, a man screamed through the speakers.

One key characteristic through the conversation that we can't overlook, was how lips landed on their ears between these two chattering ladies, enough to not be considered an accident anymore. No one could be that clumsy.

With another shout near the ear, Anna had offered. "Do you want to join me for some ice cream after this? I think our heads can use a cool down after all this screaming."

A tad shy to join someone that she didn't know so well, but also recalling the bullshit coming from the people she knew better, Silvia answered. "Sure but I'll pay. It's the least I can do for all of this."

Dale, the social media star on the other hand, was yelling his heart out along with the group of dancers, although seated. And his behaviour was paying off rather well, as there currently were 26-thousand-people watching.

...

"That was quite a show ha." Anna expressed as the two ladies walked down a busy street.

Impressed, feeling the soft evening breeze that the month of june offered, Silvia began yelling. "I've seen a few videos but this is the first time I see them live. These maniacs really live up to their name."

"I can see that this is your first time... well I can hear it." And upon such expression, the little lady realized that she was being too loud and got a tad embarrassed about it.

Grabbing the girl around the shoulders, the elegant lady assured. "Oh don't get shy now, you're with me."

Trying to open a topic for the sake of fighting off embarrassment, Silvia asked. "I've seen you around a few times but like... what do you do?"

Tad staggered how such a topic suddenly opened, the latter tried to express herself. "Oh well... I uhhh."

"Silvia! Hey Silvia!" A male tone hollered, as he swiftly slipped through the crowd. "Why did you ditch me, girl? You said something about ideas."

Feed up with this man's bullshit and comfortable enough to act out, the little lady shouted. "Oh... you mean ideas that you get all the credit for? Hell, you never even announced me as your manager."

"Common... I was going to announce you next week, promise." Dale stretched the first and last word, poking the lady a tad bit too.

Revealing what the root of this was, as the elegant lady stood quiet, Silvia spoke out. "I don't need promises, Dale. I need money, a real job!"

The complaint did not stop there either, as the little lady continued. "Find another manager and be sure to pay me, my 3 months of work. Remember, the deal was 3,000$ a month."

Giving all of her attention towards Anna now and trying to ignore this man's existence, the enraged girl offered. "Now let me treat you with some ice cream."