Malcolm slowly walked up the stage. The audience was excited and had their phone cameras on. The lights turned off and the stage lit up with a green light and white smoke with the band name shining neon on the board behind the drums.

Louise took his place and all the guitarists stood aside. A brunette boy stood inside the control room with Ralf, "Peter, Malcolm is on the main mic," MJ said on his left airpod.
"Alrighty," He raised the volume bar of the center mic and lowered the volume of MJ's mic.

As soon as Malcolm stood before the central mic, everyone stopped shouting.
"Who is he?"
"He is hot!"
"AYE! MJ! WHY AIN'T YOU SINGING?"
"This isn't what I waited for,"

"Why is a bassist on the main mic?"
"ChellLui has lost it,"

"Hey everyone," Malcolm said awkwardly on the mic, "MJ's throat isn't doing good so I'll be the main vocalist,"

"Damn, even his voice is hot!"
"Wait—Is that Malcolm? Oh my God! Yes!"
"He looks so Gucci without that trash makeup!"

"Let's go!" MJ shouted as he struck a chord and Louise gave the beat. The music started and when the vocals part came in, Malcolm didn't sing. MJ stared at him, "Malcolm! What are you doing?"

"I—Erm—"
The mic gave out a high frequency beep. Peter quickly fixed it while everyone else closed their ears. 
Malcolm was intimidated. His feet were shivering.

Chelsea looked at Malcolm. He was on stage without makeup after four years. Everyone stared at him, including his bandmates.

Everyone booed.
"He's just got them good looks. He is not a good vocalist or a speaker. MJ! YOU SING, DUDE!"
"MJ!"
The crowd had already rejected him.

MJ looked at Malcolm for confirmation if he should take over.
"I—" Malcolm held the mic closer to his lips, "I'm Malcolm Bevery."

Nova looked at him, 'So, this is that Malcolm guy. I have to say Chelsea has a good taste.'

I'm a bassist and I was a vocalist erm four years back, when the band was newly formed. I guess only the seniors know of that since I gave up on singing even before completing my freshman year due to a—A lot of reasons. A—And I—Well, I—kinda like I—I guess hid myself in the Gothic culture.

But now, I—I have...Have decided to—" Malcolm clenched his bass, "I have thought about it that I need to move on. I don't want to run away anymore because I have realised that this is what I am. I—I'm a vocalist on the bass and I want to...I want to continue—Continue writing songs.

And I have written one for a special someone who was there for me, always...And I have written and dedicated this song to that special someone who is among us today at this very party. But this one though...It's—It's not like the other love songs I wrote. Heck, it's not another song about love!" Malcolm shouted and MJ stuck his guitar.

Nearly at the bridge of the song, Malcolm saw Chelsea in the crowd and forgot the lyrics. MJ quickly took over. Malcolm looked at him and sang the last verse of the song. Everyone clapped as soon as they finished.

Chelsea ran towards the restroom and looked into the mirror.
"What are you doing here?" Nova followed her.

"He gave up on me but a part of me didn't wanted that to happen. Why did I come here tonight? See, I told you nobody would ask me out for a dance," Chelsea said. Nova looked at her, "Chelsea,"
"This is just so—"
Nova moved her hand forward, "Will you dance with me?"

Chelsea looked at her,
"Two girls dancing together is weird,"
"We dance all the time,"
"That's when we are alone."
"I understand," Nova took out a pocket scissors and trimmed her hair into a pixie cut, "Do I pass for a guy now?"

"Why would you cut your hair for a dance?"
"Because that dance is with you,"
Chelsea looked into Nova's eyes.

"Chelsea," Malcolm stood outside the restroom, "Can we talk?"
"Why is he here now?" Nova turned back but Chelsea ran outside the bathroom, "Yes, we can,"

Malcolm took Chelsea outside the party lawn and Nova followed them secretly. They chatted as they stood under the streetlights. Chelsea's eyes shimmered. Tears left her eyes.

"Maybe I couldn't accept that I love you and maybe, just maybe, I was scared to lose you again. So, it's better if we go our separate ways," Malcolm said.
"Can't we just be friends again?"
"You think I'll look at you as a friend now?"

Chelsea cried, "But I don't want to lose you,"
"Chelsea, listen," Malcolm touched her face, "I don't want to take you down but my waters are unstable so I can't save you from drowning. We are not compatible and we never were. But I liked all the time I had you," He smiled.

"Do you like someone else?"
Malcolm's bangs covered his eyes.
"Tell me her name. I want to know what she understands of you that I don't. You have fallen again, haven't you? Tell me the truth and I'll let you go. Tell me Malcolm," Chelsea cried, "You like someone else now?"

He nodded his head.

Nova grabbed his collar and punched his face, "How dare you make Chelsea cry!"
"NOVA STOP!" Chelsea wiped her tears.
"YOU THINK YOU RICH PLAYBOYS CAN PLAY WITH A GIRL'S HEART? I'LL TEACH YOU A LESSON!" She continued punching him.

"Stop it! He's got asthma!"
Malcolm began running out of breath.
"NOVA!" Chelsea pulled her away from Malcolm and slapped her. Malcolm crawled on the floor as he coughed and moved back towards the lawn.

MJ threw Malcolm's inhaler at him, "Looking for this?" He smiled. Malcolm took a few pumps and then looked at MJ.
"My face hurts,"

"I can see why. Let's go to the nurse's office. I can't believe I have to spend my Valentine's day at the Nurse's office with you rather than picking up a cute girl,"

Nova looked at Chelsea, "Why Chelsea? I FOUGHT FOR YOU, DUMBASS!"
"I NEVER ASKED YOU TO! DON'T INTERFERE IN MY PERSONAL MATTERS! YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND YOU NEVER WILL, NOVA! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"...Okay," She whispered and went back on her bike. She started it and drive away. Chelsea sat on the road and began crying.

Kate walked through the crowd while stomping his feet. I'm pretty sure no girl walks like this, Kate.
"I'll find Michelle Jibber and fucking kill—"
"Anna," Kate turned around.
'B—BROTHER LOUISE!' Kate shouted in his head.

"What were you saying about MJ? Did he do something again?" Louise leaned towards him.

'I should not bad mouth him in front of Louise.' Kate thought.
"N—No! I was just saying how fucking awesome he is! He is so awesome that I wanna kill him so that I could keep his dead body to myself!" Kate said. This is a Kate kinda compliment.

"So, now you wanna get close to MJ by befriending me?" Louise asked.
"HUH? WHY WOULD I DO THAT?! THAT'S PATHETIC! PEOPLE WHO USE OTHERS SHOULD FUCKING DIE!" Kate said.

"Right?" Louise said, sarcastically. He looked at the couples dance for sometime as Kate stood in front of him. Kate stared at him and suddenly Louise looked at him.

"What?" Louise said.
"N—Nothing!" Kate said.
"What exactly do you like about that playboy?" Louise asked.

"His face, maybe?" Kate asked.
"Just his face?" Louise asked.
"Is there anything else good about him except his face?" Kate said.

"Do you really like him?" Louise narrowed his eyes and leaned towards Kate.

'HE'S DOUBTING ME!' Kate thought and started moving back.

Kate took a deep breath,

"I LOVE HIM! THE WAY HE COLLECTS ALL INFO SO PRECISELY AND IN SUCH A SHORT TIME, IT'S SO COOL! AND IT'S—" He's trying to help, but in reality he's just making it worse...

"I could do all that too, you know" Louise interrupted him.
"Are you jealous?"
"Why do you think that?"

"I MEAN—IT'S JUST SO OBVIOUS! AND YOU EVEN STOPPED TO ASK ME WHY I LIKE MJ! AND IT SEEMS AS IF YOU WANNA DANCE WITH ME! YOUR ACTIONS CLEARLY—"

"Your eating up my head, shut up," Louise grabbed Kate's head, pushed him towards himself and kissed him on his lips. Why do I feel like Brandon's getting a signal on his Kate-is-in-danger radar?

Meanwhile Brandon, "My hands are itching," He scratched his palms, "Where's Kate?"

Kate tried to push Louise away but his grip only got stronger. Brandon, the love of your life is kissing someone, other than you.

Suddenly, they heard a camera flash and Louise moved away from Kate.
"MJ, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"At the moment, earning money. I wonder how much will this sell for?" MJ poked his camera on Louise's face. He almost punched the camera but MJ dodged it.

"Give me the camera" Louise said.
"Nuu, >:)" MJ jumped on a tree.
Louise looked at him for sometime, then lit a cigarette.

"You're into BDSM, right?" He asked.
MJ began sweat and smiled nervously, "I think?"
Louise smirked.

I'm waiting for Louise to snap, pull the entire tree out of the ground and slam it on the ground with MJ still on it. Now THAT is AIW quality BDSM.

Legit.

-To be continued

Malcolm Bevery
All I Want is you baby