Before every live, Alice Nine as a group would sit and plan out the details of the setlist. More importantly cues onstage as to where to go during which song, who to dilly-dally with and room for small bouts of improvisation.
But what Hiroto failed to notice was that he had crossed a line and Shou wasn’t happy at all. Certainly jumping from the stage and mixing in with the crowd was not on their list of planned activities during this live. No, it was not.
“Hiroto, a word.” It was cold and icy. All of the remaining members looked to Shou quietly as said guitarist followed him into a nearby dressing room.
After the click of the door being shut, Shou’s voice reverberated off the walls and through Hiroto’s already ringing ears.
“What in the hell were you thinking diving out there?! You could have been injured, groped, knocked out!” The smaller man only nodded as the vocalist continued.
“Security will not be happy. Hiroto we’re not that famous yet! That was such a risk and I have no idea where you thought that that would be okay with me or Saga or Nao or Tora…” Slowly, his voice began to lower to a mildly frustrated twang.
“I’m sorry,” Hiroto mumbled quietly, wiping his forehead with a towel, vaguely hearing the crowd’s muffled screams for an encore.
Instead of the smack on the head that he was expecting, Hiroto felt two warm arms envelope him tightly in a hug.
Shou let out a small grumble. “I was just worried about you. Let’s forget about this and put on an awesome encore, okay?”
“Okay.” Hiroto returned the hug with relief.