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Your body was pressed tight against the barricade as the crowd behind you surged forward. The bite of the metal lost on you as your eyes watched as he stalked the stage, the mic held close to his lips. A growl echoes through the venue as the song ends. His lean, lithe body moved to the mic stand. The way his fingers wrapped around the mic flashed an image of them wrapped around your neck. Your cheeks flushed as you watched him seat the mic into the cradle; his long fingers moving sensually down the mic stand. A caress you could almost feel on your skin. The man before you oozed sex appeal and your one wish was to get your hands on him. It was a fantasy and you knew it would be just that, but you couldn't help but let your mind wander as the opening chords to Just Pretend filters through the speakers. His voice, like a siren's song, hit you with such force it took your breath away. Closing your eyes you sang along as you lifted your phone in the air; your flashlight on along with the whole venue. The words wrapped themselves around you like a blanket on a cold night. Each word hits you deep into your soul. Opening your eyes you watched as he continued to run his hands along the mic stand, his own eyes closed as he sang. "How are you all doing out there?" He growls as the song ends, removing the mic from the stand to stalk to stage left. "I want to see a fucking mosh pit opening up." He commanded, a slight smirk on his face as he watches, Jolly leading them into one of their heavier songs, Artificial Suicide. Nick followed in with the drums, Noah's growls ripped straight from his throat. You were in heaven as he stalked across the stage, Nicholas' hair whipping in time with the music. Jolly's stoic expression on his face as he head bangs in his spot. Nick's arms were a blur of motion as he played; making faces as he did. Seamlessly they moved through their set until they got to the end. The crowd chanted encore as they filtered off the stage. Some people began t