Concert Black Attire Male Novels & Stories

the lead singer, Warner, announces, throwing an arm over Eli and Carson’s shoulders. I pay no attention to Carson as he makes introductions. I know each member from TV award shows and entertainment sites. Warner Bradshaw, the bad-boy lead singer, wears black from head to toe. His skin-tight jeans, boots, and V-neck t-shirt are his trademark attire. A thick, gold chain around his neck draws my eyes toward the dark chest hair peeking out. I’ve often thought of him as a Jason Momoa look-alike. Although he’s not as bulky in stature, his long, highlighted hair and large forehead resemble the star. His look is never complete without his tousled brown waves touching his shoulders, the mirrored shad

I coaxed. “The band doesn’t have a vocalist and Jim is a horrible singer!” Olive pointed at Jim, who then grumbled over the painful statement. “Yes, it does.” A new voice joined in, and I couldn’t help but spread a smile across my face. Carson was standing there in a black suit. Both of his hands were inside the pocket and hair was styled neatly. You wouldn’t know that he was a part of a cheap rock band who used to wear dark-colored T-shirts and a pair of old jeans.

They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires. Gosh, I had so many autographs to ask for and so many selfies to steal away! So the woman started singing an Elvish lullaby as we resumed our way. Every guy in blue carried a white lily, that they handed to their appointed pair for the entrance parade. I almost tripped when I saw Brandon. Good Lord, he looked gorgeous. Mind you, the only attire that ever looked better on him was Adam’s, which is saying something. And he didn’t only look as to have a heart attack right there and then, but also natural. Like Silvia’s friends on those gowns, he

Then only she would see what was now blatantly open and showing for the world. The rest of the band showed and Pearl looked at them all. John's curly mop top and his hipster flannel with his right jeans and red Chucks. He looked like he'd been famous for years. Tony's sleek hair, long goatee and black blazer. Blake's tattoos and piercings, his punk look with his anarchy shirt and confidence. Dylan with his new hair and look. "Pearl you ready to get started?" Blake asked. "You guys truly all look like a real rock n roll band."Pearl said, tearing up.

The air was thick with anticipation as Hyunjin and Felix entered the packed concert venue. The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsating with the raw, primal beats that thrummed from the stage. Hyunjin's long black hair swayed as he moved, his lean body clad in tight, dark clothing that accentuated his lithe frame. Felix, with his tousled blond locks and freckled face, practically radiated with a playful, teasing energy.

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

My heart launched into orbit. There he was. Christian stood in the doorway, and holy hell—he wasn’t wearing a suit. No crisp white shirt, no tie, no designer blazer. Instead, he wore a fitted black polo that clung to his chest like it was tailored for his muscles, paired with dark jeans that did his legs dangerously right. His hair was slicked to the side, giving him this younger, laid-back vibe, and—God help me—he was wearing glasses. Actual, real-life glasses. It should’ve been illegal to look that good in them.

Whatever Conti had just said, I couldn't comprehend it's meaning, but Moose obviously did because his face had suddenly lit up with a smile. “Boys!” Conti called out and a group of Men ran into the room with a leather sackcloth in their hands. Some of them I could recognize from earlier after Tiny's incident, others I couldn't pick a hint at their faces. They all were draped in black corporate attires. The majority pulling off the outfit with a pair of sneakers, their shirts untucked and sticking out from the length of their jackets. They sure dressed their part as goons and I gave them their flowers.

*click clack click clack* Irvin went back to reality when he heard heavy footsteps. He stopped and turned around to see who it was. A guy wearing all black attire with an ‘Excelsis’ print written on his shirt and red bandana used as a headband on his bald head. He looks like a young gangster that is ready for a fight. “...he’ll going to get you.”

I even blinked and rubbed my eyes several times to make sure that I wasn’t seeing things. In front of me stood the 2 males from the band The Pandorgriff. Nico, and Kevin have their back to me. Their colorful wigs shining in the light. And I could just gape at them all day. Who cares if I didn't get to watch their mini concert? At least I get to see them this close. But when they turned, their wigs fell off.