Concert Black Attire Male Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Candles in tall glass vases sit on the ground at the end of each row, lining the aisle the bridal party will walk down, and plaid blankets cover the ground, creating a path for them. The males stand right at the edge of the lake, dressed in black tuxes with velvet lapels and varying vest colors underneath — Wesley’s is a traditional, simple black with a black bow tie, but Nolan is in a golden yellow, Sebastian is in a deep red, and Reid is in a forest green — and they each have a small boutonniere of jasmine on their lapel.

Something Declan hoped he would be sorely disappointed with. Dinner with the royals also meant dressing more presentably, but Declan was not one for rules and instead took a collarless dark grey shirt with a slight V cut at the front, he had his sleeves folded to the elbows, paired with black pants and boots that reached his calves. A black belt hung around his waist completing his simple look. A silver tag necklace he always wore hung in his shirt. A loud banging on the door of his bedroom made Declan frown, walking over he pulled it open, glaring at the blond man who had clearly got dressed for the occasion.

Several of them were fidgeting with their tuxes, but they all wore their masks. One of the brothers, Sebastian, handed Dorian his. He slid it on, moving next to Heathcliff. They all looked dashing. Cindy thought so too. I could tell by the tittering noises coming from her throat. Their tuxes were all black, except Bart's. His tux was a dark gray, the same as his mask. There were other, subtler differences in the cut and shape of their tuxes, but the significant variance was the colors of their ties and vests.

Declan looked at himself in the mirror, unsure. He'd never been to a rave before. Never known what to dress in for one. So he wore all white, old skinny jeans he didn't use because he had new ones now, and a simple V-neck T-shirt. He gelled his hair into fashionably messy, and tied a purple checkered black scarf around his neck. Black shoes on his feet, he set out to the little area they were meeting in to go to the dance together.