Concert Black Attire Male Novels & Stories

The men began to remove their masks one by one, although their female partners did not do the same, preferring to maintain their anonymity. “Mr. Doyle, Mr. Roberson, Mr. Nolan, and Mr. Huckington,” Christian greeted with a polite smile. “It’s good to see you gentlemen here.” The men chuckled in response. They were all in their late forties or fifties and were wearing obviously tailored, expensive suits. Harold Huckington’s partner for the evening, interestingly enough, looked twenty years his junior, with a voluptuous body and lips painted in bright red lipstick.

I was about to find out. It turned out that the male singer was an old man who looked to be in his seventies. The old man was light skinned, had brown hair and across his neck he tied a red scarf. I looked for Gray amongst those that were gathered and finally spotted him; it was then that it dawned on me that he and everyone else were all tying a red scarf around their necks. When the old man had finished singing, everyone began clapping and there were the popping sounds of beer cans opening and the drinking began. The singer and every other instrumentalist had stopped, but the guitarist, a beautiful young woman, kept on playing, keeping the musical vibe still alive.

Even if it would be said that he wanted some peace and quiet, while having drinks, but this… “I know.” He smirked down at me before raising his hand for a bartender who appeared through the back door behind the counter and many many shelves of alcohol. My mouth dropped when I took in his whole attire. He was dressed in red leather pants as well, shirtless. With nothing but a giant collar clasped around his neck. Unlike mine, his collar was much thicker, bigger, and pretty much scarier than what I had on. I turned to face Duncan, but he was too occupied to even entertain me. I was shocked.

She replied to him. "I made arrangements for that too," he said gleefully. Clapping his hands three times again, four men surrounded them within a twinkle of an eye. They were all dressed in the uniform of a blue T-shirt and white trousers. One of them had the rope of his guitar dangling around his neck, another was a saxophonist. The other two were identical twins, they had no musical instruments with them. They were all about the same height, tall and good-looking. "We are here," he said to the guys.

These were the usual routines before a band started to play and I watched with great familiarity at the scene unfolding before me. Soon enough the whole concert hall was in total darkness as silhouettes of the band members started appearing on stage. Bash appeared carrying his sticks; Warren holding his bass guitar; and JD clutching his customized electric guitar. As they started plugging in their instruments, I noticed that Adrian was nowhere in sight. Where was he? But just as I was thinking that, he suddenly appeared on stage as the lights slowly turned on. The dim blue light revealed that they were all dressed in casual jeans and shirts. But with the exception of JD putting a gray cardig

A black corporate attire was what he had worn, which perfectly matched what Nathan had worn. Daphne had looked back at Chuck and Nathan and saw how they moved down the stairs fast, and as she blinked, they already had in front of her. Chuck's white polo uniform had been tucked on his black pants, with the school logo on the left side printed in blue, matched with his black leather shoes and a white sock that almost reached his knees. He had a black backpack while his hands were held to its strap. He then waved at Daphne, the time their eyes had met.

“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.

“What the fuck is that?” “What?” Brows knitted together, he looked down at his attire. He was in an all-black high-waisted pants and a see-through long-sleeve top with a very large bow cinched on the collar. He matched this with black leather shoes and a huge teardrop earring dangling from his left ear. “Didn’t you get the memo that this was a masquerade ball?” he raised a gold mask, a naughty smirk on his lips.

I only look for two people; the faces of the men I want to spend my life with. The men who complete me (along with my sons of course). My eyes catch theirs; faces of awe and love. I feel my frightened look change and stretch into one of happiness. Kaden is in a simple black tuxedo; with a silver tie, whereas Kol's donning a grey tux with the stripped black and silver tie I bought for him recently. They look so handsome. So damn sexy. Just then did I realise the song playing was the one I'd begged the guys to let me have; Pachelbel's Canon.

"I'll need to speak with him about clothes too. What colour do you think we should wear? Should we go with the classic black and white or should we do something different?" He looked at Ryu expectantly but before Ryu could speak, Aito gasped. "I know! What if we go the traditional route? You know, red and blue?" His excitement lasted only a second before he frowned and shook his head. "Nah I don't want to wear blue now that I think about it. Maybe a red suit? Would that be too much?" He tilted his head, clearly considering it. "And then there's music. We could hire a band. There's this old band I loved back in high school. We could check if they still play or maybe-"