A/N: This is thanks to 3am brain and to help me get back into writing again, because mental illness sucks and I haven't been able to write for nearly a month now. The chapters will be short and it won't be as angsty as the title suggests. It's merely Aki's favourite song by the band and any semblance to real songs by the same name is purely coincidental.

Updates will most likely be frequent (because of their length).

Akihito groaned when his phone rang as soon as he stepped into his shared flat. He had been doing nothing but working for the last two weeks since his co-worker had quit. Working for a small company had its benefits but it certainly had its downsides too. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he saw the last name he wanted to see lighting up his screen.

"What?" he snapped out by way of answer.

"Rude, man, can't you even do a normal hello?" Mitarai replied, music blaring loudly in the background.

"Look, I just got home from overtime, I don't have the patience for this. What do you want?"

"You know that Sion's playing here tonight, right?"

"Yeah," he replied with a note of bitterness in his voice. Akihito had wanted to go but tickets had sold out in a record thirty seconds online and the online postings of the tickets were going for more than his entire savings. That's what happens when the hottest band right now comes to a fairly small city that rarely gets big name musicians. Everyone was so music starved that they would pay huge money to see Sion live in their home town and not have to fly to a different city for the same privilege.

"Somethings happened with their usual sound technician and the ones hired by the stadium are useless. I just got a call that they need someone there stat and you know the stadium's set up better than anyone."

"You know the stadium just as well as I do but let me guess, your too busy with your side job to go yourself," he muttered. Mitarai didn't even bother denying it.

"So, can you get there? I'll tell the boss to arrange overtime once he's back tomorrow."

"When?"

"Like an hour ago," Mitarai drawled in reply before yelling at someone in the background.

"Fine," Akihito grit out and hung up the phone before his co-worker could say anything else.

It's not like he needed anything else, anyway. He knew the stadiums sound system like the back of his hand and all the gear he needed was still sitting in the boot of his car. He was even still in uniform, if a logo'd polo with tidy jeans could count as such. It was just a shame he wouldn't have time to grab a bite to eat on the way. As if on cue, his stomach rumbling pitifully and he sighed in regret.

Well, at least he would get to see his favourite band play live.

The trip was short and fairly uneventful, even the road closures for the concert were easily navigated. It wouldn't be the first time he had to take an emergency trip in. If only his boss wasn't out to celebrate his anniversary tonight, then Mitarai wouldn't be calling the shots. Mainly because negotiating overtime and callout pay was much harder with clients once the service was already taken care of. Thankfully, his boss was never one to short-change him and getting to see the band live covered it in his books anyway. It was just a shame that it had to come after a long day, no, a long week, of work.

He was exhausted, grumpy, and hangry. This was not shaping up be a good night if not even live music could pick up his mood. The sound from the crowds of people hit him like a punch to the temple even out in the staff parking lot. It was with a long groan that he pulled out his small bag of equipment and made his way to the staff entrance. You never knew what you might encounter so he always had spare cables, tools, and other such equipment with him. It would be a good night if he didn't have to use any of it and instead only had to deal with the stadiums huge sound control board.

Unfortunately, he didn't think that would be the case. He had told them time and again to replace the system but it was rare that big musicians came to their city. What was the point of advertising the stadium as having its own sound equipment if it was faulty? May as well be upfront and let the people organising the show bring their own. Anything for an extra buck, he supposed.

The security at the back door was a local and recognised the logo on his shirt immediately. The look of relief on his face filled Akihito with a resigned kind of dread. If the security detail knew it was bad, then it was really bad.

It turned out that it was worse than he had thought. He was ushered through the building at an almost run as the show was already nearly an hour late. Not even the opening acts had been able to play yet and the crowd was growing restless. Akihito had just a moment to take in the faces he had seen on TV and the internet before he was thrown into the clutches of the touring sound technicians. You knew it was extra bad when even the band members were crowded around trying to help rather than sitting back and using the brief respite to rest.

The only good thing about the entire affair was that it was an issue he was familiar with. No one seemed to mind Akihito coursing out the stadium owners as he hot-wired the sound system. It was literally the dodgiest cable set up he had ever seen but it worked, faulty cables had caused the same issue last year and he had had the delight of fixing it then as well. Once everything was wired up the first act ran onstage to the delight of the crown and immediately started warming up while they tested the sound.

Dodgy set up and the worst working conditions for the musicians to make them want to return but at least he saved the day. Words of praise showered him and his back was sore from all the victorious back slaps. The words of thanks from each of the Sion members would normally be enough to send him over the moon and into his happy place but now that the crisis had been averted, his hanger came to the fore.

"I would like to grab some dinner if that's all you needed me for?" he asked, embarrassed as his rumbling stomach added in its protest.