Myles Atsuyo
Legacy Name: Myles Atsuyo

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• Name: Myles Atsuyo
• Age: 20
• Height: 1.63m
• Sexuality: Heterosexual
• Status: In a relationship with Omnia
• Soundtrack: Listen here

Life Excerpt

One of the lights around the mirror was out, and another was flickering. Even so, the yellow globes were so bright that Myles could see every tiny pore on his face, even from like a whole two feet away. He could see why Loretta, who was probably ten years older than she claimed, complained about the mirrors being too bright. If he was starting to feel weird staring at his reflection, she must feel about a million years old. Myles, after a quick look around, leaned forward and checked the mirror, contorting his face a few different ways. What would it be like to have wrinkles? Would he even notice if he got them?


There was a knock at the door, and Myles quickly sat back. -"Hey, man, your set's comin' up." It was one of the sound guys. -"And Loretta wants the dressin' room."

-"Yeah, okay," Myles called back. He quickly dusted his face with some translucent powder Loretta told him to use so he wouldn't look like a glowstick under the stage lights. There weren't many of them, but they were very bright, and hot, and close to his face. And he'd rather suffer the indignity of putting on a woman's make up than the horror of looking like a nervous kid up there on stage in front of a bunch of people, some hot girls, and, hopefully, a scout or two.


He never felt nervous walking onto the little stage, barely more than a platform really, because only when he was isolated in the warm, amber lights did he really feel like he was a part of something larger than himself. It wasn't the music in his ears; it was the thrum in his chest. The beat of his heart and the pulse of his soul. It was his rare gift, the power to take all the loss and loneliness of his youth and convert it into song. The words and melodies seemed to bubble up from a spring in his soul. And it wasn't just the pain. Since his adoptive father had taken him and the other children in, Myles had known so much joy and love that he felt he would burst if he did not share that, too.


So, under the blazing light of a few PAR cans, Myles poured out every heartache, the good and the bad, into the microphone. He sang about his life and his dreams, and for a little while, he felt only himself and the thread of his life in the fabric of the universe.


When he finished, he bowed a few times to the applause and hurried off stage for a much-needed glass of cold water. Once he was back in the little closet that passed for a dressing room, he mopped at his face with a tan-stained rag, wiping off the sticky mess of sweat and translucent powder. This was his dream. He was living it right now. He might not be good enough yet for anything but these amateur gigs, but maybe if he got some lessons or a degree, he could land some better venues. For now, though, this was the life.

Credits

Human art: Lineart by xxMadxHatterxx colored by me. Pet overlay: Lineart by SoraNoRyu, colored by me. Story written by hyperion. Pixel art by ren. Royalty free music from Bensound.