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Artists, Musicians and Dreamers - Choso Kamo AU Word Count: 6.6K Content Warnings: Death Masterlist for Eras AU

You hear the rhythmic creak and clatter of the wooden floor beneath your roller skates as you glide through the old gymnasium. The place, lit by a kaleidoscope of dim, multicoloured lights, feels like a relic from another time—an '80s dreamscape preserved in amber.

The soft hum of a cassette player filters through the air, blending with the faint echo of skates on wood and the murmur of distant conversations. You're in your element here, the smooth glide of your wheels a soothing rhythm beneath your feet.

Choso Kamo, your boyfriend, stands out in this vibrant, chaotic tableau. His tall, imposing figure is a striking contrast to the bright, glittering environment. His style is an eclectic mix of grunge and punk, a testament to his love for the underground music scene.

Dark, ripped jeans hang low on his hips, and his band t-shirt, worn and faded, clings to his lean frame. His long, jet-black hair falls in messy waves around his face, partially obscuring the intensity in his eyes. He's the epitome of '80s grunge—raw, rebellious, and unapologetically authentic.

"Ready to dive into my world?" he asks, his voice a low, comforting rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He extends a hand, his fingers adorned with silver rings that catch the dim light, and you take it without hesitation. There's a sense of anticipation thrumming between you, an electric charge that speaks of new experiences and shared passions.

You follow him out of the gym, your skates transitioning from the smooth wood to the rough concrete of the alley outside. The night air is cool against your skin, a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. Choso's grip on your hand is firm and reassuring as he leads you through the labyrinthine streets of the city, each turn bringing you closer to his world.

The destination is a nondescript building, its façade a patchwork of graffiti and posters advertising long-past concerts. The heavy, industrial door creaks open, and you're greeted by the thumping bass of live music and the smell of cigarette smoke and spilt beer. It's a dive bar, but to Choso, it's home—a sanctuary for those who thrive on the fringes of society.

Inside, the atmosphere is a heady mix of chaos and camaraderie. The crowd is a blend of punk rockers, metalheads, and grunge enthusiasts, each one dressed in their version of rebellion. Leather jackets, studded belts, band tees, and combat boots dominate the scene. The air is thick with the energy of a hundred different conversations, punctuated by the occasional shout or burst of laughter.

Choso navigates the crowd with ease, his presence commanding respect and recognition. People greet him with nods and fist bumps, acknowledging him as one of their own. You stay close, your skates an unusual but intriguing element in this gritty landscape.

He leads you to the bar, where the bartender—a burly man with a Mohawk and a nose ring—grins at Choso. "The usual?" he asks, already reaching for a bottle of Choso's favourite beer.

"Yeah, and something for my partner here," Choso replies, his eyes flicking to you with a soft smile.

The bartender nods, pouring you a drink that matches the mood of the place—strong, bold, and slightly intoxicating. You take a sip, the unfamiliar taste tingling on your tongue, and glance around. The stage at the far end of the room is occupied by a band mid-performance, their music a gritty blend of distorted guitars and raw vocals. The crowd is immersed, bodies moving in time with the beat, some lost in the music, others in each other.

Choso's hand finds the small of your back, grounding you in the moment. "What do you think?" he asks, his voice close to your ear to be heard over the music.

"It's intense," you admit, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But I like it."

He chuckles, the sound a low rumble that vibrates through you. "Good. There's nothing like it, is there? The energy, the freedom. It's like the music gets into your soul and shakes things loose."

You nod, feeling the truth of his words. The music here isn't just sound—it's a force, a living entity that pulses through the room and binds everyone together. It's raw and unfiltered, a reflection of the people who create and consume it.

As the night progresses, you find yourself drawn deeper into the scene. Choso introduces you to his friends, a motley crew of artists, musicians, and dreamers. Each one has a story, a reason for being here, and they welcome you with open arms. You share drinks and laughter, the initial awkwardness giving way to a sense of belonging.

At some point, Choso takes you by the hand again and leads you to the edge of the dance floor. The music is a driving force, and the crowd moves with a frenetic energy that's impossible to resist. He pulls you close, your bodies pressed together as you move in time with the beat. It's a different kind of dance than you're used to—less structured, more primal—but you find your rhythm quickly.

You lose track of time as you dance, the world outside fading away until there's nothing but the music and the feeling of Choso's body against yours. His hands are strong and steady on your hips, guiding you, grounding you. You can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt, the rapid beat of his heart matching your own.

Eventually, the band's set comes to an end, and the crowd begins to disperse, the night's energy ebbing into a more relaxed, mellow vibe. You and Choso make your way back to the bar, where he grabs another round of drinks. You find a quiet corner to sit, your bodies close, the air between you charged with shared experience.

"Thank you," you say, looking into his eyes. "For bringing me here, for sharing this with me."

He smiles, a genuine, heart-stopping smile that makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm glad you're here. I wanted you to see this part of my life, to understand what it means to me."

"I do," you reply, reaching out to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. "And I love it. I love seeing you like this, in your element."

He leans into your touch, his eyes softening. "You're amazing, you know that? You've taken everything in stride, and you fit in here like you were always meant to be."

You feel a flush of pride at his words, and you know that this night has changed something between you. It's deepened your connection, and brought you closer in a way that nothing else could. The grunge scene, with its raw energy and unfiltered expression, has become a part of your story—a chapter in the book of you and Choso.

As the night wears on, you find yourselves lingering in the bar, reluctant to let the experience end. You talk and laugh, sharing stories and dreams, the world outside forgotten. The bar, with its gritty charm and eclectic clientele, feels like a second home—a place where you can be yourselves, without judgment or pretence.

Eventually, the time comes to leave, and you lace your fingers with Choso's as you step back into the cool night air. The streets are quieter now, the frenetic energy of earlier replaced by a peaceful stillness. You skate beside him, your wheels whispering against the pavement, your heart light with the promise of new adventures.

Choso pulls you close, his arm around your shoulders as you walk. "So, when's the next time we do this?" he asks, his tone playful.

You laugh, the sound bright and carefree. "Whenever you want. I'm in."

He kisses the top of your head, a soft, tender gesture that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. "Good. Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

A few days later, you and Choso find yourselves back at the old gymnasium, the familiar creak of the wooden floor and the kaleidoscope of dim, multicoloured lights creating a nostalgic ambience. The place feels like a comforting cocoon, a timeless bubble where the outside world fades away.

Choso, dressed in his usual grunge attire—this time with an added touch of uncertainty—looks around, taking in the environment. His confidence from the dive bar seems a bit shaky here, but there's a spark of determination in his eyes.

"You sure about this?" he asks, glancing down at the rented roller skates on his feet, the laces slightly askew.

You smile, adjusting your own skates with ease. "Absolutely. Trust me, it's going to be fun. And besides, you already look great," you tease, knowing his edgy style stands out even more against the retro backdrop.

He snorts, shaking his head with a grin. "If you say so."

Taking his hand, you lead him to the rink. The smooth, polished wood beneath your wheels feels like an old friend, and you glide effortlessly, while Choso stumbles slightly, trying to find his balance.

"Okay, first things first," you say, turning to face him. "Bend your knees a bit and keep your feet shoulder-width apart. It'll help with balance."

He nods, following your instructions, though the expression on his face is a mix of concentration and trepidation. You can't help but giggle a little, finding his determination endearing.

"Now, I'm going to skate backwards and hold your hands," you explain, taking his hands in yours. "Just follow my lead and trust me."

He tightens his grip on your hands, his fingers still adorned with those silver rings that catch the dim light. "Alright, lead the way, coach."

You start to move backwards, your movements smooth and fluid, guiding Choso gently. He takes tentative steps, his skates clattering awkwardly against the floor. Despite his best efforts, his balance wavers, and he stumbles, nearly taking you down with him.

"Whoa, easy there!" you laugh, steadying him. "You're doing great. Just keep your eyes on me and try to relax."

He exhales, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face. "This is harder than it looks."

You grin, your eyes sparkling. "You'll get the hang of it. Just take it slow."

You continue to guide him, his steps gradually becoming more confident, though still far from graceful. Every now and then, he loses his balance, and you both burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty gymnasium.

At one point, Choso misjudges his footing and falls backwards, landing on his butt with a thud. You can't help but double over in laughter, the sight of your usually composed boyfriend sprawled on the floor too funny to resist.

"Okay, okay," he groans, rubbing his backside. "I think the rink might have won this round."

You skate over to him, extending a hand to help him up. "Come on, tough guy. Let's try again."

He takes your hand, a rueful smile on his lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," you admit, pulling him to his feet. "But only because you're doing so well."

"Right," he says, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "Well, lead on, coach."

You resume your backward skating, holding his hands and guiding him. Despite the falls and the stumbles, Choso's determination doesn't waver, and you can't help but admire his persistence. Gradually, he starts to find his rhythm, his movements becoming more fluid, though still far from perfect.

After a while, you pause, letting go of his hands. "Alright, let's see if you can do it on your own for a bit."

He takes a deep breath, nodding. "Here goes nothing."

He takes a few tentative steps, wobbling but managing to stay upright. You watch with a mixture of pride and amusement as he makes his way around the rink, his movements clumsy but steadily improving. When he completes a full lap without falling, you cheer, clapping your hands.

"See? I knew you could do it!"

He skates over to you, a triumphant grin on his face. "Well, I had a pretty great teacher."

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "And you make a pretty great student."

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for this. It's been fun, even if I'm terrible at it."

"You'll get better," you assure him, feeling a warm flush of happiness. "And until then, I'll be here to catch you when you fall."

He pulls you close, his eyes filled with affection. "Sounds like a pretty good deal to me."

The months fly by after that unforgettable night at the dive bar, each one drawing you and Choso closer together and deeper into his world. You attend more of his underground gigs, supporting him and his band as they carve out a niche for themselves in the local music scene.

Choso's presence on stage is magnetic, his raw energy and emotion captivating audiences. You watch with pride as he pours his heart into every performance, his music a powerful force that resonates with everyone who hears it.

Choso, Ethan, Jake, and Sara become more than just a band—they're a family. The camaraderie between them is palpable, and you feel privileged to be part of their journey. You're there for every milestone, from their first EP release to their first sold-out show.

The band, now called "Reverie in Ruin," gains traction quickly, their gritty, authentic sound striking a chord with fans. Choso's talent as a frontman is undeniable, his voice a blend of gravel and silk that carries the weight of his lyrics.

You see the way people look at him, the admiration and awe in their eyes, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride. This is your Choso, the man who stumbled around a roller rink with you, now commanding the stage like he was born to do it.

The night of their first EP release is electric. The small venue is packed, the air buzzing with anticipation. You stand at the side of the stage, watching as the band prepares to go on. Choso catches your eye, and despite the nerves that you know must be coursing through him, he gives you a reassuring smile.

"We've got this," he says, his voice steady. "Thanks for always believing in us."

"Always," you reply, squeezing his hand. "Go out there and show them what Reverie in Ruin is all about."

The lights dim, and the crowd erupts in cheers as the band takes the stage. From the first note, it's clear that this night is something special. Choso's voice cuts through the noise, raw and powerful, drawing the audience in. You watch as he loses himself in the music, his passion radiating from every pore.

After the show, the band gathers backstage, adrenaline still pumping. There's a sense of euphoria in the air, a recognition that they've just achieved something incredible.

"We did it," Ethan says, his face flushed with excitement. "Our first EP is out there."

"And people loved it," Sara adds, her eyes shining. "Did you see the crowd? They were with us every step of the way."

Choso turns to you, his eyes softening. "Thank you for being here. For always being here."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

Their first sold-out show is a turning point. The venue is larger, the stakes higher. The band has worked tirelessly, and it shows in their polished performance. The crowd is a sea of faces, all there for Reverie in Ruin. You can feel the energy, the anticipation, and the overwhelming support for the band.

Backstage, Choso is a mix of nerves and excitement. You help him adjust his stage outfit, his hands trembling slightly.

"Hey," you say, taking his hands in yours. "You've got this. You've always had this."

He looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. "I know. And knowing you're out there, it makes it easier."

The show is a triumph. The band is in perfect sync, each member feeding off the energy of the others. Choso's voice soars, his presence commanding. The crowd is mesmerized, hanging on every note, every word. As you watch from the wings, you feel a sense of pride that's almost overwhelming. This is your Choso, your band, and they're conquering the world.

After the show, the band is surrounded by well-wishers, friends, and fans. The excitement is palpable, the joy infectious. Choso finds you in the crowd, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"We did it," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "We really did it."

"No you did it," You say with a smile.

Despite his growing fame, Choso remains grounded. He never loses sight of what's important, always making time for you amidst the chaos. Your bond only strengthens as you navigate this new chapter together. You become his anchor, the steady presence that keeps him balanced as he rides the waves of success.

One evening, after a long day of rehearsals, you find yourselves back at the roller rink. The familiar creak of the wooden floor and the kaleidoscope of dim, multicoloured lights create a nostalgic ambience. It's a rare moment of peace, a chance to reconnect with the simplicity that first brought you together.

"Remember when I could barely stay upright on these things?" Choso says, lacing up his skates.

You laugh, tightening your own laces. "I do. You've come a long way since then."

He stands, a bit wobbly at first, but soon finds his balance. You take his hand, leading him onto the rink. The music is a soft hum in the background, the lights casting gentle shadows as you glide together.

"These moments," he says, his voice soft. "They keep me grounded. They remind me of what's real, what's important."

You smile, squeezing his hand. "And I'll always be here to remind you. No matter how big Reverie in Ruin gets, no matter where this journey takes us."

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never find out," You giggle, leaning against him.

The band's success continues to grow, each achievement bringing you closer together. Through every high and low, you and Choso remain a team, facing the challenges of fame with unwavering support for each other.

The dive bars and roller rinks are replaced by larger venues and bigger stages, but the essence of what brought you together remains unchanged. The love you share and the passion for your respective crafts keep you grounded, no matter how high the fame climbs.

One night, after a particularly intense show, the energy of the crowd still buzzing in Choso's veins, you find yourselves alone in a quiet backstage room. The noise of the audience fades, leaving just the two of you in a moment of rare solitude. The room is dimly lit, the glow of the city outside casting soft shadows across the walls.

Choso leans against a worn sofa, his hair damp with sweat, his breathing still heavy from the performance. You sit beside him, your hand finding his, fingers intertwining.

"Do you ever get scared?" Choso asks, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a vulnerability he seldom shows. "That this could all go away?"

You turn to look at him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, the weight of his fears laid bare. You squeeze his hand, offering silent reassurance before speaking. "Sometimes," you admit softly. "But then I remember that it's not just about the fame or the success. It's about your music, the passion, and the love we have for each other. As long as we have that, we'll be okay."

He nods, his eyes searching yours for comfort. "You're right. It's just... it's hard sometimes. The pressure, the expectations. It feels like we're always one mistake away from losing everything."

You brush a strand of hair from his face, your touch gentle. "I know it's scary. But look at what we've accomplished together. Every step of the way, we've faced challenges and come out stronger. We have each other, and that's what matters most."

Choso pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you, his breath warm against your neck. "You're my rock," he murmurs. "Without you, I don't think I could do this."

You smile, feeling the love in his embrace. "And you're mine. We balance each other, Choso. We make each other better."

He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Promise me something?"

"Anything," you reply, your heart full.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always support each other. That we'll never let the world tear us apart."

You lean in, your forehead resting against his. "I promise. No matter what happens, we'll always stand by each other."

He smiles, a genuine, heartfelt smile that lights up his face. "Thank you. That means everything to me."

You kiss him softly, your lips lingering on his. "I love you, Choso. And I believe in you. In us."

He sighs, contentment washing over him. "I love you too. More than words can say. Not even death could part us right?"

A shiver runs down your spine at the intensity of his words, but you hold his gaze, unwavering. "Right," you whisper, your voice steady. "Not even death could part us."

Touring is a whirlwind of new experiences. The band travels from city to city, their fanbase expanding with every performance. You join them on the road whenever you can. The other band members have come to see you as part of the team, your unwavering support and positive energy are a crucial element of their success.

You and Choso share late-night conversations on the tour bus, talking about everything from music to your dreams for the future. There are times when the exhaustion catches up with him, and you find yourself holding him close, reassuring him that he's not alone in this journey.

One night, after an especially electric performance, the adrenaline still buzzing in the air, Choso pulls you aside backstage. The distant roar of the crowd lingers, a reminder of the magic just created on stage. His eyes are bright with excitement, but there's also a hint of vulnerability there, a raw openness that makes your heart ache with love.

"I've been thinking," he says, his voice low and serious, cutting through the muffled chaos around you. "About the future. About us."

You take his hand, squeezing it gently. "What about it?" you ask, your voice soft and encouraging.

He takes a deep breath, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, a nervous habit you've come to recognize. "I want you by my side, always. This life, this crazy, chaotic life, it's nothing without you. I want us to be together, no matter what."

Your heart swells at his words, tears springing to your eyes. "I want that too, Choso. More than anything."

He smiles, relief and happiness washing over his features, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Good. Because I can't imagine doing this without you."

You step closer, your hands cupping his face, the warmth of his skin grounding you in the moment. "We'll figure it out together," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "Whatever comes our way, we'll face it as a team."

Choso wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I love you," he murmurs against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't think I say it enough, but I do. So much."

You cling to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your chest. "I love you too, Choso. More than words can say."

The world around you fades away as you stand there, wrapped in each other's arms. The sounds of the crew packing up, the distant chatter of fans, all become background noise to the intensity of the moment.

"Promise me something," Choso says, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Promise me that no matter how crazy things get, we'll always find our way back to each other."

You nod, your heart full. "I promise. No matter what happens, we'll always have each other."

He smiles, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "That's all I need to hear."

The rest of the night is a blur of celebrations and shared glances, each one filled with the promise of a future together. As the band members toast to another successful show, you and Choso exchange a knowing look, a silent affirmation of the vows you just made.

Later, as you lie in the small bunk on the tour bus, tangled together in the quiet darkness, Choso's fingers trace lazy patterns on your back.

"I can't wait to see where this journey takes us," he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble in the night.

"Me too," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest. "As long as we're together, I know it'll be amazing."

Reverie in Ruin reaches new heights, their debut album breaking into the mainstream and receiving critical acclaim. Choso's face starts appearing on magazine covers, his name becoming synonymous with the revival of grunge. Despite the fame, he remains humble, always crediting his bandmates and you for his success. You gain your own fame as his Rollerblade Princess, becoming a model and actress known for your grace and talent.

One evening, as you watch the band prepare for another sold-out show, Choso pulls you into a quiet corner of the dressing room. His eyes are intense, filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"There's something I need to ask you," he says, his voice trembling slightly.

You look at him, your heart pounding. "What is it?"

He takes a deep breath, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, velvet box. Your breath catches in your throat as he opens it, revealing a simple but beautiful ring. The delicate band sparkles in the dim light, a perfect symbol of your love.

"I know things are crazy right now," he begins, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. "But I love you more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

Tears stream down your face as you nod, barely able to speak. "Yes, Choso. Yes, I will."

He slips the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking slightly. The room erupts in cheers as Choso's bandmates realize what's happening, their congratulations a blur as you and Choso share a kiss, sealing your promise to each other. His lips are warm and familiar, a perfect match to the overwhelming joy you feel.

Later that night, after the adrenaline of the show and the excitement of your engagement have begun to settle, you find yourselves alone on the tour bus. The city lights flicker outside the window, casting a soft glow over Choso's features.

"I can't believe this is real," you say, looking down at the ring on your finger. "We're really getting married."

Choso wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. "Believe it, Princess. We're making our dreams come true."

The engagement brings a new sense of joy and excitement. Your relationship deepens, the bond between you and Choso becomes even stronger. You support each other through the challenges and triumphs, always finding strength in your love.

One afternoon, while relaxing in your shared apartment, you discuss your future plans. The sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Choso are nestled on the couch, a cosy blanket draped over you.

"Do you ever think about where we'll be in five, ten years?" you ask, resting your head on Choso's shoulder.

"All the time," he replies, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. "I see me still making music, and you making movies, still following our passions. Maybe even starting a family."

You smile at the thought, the warmth of his touch soothing. "I like that vision. A little chaotic, but full of love and music."

"Exactly," he says, kissing the top of your head. "And no matter what, we'll always have each other."

You lift your head to look at him, your eyes meeting his. "Do you really want to start a family someday?"

Choso nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I do. I want to create a life with you, filled with laughter and music. I want to see our children running around, maybe teaching them to play instruments or skate."

The image fills your heart with warmth. "I love that idea. I can see us having a little girl who loves to sing and a boy who can't get enough of your guitar."

Choso's eyes light up at the thought. "And we'll support them, just like we've supported each other. We'll be their biggest fans."

You lean in to kiss him, your lips meeting his in a tender moment that feels like a promise. "I'm so lucky to have you, Choso."

He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "No, I'm the lucky one. You make everything better, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

As you sit together, dreaming of the future, the love between you grows even stronger. Your journey is just beginning, and you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. The future is bright, filled with love, music, and endless possibilities.

The headlines hit like a thunderclap, echoing through the world and shattering the lives of those who knew and loved you. "Prince of Grunge and His Roller Rink Princess Dead in Tragic Car Crash." The news spreads like wildfire, a sombre note striking the hearts of fellow celebrities, fans, and friends alike.

The night of the crash is supposed to be a celebration. The band has just signed a major record deal, a milestone that promises to take them to even greater heights. The party is lively, filled with music, laughter, and the intoxicating promise of a bright future. You and Choso, hand in hand, are the center of it all, your love story a beacon of hope in the often tumultuous world of rock and roll.

As the night winds down, the energy starts to fade, and you decide to leave the party early, craving a quiet moment away from the chaos.

"Let's get out of here," you whisper into Choso's ear, a smile playing on your lips.

Choso nods, squeezing your hand. "Yeah, let's go somewhere just for us."

He insists on driving, despite the late hour and the fatigue that's etched into both your bones. You don't protest; there's something reassuring about the familiar hum of the road and the presence of the man you love beside you.

The drive is peaceful at first, the city lights blurring into a comforting haze. You talk about the future, about the music you'll create and the adventures you'll share. Choso's hand is warm in yours, his voice a soothing melody that lulls you into a sense of security.

"I can't wait to record the new songs," Choso says, glancing over at you with a smile. "We're going to blow everyone away."

You smile back, your heart swelling with love and pride. "And I can't wait to see you on stage again. You're incredible, you know that?"

He chuckles, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. "Only because you believe in me."

But in an instant, everything changes. A flash of headlights, the screech of tires, and the sickening crunch of metal against metal. The world spins out of control, your screams lost in the cacophony of the crash.

"Choso!" you scream, your voice filled with terror.

"Hold on!" he shouts back, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with strain.

The impact is brutal. The car jolts violently, metal crumpling like paper. Your head snaps forward, the seatbelt cutting painfully into your shoulder. The air is filled with the sound of shattering glass and the agonizing groan of twisting metal. You reach out for Choso, your fingers just brushing his before the world goes dark.

When the chaos finally stills, the silence is deafening. You feel Choso's hand slip from yours, a cold dread settling over you like a shroud. The wreckage around you is a twisted mess of steel and shattered glass, a stark contrast to the vibrant life you once shared.

"Choso," you whisper, your voice weak and trembling. "Choso, please..."

There's no response. Panic grips you, your chest tightening as you struggle to move. Pain radiates through your body, every breath a battle. Your vision swims with tears, blurring the grim reality before you.

"Choso," you plead again, your voice breaking, tears streaming down your face. "Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me."

You reach out, your fingers trembling as they find his hand. It's cold, unmoving. The realization hits you like a punch to the gut, the world around you blurring into a haze of pain and despair. Choso's lifeless form is slumped against the seat, his eyes closed, his breathing nonexistent.

Sirens wail in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. The red and blue lights cut through the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the wreckage. Paramedics and firefighters swarm the scene, their movements urgent and precise.

"Stay with us," a paramedic says, his voice distant as you fade in and out of consciousness. "We're here to help."

The paramedics work frantically, cutting through the mangled metal to reach you and Choso. You feel hands on you, gentle but firm, checking for injuries, applying pressure to your wounds. The pain is overwhelming, and darkness edges your vision.

"She's fading! Get the defibrillator!" one of the paramedics shouts, his voice urgent.

You hear the frantic beeping of medical equipment, the clatter of tools, and the hushed urgency of the rescuers. Your body feels heavy, each breath a struggle. Blood stains the inside of the oxygen mask covering your mouth and nose as you cough, the metallic taste filling your mouth.

"Clear!" someone yells, and you feel a jolt of electricity surge through your body.

Your vision blurs further, the sounds around you becoming more distant. The pain is a constant, throbbing presence, but it's fading, too. Your fingers, still entwined with Choso's, feel numb.

The paramedics' faces are strained with determination and fear. They work tirelessly, but the hope in their eyes dims as your vital signs weaken. The darkness closes in, and you feel the life slipping away, leaving behind the echoes of what once was.

As your eyes close for the final time, the last thing you hear is the muffled, desperate call for a second shock.

In the days and weeks that follow, your story becomes a legend. The "Prince of Grunge" and his "Roller Rink Princess" are immortalized in the hearts of those who loved Choso's music, your acting prowess, the love between the two of you, and your unwavering spirits. The crash that took both of your lives becomes a tragic symbol of the fleeting nature of fame and the enduring power of love.

The band, though devastated, decides to continue in your honour. Their performances become tributes, filled with the raw emotion and dedication that characterized their early days. They vow to keep your memory alive, dedicating every show to you and Choso.

A tribute concert is held, drawing thousands of fans and fellow musicians who come together to celebrate your lives and the impact you had on the world. The stage is adorned with images of you and Choso, your love story a beacon of hope and resilience. As Choso's songs about you play through the stadium, videos of your happiest moments together are projected on a large screen.

As the concert begins, the band takes the stage, a solemn but determined look in their eyes. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause, a wave of sound that speaks to the love and admiration they hold for you both.

Each song is a journey through your life together. As the haunting notes of "They Write Songs About Girls Like You" fill the air, images of your early days—meeting at the roller rink, late-night drives, and intimate moments—flash across the screen. Fans sing along, their voices blending with the music in a beautiful, poignant tribute.

When "Roller Rink Royalty" plays, the atmosphere shifts to one of celebration. The screen shows clips of you and Choso skating together, laughing, and sharing stolen kisses. The energy in the stadium is electric, a testament to the joy and love you brought into each other's lives.

As the final notes of "Not Even Death Could Part Us" fade into the night, the crowd stands in silent tribute, candles flickering in the darkness as they show a video that had been filmed of you and Choso merely hours before the crash. The band members, joined by fellow musicians, form a line at the front of the stage, holding hands and bowing their heads in respect.

Your legacy lives on in the hearts and minds of those who carry your story forward. The music continues to inspire, offering comfort and hope to those who listen. Your love story becomes a symbol of resilience and the enduring power of love, proving that even in the face of tragedy, beauty and connection can prevail.

In the end, your story is one of love, passion, and an unbreakable bond that defied the odds. Though your lives were cut tragically short, the impact you had on each other and the world around you is immeasurable. The "Prince of Grunge" and his "Rollerblade Princess" may be gone, but your spirits live on in the music, the memories, and the hearts of those who will never forget the beautiful, chaotic, and unforgettable journey you shared.

Your story reminds everyone that love and music have the power to transcend even the greatest of tragedies, leaving a lasting legacy that will be remembered and cherished for generations to come.

In the following days, fans from all over the world gather at makeshift memorials, leaving flowers, candles, and handwritten notes. Social media is flooded with tributes, photos, and memories of you and Choso. Your love story becomes a symbol of hope and inspiration, a testament to the enduring power of love and the fleeting nature of life.

The band channels their grief into their music, pouring their hearts and souls into every performance. Each concert becomes a cathartic release, a way to honor your memory and keep your spirit alive. Fans, old and new, come together in solidarity, finding comfort and strength in the music that once brought you and Choso so much joy.

In the months that follow, a documentary is released, chronicling your journey from the early days of the band to the night of the crash. It captures the highs and lows, the love and laughter, the passion and pain. The film becomes an instant classic, a poignant reminder of the beautiful, chaotic, and unforgettable lives you led.

A foundation is established in your names, dedicated to supporting aspiring musicians and actors. Scholarships are awarded, and mentorship programs are created, ensuring that your legacy of creativity and passion lives on in future generations. The foundation's annual gala becomes a star-studded event, a celebration of your lives and the impact you had on the world.

In the years to come, your story continues to resonate with people from all walks of life. Your love, your music, and your unwavering spirits serve as a reminder that even in the face of tragedy, there is beauty and hope. Your legacy lives on in the hearts and minds of those who carry your story forward, proving that love and music have the power to transcend even the greatest of tragedies.

The "Prince of Grunge" and his "Roller Rink Princess" may be gone, but your spirits live on in the music, the memories, and the hearts of those who will never forget the beautiful, chaotic, and unforgettable journey you shared. Your story becomes a legend, a timeless tale of love, passion, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

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