Soldier-Citizens

Hayato paced back an forth between the trees in the forest. He was wearing his traditional attire, black shirt, jeans, yellow sneakers, and yellow-orange vest. He looked sincerely troubled. If people had watched TV in the last few months they would have been aware of the former top boxer's rise to Idol status. It all had to do with his televised growth a few months prior. During his battle with his inner demons he found his true power, and because it was during a televised event many in the city were aware of this. The event in question was an Ice Skating competition, much like those reality TV shows were stars battle it out to see who is the best. Oddly enough his new found powers related fairly well to the event, and actually proved very useful for a performer.

His troubles were related to a performance he was having in the park. This was a great place for such performances. It had wide open spaces where people could gather and see the show, it had a central location, and damage could be minimized if things where wrong. The person he was performing with had suddenly canceled. Todays performance had been scheduled as a pseudo-battle set to music. How was he supposed to do that by himself, he was good but not that good!

He paced around as he said to himself "The area is set and people will start gathering soon. If I cant find someone else to do the show with me I dont know what I will do!" He the held his head as he groaned and fell on his knees. "If there is a God out there! Please! Send me a sign! Or more specifically someone!" He yelled out.

Hayato got up from the ground as he heard a man's voice around him. It didnt seem like other people could hear it. Was it really God! Did he finally intercede when Hayato needed it!?! Upon further inspection he realized it was just someone manipulated sound around him. Darn it, no divine intervention this time! Then again who would really qualify as a god these days where spirits and other beings abound to the knowledge of the global population.

Hayato looked around through the wooded area of the cordoned off section of the forest. On the other side, near the main stage he saw the golden haired boy that he assumed spoke to him. He ran over to the main stage and grabbed the microphone that was there. He turned it on, the classic feedback noise buzzing as he pointed at the golden haired boy.

"You there! Small teen with golden hair! Why are you just skulking around the stage! If you want to join so bad why dont you just get up here and join me for the main attraction!" The loud speakers blasted the announcement through the park. Slowly more and more people started to congregate around the cordoned off area, where they could safely watch the show. People started to mumble to each other, they werent sure if this was part of the show or not. Whether the show had begins.

They circled around the golden haired boy, taking pictures and videos to see and capture how he would react to being called out by Hayato. He was kind to his fans but he had never called someone out like this. They started to cheer the boy to get on the stage.

"Come on get up here! Or are you chicken!" Hayato said this only because the boy himself told him to do this, he dint feel too good about it though, it wasnt his style to call someone something like that. But if it was what would get the show on the road he would do it!