The sound of Liszt's La Campanella reverberated in the large and lavishly decorated hotel room, drowning every other sound with the intensity of it. They always asked for the grand piano to be available in every hotel room that they were given, as the man could not quit playing even when he was on tour. 

The man who played it was wearing a headphone with Lang Lang's own La Campanella played, and he tried to match the speed and the intensity of it, concentrating so hard with his brows furrowed deeply. He was trained to play classically since he was young; piano, violin, saxophone, and yet when he chose his profession, his family was disappointed in him, because it did not reflect on his ancestry, his lineage, his blood, his position in the society, and so on and so on. But he gave them all his middle finger and forged ahead as he pleased.

When the piece was finished, in around five minutes mark, he took off the headphones and threw himself on the couch, muttering something that sounded like a muffled curses, that he made a couple mistakes and to fuck off with it.

"Are you done?" Shen Qingqiu, his manager and best friend, gave him a bottle of water which Wei Wuxian drank in big gulps.

"Maybe?"

"You only have a couple of hours left before you have to go on stage." Shen Qingqiu sniffed the air around Wei Wuxian and made a gagged face. "It's advisable to shower first before you leave, and did you really play La Campanella for the last three hours?"

"No, I played Let It Go and Hakuna Matata and every Disney ensemble I could remember while singing along to them out loud." Wei Wuxian grinned as he took off his pants. He didn't wear any top in the first place.

"That explained the non stop complaints from the neighbor one floor down. They said there's a maniac playing Disney songs while singing on top of their lungs in this overpriced, five star hotel. The hotel manager has managed to find me, but I told them that you need to practice before your concert." Shen Qingqiu sighed but he knew that this was some kind of ritual for Wei Wuxian, his charge and his best friend. He loved him, but he sometimes felt so exasperated with his eccentric attitude. There's a method to his madness, he said, and Shen Qingqiu believed him since it gave birth to some of the most iconic songs the people had ever heard.

"I'll raise your salary." Wei Wuxian grinned again as he walked, naked, to the bathroom and took shower while Shen Qingqiu sighed and prepared his clothes for him. The complexity of this man more often than not baffled him to the point that he didn't even question him. The best course was to let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept to the schedule and ate and slept well. His job was to make sure of it.

"I'm going to need three times my salary now if I have to keep looking at your dangling cock all the time!!!" Shen Qingqiu yelled at Wei Wuxian, then he mumbled under his breath, "perverted exhibionist bastard…"

Despite how he acted though, Shen Qingqiu loved Wei Wuxian dearly, and he knew all the struggles he had been facing up until this day. And it ain't a walk in the park.

He took the discarded clothes on the floor and called the driver to get the van ready. Then he called Luo Binghe, the Head of Security to let him know that they would be down soon, and to do crowd control.

The Dome was in full capacity of twenty five thousand people, and the sound of their talking was like a low hum in Wei Wuxian's ears. Not that he noticed it though, since he was humming Let It Go under his breath while the make-up artist dolled him up.

"Your skin is incredibly smooth and soft, like a baby's butt, Mr. Wei." Mianmian the make-up artist praised the condition of Wei Wuxian's incredible skin. "What's your secret?"

Wei Wuxian chuckled as he played the game on his phone. He was addicted to that one open-world action RPG game which was a rage nowadays within the youngsters and adults alike. He spent so many coins to buy the skins and the equipment and to play the gacha to obtain the player that he wanted.

"You can send me some Mora before I answer that question." He winked at Mianmian. Wei Wuxian was a very sociable man, who flirted at anyone that moved, male or female. At least that's what Shen Qingqiu told him, and he didn't deny it, although deep inside only he knew what was exactly on his mind.

Mianmian giggled and continued to put make-up on Wei Wuxian's face, when Shen Qingqiu entered.

"Fifteen minutes to go." He walked to the make-up table. "Wow, you look like a rockstar." He gave Wei Wuxian a thorough once over and nodded in agreement. "Good work, Mianmian."

"But I am a rockstar." Wei Wuxian grinned and he stood up. He wore a black tank top with black ripped jeans and black boots. Both of his arms were full of black and white mechanical tattoos, and his short hair was in a mess. Shen Qingqiu gave him the earpieces that were shaped like skulls, a custom made by Alexander McQueen who gifted them to Wei Wuxian personally since he was a fan.

"Everything is ready, boss." The stage manager entered the room and called for Wei Wuxian, who gave his phone to Shen Qingqiu and walked out of the door to the ear-splitting scream from the people outside who called his name repeatedly. They were impatient to see their idol perform their favourite songs, so Wei Wuxian walked to the direction of the dark stage.

"Good. Now, let's get ready to rumble."