[ one on one—consulting_angel & dual suns. ]

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a one on one between consulting_angel & dual suns. no posting unless you are either of us—thank you!

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underneath the mask and his chosen career as the electronic
dance music, or edm, dj known as nightshade, is maxwell jos
eph monteverde (but, don’t call him maxwell, unless he kno
ws you personally), studying music at wayland university. terr
ified of feeling anything for anyone, max has an extremely di
fficult time keeping his sexuality a secret, especially from his
parents, though he ends up falling for people anyways—even i
f they aren’t his soulmate. his soulmate’s tattoo is a lightning
bolt on his forearm, and though he has hope he’ll find them, h
e’s almost certain they won’t want him even if he does.xxxxxxxx

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max monteverde, more well known as nightshade . twenty-five . closeted homosexual/romantic .
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[Consulting_Angel]

Full Name: Vitali Tarasovych Kovalchuk. (Vee-tah-lee Taras-o-vich Ko-val-chuck).
Nickname: Vitali.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Bisexual (out).
Appearance: Vitali has short, black hair that is longer on top, and tends to look somewhat messy - especially after performing. His eyes are heterochromatic, with one eye being dark brown, and the other an intense light blue that either creeps out or mystifies others. He stands at 6'1'', and he has an athletic build. He also has a soulmate mark of a unique lightning bolt, on the left side of his stomach, just underneath his ribs.

Personality: Cool, calm and collected, Vitali is the kind of person that you'd never see stressing out while under pressure - certainly not outwardly, anyway. All of his coursework is submitted at least a week early, and he emits a don't-care attitude towards mostly anything that he's not passionate about. Is it a front for something he's trying to hide? Sort of. While most of it is genuine, there is a part of him that is insecure and about to reach breaking point - but he's hiding it because he's not about to be seen by anyone else as 'weak'. Towards most people, he's pretty friendly and good to be around. However, if he decides that he dislikes you - which is, really, mostly based off his first impression of you - then he will be notably colder towards you and sarcastic.

Short Bio: Born in the Ukraine, Vitali grew up in his home country for 15 years before his family moved to the USA because of a job opportunity for his father. From the locals, he received quite the mixed response, especially because of his wildly unusual eyes and the fact that he was not fluent English. Still, that didn't put him off, and he shortly discovered his love for music. He started playing electric guitar and singing - also finding out his large vocal range and talent. He also started learning to play harp and cello. By the age of 18, he was already putting out covers on YouTube, and writing his own songs.
Currently, he studies music at Wayland University, and his style is mostly alternative rock, though he likes to explore other genres and styles so he can showcase his versatility. He came out as bisexual within his first year at the university, making it quite clear that he doesn't care about what other people think of it. He is fluent in Ukrainian and Russian. He's not quite fluent in English, but he's decent with it. He is allergic to seafood, and has a fear of dogs.

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Vitali Kovalchuk
"Don't forget - my office hours are every Monday and Thursday, from 3 to 5 pm, and next week we'll start to look at EDM, so see you all then!"
Vitali stood up after the professor of the class dismissed everyone, packing his notebook away and then lifting his bag over a shoulder. The class had been about some kind of music theory and history for a genre that he really didn't care all that much about - jazz - so he had only really been paying a little bit of attention and taking down the necessary notes. He wasn't even really looking forward to the next two or three weeks either, because EDM wasn't really his type either - but, he supposed, at least he tolerated it better than jazz and blues.
As he left the class and walked through the building, intending on leaving so he could make his way over to his assigned manager's office - apparently there was a fantastic opportunity that his manager already signed him on for, without asking, simply because it couldn't be missed, and he would be told about it today. However, Vitali caught sight of a small crowd of people forming - some of these people being from the class he just had. Curious, he walked over, to see a couple of students in the centre of the crowd, proudly showing off their matching soulmate marks. It was not unusual for this to happen, and Vitali just smiled warmly towards the couple, congratulating them. However, there was a part of him that was envious of the two - he would love to be one of the people getting attention because he found his soulmate. Oh well. He still had plenty of time...

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xxxxxxmax was waiting patiently for the music period to end, his pencil making little patterns on the corner of his paper as the moments ticked by. at the mention of electronic dance music—or, edm, which just so happened to be max’s career path—he visibly straightened, a burst of excitement contained in his chest. more well known as the electronic dance music dj nightshade, max lives two lives—one as nightshade, the other as max, a college student. the best part about his career? no one knew the face underneath the helmet. he was able to live a regular life outside his career, without being stalked by pestering fans or paparazzi, unless he wore his concert gear and helmet in public. he stood at the ring of the bell, shifting his things back into his backpack and slinging it over one shoulder before putting his headphones on and playing one of his favorite spotify playlists. humming underneath his breath he followed his classmates from the room, just glancing at the pair of soulmates who had just found each other before looking away.

xxxxxxthe thing was, max had hope, but he didn’t have much of it. everyone was born with the mark identical to their soulmates—his, a lightning bolt on the skin of his forearm. he had one, at least—but that didn’t mean his soulmate would want him. he’d heard many stories of people whom had been rejected by their soulmates, and lived the rest of their lives alone in solitude. shaking his thoughts away he moved through the crowds of students like him. reaching his locker, he exchanged the books he no longer needed for the ones he needed for geometry before making his way to professor red’s classroom, avoiding the gazes of everyone around him, and making sure to keep his tattoo covered to the best of his ability.

xxxxxx”hey, max. how was classes?” he barely heard the questioning voice of his manager, simon, as he slid into the sleek, glossy midnight black limousine, which had the words NIGHTSHADE and his logo printed on the sides in bold white lettering. max stopped his music, pulling off his headphones and stuffing them into his backpack before climbing into the back seat to change, simon rolling up the screen to give him privacy as he did so. ”it was fine.” max responded, pulling on his concert gear, an all black outfit of black jeans, a tee shirt with NIGHTSHADE printed across it, and an identical black leather jacket, this time with NIGHTSHADE printed across the back, the black leather gloves, and then pulling his helmet from his backpack onto his head before slipping back into the passenger’s seat after simon had rolled down the screen. they pulled out of the parking lot of the dorms, max crossing his arms over his chest, and the stares and screaming that started from the students on the sidewalk gave max a flash of satisfaction—he was more well known at wayland university than he’d originally thought.

xxxxxxwell, he realized with relief, they didn’t know who he was underneath the helmet.

xxxxxx”so, did you find your soulmate yet?” simon questions as they drive to his next concert, and the shake of his head that max gives him is enough. ”you know how i feel about that, simon.” is all max says, and simon sighs. ”well, i’ve got you a contract for one or two albums with this kid—talked to his manager, kim, earlier—she says he’s got talent. he should be coming to the concert. you’ll be meeting him afterward in the lounge.” ”cool. now, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” max says as they pull around the back, and there’s a smile on simon’s mouth as the two exit the limousine.

[Consulting_Angel]

After he left the two soulmates, Vitali finally left the building, only to be almost immediately stopped by another crowd of clamouring students. He rolled his eyes slightly, and weaved his way through the crowd. This was steadily becoming more irritating - not that he'd make it obvious, of course. He did also see the cause of the crowd - a glimpse of a limousine that evidently belonged to some DJ Nightshade, whoever that was. Perhaps there was a concert later today, which would explain its presence. "Could have picked a better place to be, though... as to not disrupt anyone who doesn't care and have places to be.' he thought, with a shake of his head, and he managed to pass the crowd into clear space. Now he just had to get to his manager's office.

Approximately twenty minutes later, Vitali arrived at the door to his manager's office - Kim. He knocked on the door, even though he knew that she didn't have anyone else in there, because she said that she had kept the time open for him to go in when he could, then he pushed it open.
"Hello, Kim," Vitali greeted her, and his manager smiled warmly towards him.
"Vitali, hi. Come and sit down, I have some fantastic news. Now, I know that I should have had your interest and approval first, but this opportunity was too good to pass up!" Kim started, evidently excited over whatever she'd signed him up for.
"What... is it?" Vitali asked, after a few moments of trying to figure out the right phrase.
"Well, you're going to be collaborating with a wonderful musician for an album - maybe two, if everything goes well! Now, I know it won't be your style, but we'll make it work, I promise. It'll be both of you, not just one or the other-"
"Who is the... person?" Vitali looked somewhat wary and concerned over what he was going to be getting into.
"Oh, right! The electronic dance musician, DJ Nightshade!" Kim looked ecstatic over this news, as if she was a huge fan of the DJ. "There's a concert tonight that I've got you into, right at the front! Then, you'll go and meet him afterwards to get familiar with each other and start discussing the album."

Vitali froze for a moment. The name was extremely familiar... ah, yes. He'd just seen the name on the side of a limousine less than an hour ago. "...Seriously..?" he asked, mostly in disbelief and uncertainty. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to do this, but... well, he didn't really have a choice now. And he would at least try to make it work.

A little while later, Vitali was sat in the back of a fancy Mustang, with Kim, on the way to the venue. It wasn't his kind of make, but it was adequate, he supposed. He didn't have that much notablility as a musician, he knew that. At least, not on campus or around the area. He did have a decent fanbase online, though, and his own shows sold extremely well.

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xxxxxxmax—wait, he’s in nightshade mode now. there’s no max. just him, the music, and the crowd—it was what he was born to do. he takes the steps up to the back of the stage two at a time due to his excitement, and he hears simon’s laughter from behind him. he pushes the door open, and takes a deep breath. his prep crew immediately swarm him, and he yelps softly with suprise but seeing their faces, the suprise wears off quickly and max’s cheeks are flushing with embarrassment underneath his helmet. ”hello, hello—elias, I need you to do a quick prep of the equipment, make sure everything is in order—cynthia, can you get me some water?” he’s speaking quickly to his crew, and simon places a hand on his shoulder, briefly, before going to talk to kathryn to make sure everything is in order with whoever it is he’s supposed to be meeting later. ”nick, are the lights in order? oh, and maddi—can you make sure there’s water and something to eat down in the lounge? i’ll be starving after the concert.” he’s relieved when they scurry off to do what he’s asked—cynthia brings him water and he thanks her before tipping his helmet up to drink it in a couple of gulps before pulling his helmet down to cover his face again.

xxxxxx”are you ready, max, you’re on in five.” simon calls to him and he nods, giving him a thumbs up before he readies himself, stretching his shoulders and shaking his hands out, and he tenses, breath catching, waiting, until kathryn gives him the signal and he bounds up the steps, jumping onto the stage. there’s screaming from the crowd and he can practically feel their energy rolling off of them, and he can’t help but grin as his fingers fly across the board, flipping switches and such. he takes a deep, calming breath, before looking out into the crowd. ”welcome, everyone, to my show!” he shouts, voice amplified from the mic underneath his helmet, and there’s a bout of cheering. he nods his head in agreement. ”are you guys ready?” there’s screaming, and he takes that as a yes. he flicks a few more switches, adjusts the volume of the song that begins the boom from the speakers in the stadium. ”the name of the first song is paralyzed.”

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By the time the car pulled up outside the venue, it sounded like the concert had already started. "Oh well. I guess we come back later." Vitali commented, not bothering to hide the fact that he didn't really want to go into the concert. Kim, however, didn't seem to be fazed by this - or Vitali's comment - and instead laughed gently.
"We're not that late. Besides, security will let you in and take you towards the front, no worries."
Giving in, Vitali nodded slightly, "Very well... this had better..." he paused, trying to find the right words, "...go good." Then he opened the car door and stepped out, with Kim following - just to make sure that he did go inside.

As Kim had said, Vitali was granted access, and a member of security took him down the side of the crowd, on the clear side of the barrier. Some members of the crowd turned for a few moments to watch, but most were too focused on the music to notice. A few that did notice him, though, seemed to recognise him, which made him feel a little conflicted. He didn't want to be taking attention, especially as he'd be at the front, in the clear view of DJ Nightshade. Sure, he wasn't really a fan of the DJ himself, but it was the DJ's concert, not Vitali's, so it wouldn't be right to take any attention away from the performing musician. Fortunately, no one approached or focused their attention to Vitali for much longer, instead more swept up in the concert and the music. That, and a couple members of security were keeping an especially close eye, to ensure nothing did happen to Vitali or the DJ.

It took him a little while to get into it - the music really wasn't his kind of thing - but he could appreciate it. And it was something good to 'dance' to, he supposed.

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xxxxxx”yeah, I feel like I’m paralyzed!“ his head tipped back, the hand holding the microphone to his lips was stuck in the air, huffs of gasping breath falling from his lips as a roar went through the crowds. once those few words had fallen from his lips, the song—and the concert—was at its end. a quick glance at his watch told him the concert had lasted a total of five hours, and the crowds gave a last roar of approval as he straightened, moving the microphone back underneath his helmet to his lips as he waved to them. ”thank you, everyone, for an amazing show—and i cannot wait for another in june!” they scream, and he laughs, but with another last wave he makes his way off the stage and pulls off his helmet, taking a few deep breaths. ”that was a great show, kid, keep it up.” simon shouts over the noise of the exiting crowds, clapping nightshade on the shoulder, and he grins, running a hand through his hair, damp with sweat. ”oh, yeah. we’re going to blow the roof off in june for sure. did you see how many people were in the stadium?” simon’s laughing, nodding, and the two walk to the lounge, his helmet tucked underneath an arm.

xxxxxx”now, just wait here—i’m sure kim would like to meet you before you meet her client.” simon speaks and nightshade nods, taking a towel and drying his hair, wiping down the inside of his helmet before he moves to flop down on the couch, placing it in his lap before taking a few deep breaths to calm the rapid beating of his heart, accelerated from the concert. simon and kathryn enter, followed by a woman he doesn’t know—kim, he assumes. she’s short, pretty, with long dark hair spilling down her back. she gives him a bright smile and shakes his hand, introducing herself as kimberly amantha, or kim, for short. they chat a bit about what to expect from her client—he’s a singer, he gathers, from ukraine, and she says he’s got talent, that a partnership for a little bit to make an album—or two, she says—would really boost his popularity among the music industry. nighstahde rubs his chin, thinking, for a moment. ”i have to see what he’s got, first, kim—i can’t make any promises. i have a trip for a concert in london in two weeks. but i’ll tell you what—i’ll meet with him today. bring him to nightshade records, my recording studio tomorrow, and i’ll see what i can do. if i think we could make an album, then we’ll do it—and i’ll even bring him to london to give my fans a taste.” kim happily agrees, and slips out to go and get her client from the stadium. bart, one of the security, and kathryn, accompany her.

xxxxxx”i hope, simon, that what she says is true—that the kid has talent.” nightshade sighs, before pulling on his helmet. ”me, too.” he agrees.

[Consulting_Angel]

At the end of the concert, Vitali had found himself admitting to himself that it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be. So he still wasn't too entirely fond of the genre, it was something that he could tolerate working with... so long as he got to also work with his own style and genre as well. That would be a dealbreaker, for sure.
A member of security walked with him backstage, and down a thin corridor, before being shown a room that he had to wait in, until DJ NIghtshade was ready. Vitali sat down, and waited, figuring that it would be best for him to get a brief rest before meeting the musician. The arena had been packed, and he was sure that the show must have been sold out.
He thought a little more about the potential collaboration. Was it something he really wanted? He wasn't really, admittedly, too sure. He liked his current fanbase, but he was concerned that they might turn on him if he did the collaboration... and he also didn't want it to grow if new fans would only like it if he had EDM stuff within his own music. Ugh... he was going to have to make sure that he had a way out, if he ever felt like he was going too far from what he wanted to be and do.

He was brought out his thoughts by a knock at the door, and then the door opening. Vitali glanced up to see that Kim, and a couple of other people, had arrived to escort him to DJ Nightshade. He stood up, and greeted Kim and the other warmly, then he stepped out of the room with them, and started walking down the corridor.
Kim, unable to keep quiet about what she'd just spoken about with DJ Nightshade, immediately told him about what the DJ had said, and the conversation.
"We'll see what happens, I think..." Vitali commented, and stopped when the others stopped outside of a door.
Kim knocks on the door a couple of times, waits for a few moments, then she pushes the door open. Vitali waits until the others enter the room first, then he steps into the room as well, and he faces the helmeted DJ.