THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapter 61. Special Invitation's.

Inside the subway, Emma smiles at herself watching the lyric video of Elric and his band on the mobile screen. Lyric videos are conceptualized with two-dimensional animated images of band personnel made strange. As if to describe that the Bad Boy Of Manhattan personnel are four mysterious strange young men. The video became trending on a video sharing site. It is easy to find on the recommendation page.

Emma shakes. Crazy is them. Just a few days released the first single, they immediately became a byword. The song titled I would hurt a fly is not commonly listened to by the public ear. But the uniqueness of the arrangement and the excitement of the media that preached, made many people curious about the newcomer band.

The girl was still smiling to herself as she scrolled through the comment column. Elric and his new friends also showed their avatars, but many women were excited and hysterical in writing comments. What more if one day they reveal their true form?

Ah-elric. That kid is special. Emma was secretly proud of him. Staying one roof with Elric, how will the fans react later? So was Emma's ignorant mind.

Emma hastily stuffed her cell phone and wireless earphones into her sling bag when she heard an announcement sound saying the train would stop at East Harlem station.

As soon as the train stops perfectly, Emma slips out with the passengers who have the same destination as her. Exiting the underground station, Emma crossed the road and stepped towards her apartment which was about two kilometers away.

Emma wishes Elric had come home. He wanted to congratulate the boy. And also want to scold him for not telling about the band's first single that has been released. You even have to know it yourself from social media.

The girl opened the door of her apartment slowly. The smell of food that seemed to have just ripened instantly pierced his nose and made his stomach revolt want to be filled immediately.

Elric was busy preparing dishes at the dinner table. The young man waved to her. His face looks happy.

"Hey, Em. You're hungry, aren't you?" guess Elric. "Come here." Elric moved his palms asking Emma to come closer to him.

"Hmm... Did you cook?" emma asked while picking one orange-colored chicken and feeding herself. "It's a son," he said.

"I certainly don't cook. I ordered it at a Chinese restaurant across the street this afternoon. I'm just warming it up," chuckled Elric.

Emma had her lips. "El, congratulations on your single."

"Ah, that." Elric. "Thanks, Em."

"You're such a bitch. Why didn't you say anything to me before? I need to know from social media" Emma grumbled as she chewed her food.

Elric scratched his head. He was confused to answer. To him, it was just a song their band introduced to the world. It's not important to tell those closest to you.

"You're a new celebrity now, El. How you feeling? Later on, a lot of girls are hysterical when they meet you or watch you on stage."

Elric chuckles. "My feelings? It's just normal."

"Ah yes, I forgot you've been a celebrity since birth." Emma patted her forehead.

Elric lips. He turned the fork to roll the noodles on his plate, then fed himself.

"Do you still want to live in this cramped apartment?" ask Emma. "Hmm .. I think I'll feel lonely if you move out of here." Emma put on her sad face.

"of course. Why should I move?"

"If you have a lot of money to buy a luxury apartment in Manhattan?"

Elric smiling. "As long as you stay here, I won't move anywhere" he said.

Emma chuckles. "I'm just kidding, El. You can move out of here if you want."

"I'm not moving out of here!" firmly Elric.

"Okay, okay." Emma raised her hand. Is Elric serious?

After dinner, Emma steps into her room. Elric went into his room. However, in a room that is not too spacious and full of guitars and all the equipment, Elric walked back and forth while holding a small rectangular sheet of paper that he printed this afternoon. Especially for Emma.

"Yes?" Emma in her nightgown and wet hair she was drying with a towel came up from behind the door.

"For you." Elric thrust the paper in his hand at Emma.

"What's this?" Emma checked the paper. Read the writing there. "Bad Boy Of Manhattan concert tour?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. Vvip Class. Especially for you." Elric chuckled while stroking his nape.

Emma raised her eyebrows. "You printed it?"

Elric grimacing. "Yes. Let it feel special."

The girl broke down. He was unable to hide his happiness, and was also moved.

"Come, yeah. Your presence means a lot to me (your presence means a lot to me)" Elric said.

"I will (definitely)," Emma timpal said as she gave a smile.

Elric cleared his throat once. "By the way ..you're beautiful with wet hair like that" she said.

"Owh ...." Emma stopped her hand drying her hair with a towel. Throat's choked.

"Good night, Em." Elric twisted his body and passed from in front of Emma. The girl was silent for a moment. A moment later, the smile on his lips escaped. The girl closed the door of the room with a heart that, if you could say, flowered.

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What clothes are suitable for watching a heavy metal band concert?

Emma exhaled her rough breath. All the clothes are very old fashioned. He likes to wear an old-fashioned style, but, to watch a music concert, it doesn't seem like it would fit too well.

Wait-why is he dizzy thinking about his appearance? Isn't he usually the one who doesn't care much about the style of dress? Why does she want to look beautiful in front of Elric?

Emma patted her forehead trying to wake herself up from the hallucinations. Finally, the choice fell on clothes that were all black. Black t-shirt, black coat, black leggings, black boot and slightly gothic makeup. The girl was ready to go to the funeral.

He chuckles at himself in front of the mirror. The best performance he could make tonight. He grabbed a sling bag that was also black, then walked out of his messy room due to the action of dismantling the contents of his wardrobe a moment ago.

Emma opened the door to her apartment and was shocked to see James standing there, hanging his fingers as if knocking on the door.

"Hi, Baby," said James, smiling. "Wow, look at you, you're .. beautiful," compliments slid from her lips as she watched the lover's stunning appearance.

"Hi, James .. you ...."

"You're ready apparently. I haven't even given you the news of coming to pick you up," James chuckled. "Then let's go now. I want to take you somewhere. There's something important I want to tell you." James was acting foolishly as to where Emma was about to go with such an appearance. He intentionally did not ask.

"But, James ... actually I ...."

"Please, Emma .. You should come with me. Please, this is important." James's face was pinched. The two palms he joined together as a sign he was begging.

"I want to go to a concert ...." Emma's words evaporated just like that as James grabbed her palms and carried her to his sturdy chest.

"Please, Emma .. come with me."

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