The red carpet. Many a celebrity and lucky young couple playing at stardom have taken the walk, and here today so would so many more. On this particular moment, a well known face around the academy would soon be making his entrance. His name, none other than Vent.
While some came in limos and other such stretch vehicles Vent would take a different approach. As soon the outside of the dance hall there would come a loud rumble and a shiny sports car make its way over the horizon. It was a 2014 midnight colored Buggati with green trim and purple neon lighting shining out from underneath. Needless to say as it made its way to the red carpet, it would certainly turn some heads. It stopped, and the attendant came to quickly open the passenger door revealing none other than the man of the hour himself. Vent, whom had a very lucky friend drive him all the way here.
Vent smiled, a big, slightly crooked white smile and waved to everyone as he stepped out of the vehicle that grabbed so much attention. However just when you thought he was done, he likely never was. HIs attire now demanding the spot light. It was obviously a play on the Dark Magician, which a few members of the academy knew was his favorite card. Being a dark purple suit with a long coat tail trailing behind. He wore a brighter violet bow tie on his neck and the undershirt was black, with a dark green vest atop that. Finally atop his head he donned a top hat, and his normally messy chest length hair was neatly combed and parted. The pants, as well as the hat matched the suit, a deep purple and a last addition to be noted to the costume was the staff known by any duelist there. An identical replica to that of the magician's himself.
IT was his time to shine, and though on the outside he looked so proper, he was still fighting the internal battle he always did. The depression that even now, with the fake smile spread across his face and such a grand entrance put on for everyone he simply could not find happiness. Regardless, a part of him did find a small pleasure in making his stroll down the carpet, through the double doors an into the dance hall. Where he finally gazed around, as if looking for someone, and at everyone at the same time. Took a deep breath, and finally let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps someone would be able to lift his spirits tonight, perhaps not. Either way, he looked damned good!
If only dark magic could solve the world's problems. A boy can dream, can't he?