Not a RicSyung fic, not even sure in whose POV is this. Can be anyone you choose, perhaps? Lol. This is so random btw.

The grand stage, the sound of music and the rhythm of beating hearts—as always, there’s some nervousness before a show, but as always the excitement triumphs against it. It’s never an easy feat to stand in front of thousands of pairs of eyes, watching our every move—but it also feels like coming back home.

Because the orange ocean is as beautiful as it always is in memory—there were balloons and raincoats under the daylight, but tonight orange has became the light that brightens the dark, welcoming us home.

The familiar color which has surrounded us since we were only young boys, trying to fulfill our dreams inside such a competitive industry—orange has always been there, watching and supporting us along the rocky road. It has always been there, proudly on the raincoats like armors, on balloons and light sticks and banners waved in the air like swords—the warriors fighting with smiles and tears on their faces.

Perhaps it isn’t the prettiest color, perhaps it’s so ugly that nobody wanted it. Who would want to wear the tacky shade—the color of sanitation workers and prisoners’ uniform? Perhaps at one time, we didn’t want it either—but there was no other choice, other colors had been taken and orange was left all alone.