[ He does have a reputation. Those tabloids don't lie about how many fights he's gotten in over the time he's been a rock star. It makes for easy access to the stage and to the long haired man. ]

[ For a moment, he reaches out to snag the very ends of Squalo's hair to give it a little tug. He doesn't seem to even know he did it. Instead, letting go to take that mic from him. ]

Oh, I think I can do more than keep up. Just don't get too upset when I steal the show from you.

[ He points the mic to Squalo like it's a gun and he's taking aim. He remains like that for a long moment, ignoring the paper for a moment. If he goes over there, he'll make it look like part of the show. Maybe he'll even light it on fire. The audience will just think it's flash paper or something. But for now, it's time to do like they did at the mall. ]

[ He lets the man zone in on him. Let's himself be touched. Those fingers digging into the scars on the side of his face. His eyes narrow and for a moment, he brings up that anger he had felt when he had seen Squalo with that damn blond. ]

You told me I'm the only one.
Sweet little angel [ that's sung in such a mocking way ]
you should have run.
Lying. Crying.
Dying to leave.

[ This time his grasp on Squalo's hair is on purpose, taking a tight possessive fist of it ]

Innocence creates my hell.