Post by Lavinia on Feb 5, 2006 19:07:10 GMT -5
She sits back, reclining on her barstool, a mug of some random drink in her hand. Upon further inspection, it is nothing more then Coke. She gives a small laugh, and narrows her eyes behind day-glow contacts, and pushes her hair from her face, the bright green streaks falling right back into her eyes.
"So....ya wanna hear about my eff up...huh? Well...guess it wouldnt hurt...."
With a booted leg, she kicks foreward another stool and resumes her eased back postion. "Sit down, shut up, and look at my face when I'm talking."
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(3rd person)
Emma sat down on one of the many amps that the crew were setting up, and of course, there was a high-pitched whining that started as soon as she touched the box. She merely ignored it, as her hair began standing on end.
"Joey, throw me a bottle of water, would'ja?"
She ran her hands though her hair, the bright tinted locks bouncing right back into place again, as she let out a deep exhale. "Gotta get it right this time...." a bottle of water promptly landed in her lap, and she let out a squeak. "Thanks sweetie."
The manager of the small coffee shop shoved his way though the crowd, and stood himself towering over the young woman.
"Emily Blackwell?" His tone was not pleased.
She cocked a peirced brow, and once again pushed her hair out of her eyes, her neon-blue eyes blinking slowly. "What now?"
The manager merely sighed, rubbing his temples. "The only reason I'm letting this damn band of yours play here is because I'm a friend of your fathers and I felt sorry for you. Try not to mess it up." He then reached out, and plucked a static-cling sheet from her shoulder. "And you might want to take a look in the mirror before going on stage."
With that statement, he turned and left the rocker to gather her guitar, and plug in the amps.
She opened her water, and snorted faintly. "Ass."
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"And now...playing for the first time at the Blue Room....Fixated!"
The crowd of fans, though not large in size, burst into cheers.
Emma, her drummer, bassist, and keyboard player rose to the occasion, and Emma herself bowed.
"This first song, is called 'Heavens Tears'"
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Midway through the concert, Emma noticed the crowd was getting restless, and she decided to make a prompt decision. One that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
She nodded the Tony, the bassist, who changed the line up.
"This song...is one I wrote myself....called 'My Maker....'"
Cherry red lips parted, and a liquid voice poured fourth. Now she noticed the blank, glazed look that the audience seemed to have, but she didnt really notice.
"And from this night...I commanded to thee...take death sweetly, and fall to the night. For the end comes swiftly, and take your death with honor! Fall!"
The Audience, who to Emma, appeared lulled, promply fell to the ground when the last chorus passed her lips.
She let out a horrified scream, and dropped her guitair, backing up and knocking over the keyboard.
The manager bolted out from behind the curtain, and was followed by police. "They commited a mass suicide! I knew that you were bad news Emily Blackwell!"
The rocker turned, sparks beginning to fly from the ends of her fingertips. "Dont accuse me of anything! I didn't plan this!"
The manager shoved her by the shoulder, and grabbed her collar. "The authorites will take care of you!"
She grabbed him at the collarbone. "Lets take care of this the old fashoned way then. A shock to the stystem eh?"
The man promply convoulsed, and the police looked at her, and backed away as the sparking rocker approached them. "Edit this out of the paper work, wont ya? Dont want any bad publicity comming to me."
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She sighs, taking a final swig of her drink, her neon-blue eyes blinking a few times. "Life sucks...and then you find music. Best way to go out hm?"
She waves you towards the door, and refills her mug. "Now get out, before I change my mind about getting angry."
"So....ya wanna hear about my eff up...huh? Well...guess it wouldnt hurt...."
With a booted leg, she kicks foreward another stool and resumes her eased back postion. "Sit down, shut up, and look at my face when I'm talking."
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(3rd person)
Emma sat down on one of the many amps that the crew were setting up, and of course, there was a high-pitched whining that started as soon as she touched the box. She merely ignored it, as her hair began standing on end.
"Joey, throw me a bottle of water, would'ja?"
She ran her hands though her hair, the bright tinted locks bouncing right back into place again, as she let out a deep exhale. "Gotta get it right this time...." a bottle of water promptly landed in her lap, and she let out a squeak. "Thanks sweetie."
The manager of the small coffee shop shoved his way though the crowd, and stood himself towering over the young woman.
"Emily Blackwell?" His tone was not pleased.
She cocked a peirced brow, and once again pushed her hair out of her eyes, her neon-blue eyes blinking slowly. "What now?"
The manager merely sighed, rubbing his temples. "The only reason I'm letting this damn band of yours play here is because I'm a friend of your fathers and I felt sorry for you. Try not to mess it up." He then reached out, and plucked a static-cling sheet from her shoulder. "And you might want to take a look in the mirror before going on stage."
With that statement, he turned and left the rocker to gather her guitar, and plug in the amps.
She opened her water, and snorted faintly. "Ass."
-------
"And now...playing for the first time at the Blue Room....Fixated!"
The crowd of fans, though not large in size, burst into cheers.
Emma, her drummer, bassist, and keyboard player rose to the occasion, and Emma herself bowed.
"This first song, is called 'Heavens Tears'"
-----
Midway through the concert, Emma noticed the crowd was getting restless, and she decided to make a prompt decision. One that would haunt her for the rest of her life.
She nodded the Tony, the bassist, who changed the line up.
"This song...is one I wrote myself....called 'My Maker....'"
Cherry red lips parted, and a liquid voice poured fourth. Now she noticed the blank, glazed look that the audience seemed to have, but she didnt really notice.
"And from this night...I commanded to thee...take death sweetly, and fall to the night. For the end comes swiftly, and take your death with honor! Fall!"
The Audience, who to Emma, appeared lulled, promply fell to the ground when the last chorus passed her lips.
She let out a horrified scream, and dropped her guitair, backing up and knocking over the keyboard.
The manager bolted out from behind the curtain, and was followed by police. "They commited a mass suicide! I knew that you were bad news Emily Blackwell!"
The rocker turned, sparks beginning to fly from the ends of her fingertips. "Dont accuse me of anything! I didn't plan this!"
The manager shoved her by the shoulder, and grabbed her collar. "The authorites will take care of you!"
She grabbed him at the collarbone. "Lets take care of this the old fashoned way then. A shock to the stystem eh?"
The man promply convoulsed, and the police looked at her, and backed away as the sparking rocker approached them. "Edit this out of the paper work, wont ya? Dont want any bad publicity comming to me."
-------
She sighs, taking a final swig of her drink, her neon-blue eyes blinking a few times. "Life sucks...and then you find music. Best way to go out hm?"
She waves you towards the door, and refills her mug. "Now get out, before I change my mind about getting angry."