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Date Posted: 10:41:32 05/07/02 Tue
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.97
Subject: Nothing Else Matters (performance) (West)


::Having relinquished the beloved instrument for the night, nocturne angel travels thru umbrage entity, ebonite tendrils cascading in soft lengths to shoulders, bangs veiling smoldering embers. Clad in a form fitting paris blue cap sleeved tee, the fabric molding itself to chassis providing a sinful idea of what laid ‘neath. Toned limbs carry lithe frame easily thru umbrage, cloaked in revealing black leather the soft whisper of leather rubbing leather singing forth with every step taken. A slight smirk plays pon delicate labria of feminique taking a detour, venturing near fellow musician, mobilization hesitates, thou no shyness ventures forth as she approaches him from behind, standing on tip toe close to his ear the sultry alto sings forth teasingly::
“I know your secret, figured it out this morning.”

::Just a mentioning of the earlier discussion from a few days past of the song that was causing her grief; a soft laugh issued forth as she takes another detour, glancing over her shoulder at him, an air of cockiness surrounding her. A trio of mascu following close behind her, clearly the ones playing back up for her tonight, slowly the cadre make their ingression towards the stage, mounting the steps quickly getting settled in the desired stations. The lead guitarist handing her his guitar, slipping the strap over crania situating the guitar, digits caress the soft lulling intro forth, crania tipped slightly intense concentration on the strings, a haphazard intro as always moving from a few easy chords to more intricate rhythms. The backup guitar quickly joining as tempo increase, at the right moment the drums pick up. The intro done, the backup guitarist takes the lead, slipping the guitar from form, fatale hands it back to the mascu, having clearly gotten the horde’s attention by the prowess with which she could caress the instrument into doing her whim. A soft smirk issued, digits wrapping around the mic pulling it from the stand, elevating it to labrum, vocalizations pick up the sultry alto beholding an almost grunge note to it. Lithe chassis, sways fluidly with the music::

I Can't Remember Anything
Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God, wake Me

::Last two digits tap on the mic keeping silent beat, habit she’d never cured herself of, other small hand dwells on slender hip, thumb hooked into leather front pocket, first three digits wrapped lazily about mic cord. Vocals purr forth from feminique larynx, crania tips upwards letting the modulation soar into umbrage untamed beholding all feelings and pain that the song symbolized within svelte::

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God, wake Me

::Vocals take a break letting the music soar thru the entity waiting for the second ‘bout of modulations that would be more intense for her alto for more grunge would be worked into them. Lowering the mic for a moment taking a second to just listen to the notes written allowing herself to catch her breath, allowing the intensity of the music to work its magic on not only her but also the nocturnal crowd::

Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One
Oh God, help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me

::Vocals, thou still the sultry alto, become almost bitten out with intensity having fully given herself to her song. Smoldering embers closed, crania taking up the almost head banging movements thou more subtle than most would. Bodice taking up an almost snaking motion, crania tips slightly to the side dragging forth the final modulations with grueling intensity she’d pay for later::

Darkness

Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell

::Vocalizations halt with reeling intensity, atmospheric intake ragged and elevated from performance, heart ricocheting off delicate ribcage thou unknowingly to the horde before her, waiting for the final notes to be drawn forth from the instruments, bodice still continues with ‘snaking’ movement an almost wave effect beginning at slender hips sliding up bodice with fluidity. Music halting, a bow taken to the applause of the crowd, replacing the mic into it’s stand, slowly rejoining the group of mascus making slow progress off the stage. A round of hugs as they depart leaving her still reeling with the performance, watching their exit making unhurried approach to the bar ordering a beer before retreating to the soothing confines of the umbrage realm::

(*bawlz* what happened to me chatting mate? Caitie you left me! *sobz* now I can’t even look at Dougie’s piccy and drool while I type a response *geeglz* mmmm, Dougie *smackerlez*)


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