 #tdk Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
West's showmanship never surprised Vesper....and the same could be said about Nigel and Ascanius, too. When they performed, her boys, it was like she was also part of the crowd.....Part of the fans eager for an amazing show.
It was just a very special, spectacular sight to see.
As far as the music went....Nothing felt better than having songs that they could call their own; songs written and created by their own hands. Like Sticky.....Ves vocally accompanied where it was required and beat her tambourine against her hip in an exuberant fashion; attached TDK scarf flying about with the movement. The guitar and bass chords were strong and moving...and reverberated deep in the soul...buuuuuuuut maybe that was just because she was so close to the action; being right on stage in the mix. The drums, too. Ascanius was relentless in his pounding, beating out shockwaves of noise. GOOD noise, though. Ves had gotten over the things. It COULD be beautiful....and even more so with how Scan did it. NOT THAT SHE'D EVER TELL MR. EGOTISTICAL THAT.
When the music of the first song died out, West began playing up the crowd....as she side-glanced Ascanius and Nigel's exchange.....only to have Scan's sweaty shirt flung at her face. Ves would've tossed her tambourine right back at Nigel's head...if she didn't care about causing serious brain damage...and hurting said tambourine. Boys could be so gross.
ANYWAY........Yes, their songs! However, despite having new material, they did still partake in the occasion cover or two.......like the one they were about to do now. It wasn't for lack of musical creativity for them....but showing homage to their musical idols. The bands and songs that inspired them to do what they did.
West's guitar was already cutting through the night air and Ves gripped the mic with her left hand, the other poised with her instrument. "Keep you in the dark...You know they all pretend." It was only West, Nigel....and her voice. Vesper gazed out across the crowd, not able to pick out faces.....but meeting them, anyway...her tone shifting and rising with the lyrics. "Keep you in the dark....and so it all begins."
..........and there were the drums. West riffed and then Ascanius and Nigel came in like a electrified pulse. She ripped the mic off the stand and walked with it...making the lyrics sound almost like an accusation. They were heartfelt and very much REAL.
"Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in... again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense."
Lots of hair was being thrown about and Ves might've done a bit of headbanging, only to rake her fingers through the black mass after; fully giving herself over to the music as she punctuated each word. This particular jam was quintessential rock; loud and adrenaline-inducing. It was impossible not to take on the role completely.
"What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?"
Ves jumped with the words; heeled feet coming off the stage floor. Thank you, Dora....for teaching her how to walk in them. Seriously. She could've seemed like some angry pixie with the violence currently bouncing around the stage. Their playing had a violent edge, though....all passion, adrenaline, and vigor. And the course was FULL OUT. Ascanius wailing on the set...and West and Nigel 'being one' with their instruments.
It continued on in this brutal fashion, approaching the bridge and Ves hung onto West for this next series of lyrics. Mainly because she could and there weren't any cares given.......and he was drenched with sweat...but she didn't care. They were all sweaty. It happened.
"I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees...."
She'd been singing close to his ear....but then had stalked away....moving towards the crowd and clenching her fist, nestling it against her chest. Ves had even dropped to one knee, bent over with the effort of each word. "So who are you?.....Yeah, who are you?.....Yeah, who are you?....Yeah, who are you?"
The melody they'd created was then pulled back to the bare bones from the very beginning of the song.....and it was an almost whispered...."Keep you in the dark....You know they all pretend...."...and then a screamed...."Yeah!"
After several more rounds of HARD HITTING course and vicious tambourine banding, Vesper heaved a deep breath and grinned stupidly up at Ascanius....and then Nigel......and then over at West because RAWR. Guitar be on POINT, yo.
.....She might've wanted to say something to the crowd....but was ultimately too shy to do so and just settled on BEAMING like some invalid. Sometimes expressions were enough. They could speak louder than words. Like art.
....She'd worked herself up to it. Maybe later in the set...
OOC: The Pretender; Foo Fighters
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