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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 27, 2006 15:55:13 GMT -5
Rose strummed a few chords on her bass, the dep tones relaxing her stomach, which felt like it was trying to qualify for the next Olympic games.
Randy was in front of the dark blue curtain separating the band from the audience, getting the crowd warmed up with his comic routine. She smiled and giggled quietly upon hearing his Donald Trump impression.
She turned to her friends, each of them getting their particular instrument ready. She was glad she'd dressed so casually, a pair of blue jeans, a well-fitting black Ozzy T-shirt and black sneakers.
Rose tapped the black pedal next to her foot. It looked like the kind of petal one would use for a sewing machine and the black color blended perfectly with the wooden stage. She grinned as a small amount of smoke poured onto the stage from the riht and left. The smoke machines worked perfectly, good.
She looked to her freinds, silently mouthing 'Are you guys ready?', so as not to be heard by the audience.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 27, 2006 18:22:24 GMT -5
((ooc: Cainy, go look at everything is going to change when you get a chance. ^^ ))
Jack fidgeted behind the curtain, adjusting his guitar strap and checking his cell phone for the fifth time to make sure it hadn’t magically turned on after the last four times he checked. He glanced up at Rose, grinning.
“Always.” He mouthed back with a wink.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 27, 2006 19:38:18 GMT -5
Rose smiled and strummed a few more chords, making sure for the sixth time her bass was in tune.
"Good." She muttered.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jun 28, 2006 4:20:32 GMT -5
Eva stood off to the side, where she would be hidden from the crowd when the curtain came up, but she could still see the band. She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, adjusting her outfit- a long white skirt, slit on both sides up to the knee, with lacing up to mid hip after that, and a pale blue shirt, the sleeves cut on both top and bottom, allowing them to dangle, aside from a small spot at the elbow where they still connected- even though no one could see her.
She was as nervous as the group, and she wasn't even doing anything! Sure, she may wave at the group after the concert, talk to a few, she wished she could think of them as 'fans'- but that was all.
She tried to catch one of the other's attention to let them know it was just about time.....
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Post by Cain Jiovanni on Jul 1, 2006 20:50:51 GMT -5
Cain was tapping his foot as his hand tightened on the microphone. He was trying hard not to look shook up. He wasn’t nervous about playing. They had that down. Practice took place for a reason other then to look at the inside of a crappy warehouse.
It was whether or not they pulled it off well enough to get by without being just another ‘Cover Band’. He’d seen so many bands play here and pack it up. Cain was determined not to let that happen.
He sighed, trying to get his head cleared, to think about anything other than bombing this show. He turned around; he hadn’t really been paying much attention to the others. They could have just randomly died in the least two minutes and Cain wouldn’t have noticed.
Rose was standing there, fiddling with her damn strings, again. And Jack was trying his damnedest to be quiet. And it looked like Eva was peeking from the sidelines.
He grinned, turning back around in time to hear Randy spout his last line. Almost show time.
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Post by Tala Jiovanni on Jul 3, 2006 16:09:13 GMT -5
Tala looked around her and gave each of her friends an encouraging smile. As usual the butterfly's were still there, but they were accompanied by the knowledge that she was performing with her best friends. They had been doing this for a long time and they had never bombed a gig yet.
Tala held her breath, adrenaline pumping wildly, as the curtain slowly began to rise....
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Post by Rose Karter on Jul 4, 2006 9:48:53 GMT -5
Randy raced offstage like a skiddish rabbit, a proud grin on his face. He'd survived his first 'real' show! Sure it was only opening for his friends, but still. It's a start.
Rose drew in a sharp breath in anticipation, giving the band a quick grin before turning to the audience, gripping her bass so tight her knuckles were turning white.
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