[Sodium_noir] Thursday's child is full of tears

[concrete chaos]

The Furies
 -stage-

> As Arkana begins her next number, she catches Hannibaal leading a young Goth
> off towards the exit. Escorting her down to his domain, the fabled sanctuary
> of Hannibaal Kinkaid.

Her eyes linger on Hannibaal's suave figure moving as one should in
one's domain, sleak like a serpent. With a smirk plastered on her face
and her guitar slung over her shoulder resting on firm cheeks, the
Brujah stands looming over the ropes and crowd. The cheering from the
Anarchs brings her back to the task at hand, the show must go on as
they say, and The Furies still had a good 3 more numbers plus an
encore hopefully. Actually Arkana was counting on that encore to ease
her mind on how well the performance went. The sequel is rarely better
then the original as they also say, and she hoped that in their case
they resembled the Godfather part II.

She takes hold of the mic stand, and adjusts her guitar, and starts to
mute out a string, making a clangy sound echo through the club,
bouncing off the walls, getting louder and louder, whilst Paz
accompanies her on bass.

"The pages of her memory
all tattered and torn
the lines on her face
map the distance she's come."

"Unfitting, and unplaced
in a race that is lost
never thought of the price
her soul must have cost."

All together they strike their instruments, with fierce precision, and
the song goes into the chorus, racey, drums thumping like a heart
about to burst, distortion like a rusty saw through steel.

"so slap on your mask,
don't let the lines show
hide your existance
'fore they put you...
on dispaly, AT THEIR FREAKSHOW"

All three are entranced in carrying out their part to bring this show
home, Paz still slithering as best she can, even though her body tires
for real, whilst Arkana only pretends to be out of breathe, yet they
all seem to ignore the pain whilst playing.

Then the song dies a little, and only Paz's finger picking and
occaisional bass slaps are heard, while Ace hits slowly on the center
of the ride, accompanying the sweet thick sounds of the lower notes,
with a rapidly increasing clank.

Arkana moves up to the mic and almost speaks into it, softly with one
hand ready on the neck of her guitar, the other gripping her hair.

"And so she tries to drown out
the lies and the faking
stumbling across the floor
she hits her head on the door."

The rumbling gets louder and faster, and the drums follow suit, then
finally that perfect harsh chord is struck, and once again the sound
makes the crowd go wild.

"Now go to bed and rest your head
so they can strip you down again
tomorrow, and then you drown your sorrow
always scraping for more."

Swaying violently to the music, the chorus comes on once more, and
Arkana gives her all to scream out the last burst this number will
get.

"so slap on your mask,
don't let the lines show
hide your existance
'fore they put you...
on dispaly, AT THEIR FREAKSHOW"

After the chorus the song, slowly grinds to a halt, as the tempo slows
down, and again Arkana speaks out the last few words, audible enough
to be heard by some in the crowd.

"Numb is the way to go
if you believe in their freakshow."

"Dumb is how you'll sound
when they give you the words
and lay your body in the ground."

[tbc]

--
'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for
other people'. - Daria