Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Dec 26, 2007 21:36:33 GMT 1
Ramp, down.
Lights, bright.
Anchors, down.
Time to begin.
All the tables had been removed and a small raised platform installed for the stage, close to the bar. The staff and security were doubled for this evening especially, and all were working doubly hard for the new years eve. Shamino leaned his head against the microphone, tapping his head against it lightly. The place had not even half filled yet, however upon hearing the microphone turn on, he raised his head.
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
His pick glided along the last three strings as his index finger barred the 7th fret, and then went into a fast display of the Tornado of Souls introduction.
This morning I made the call,
The one that ends it all,
Hanging up,i wanted to cry
But dammit,this wells gone dry,
Not for the money,not for the fame
Not for the power,just no more games!
Turning around, he turned back with his left hand hanging over the fretboard, playing overhand as he sang:
But now Im safe in the eye of the tornado
I cant replace the lies,that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way Ill surely die
In the eye of the tornado,blow me away!
The people of the party pushed in slightly more to accommodate the growing number of people entering the bar floor. As the song continued, Shamino squinted his eyes to see if he could pick out any of interest, or importance.
Lights, bright.
Anchors, down.
Time to begin.
All the tables had been removed and a small raised platform installed for the stage, close to the bar. The staff and security were doubled for this evening especially, and all were working doubly hard for the new years eve. Shamino leaned his head against the microphone, tapping his head against it lightly. The place had not even half filled yet, however upon hearing the microphone turn on, he raised his head.
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
His pick glided along the last three strings as his index finger barred the 7th fret, and then went into a fast display of the Tornado of Souls introduction.
This morning I made the call,
The one that ends it all,
Hanging up,i wanted to cry
But dammit,this wells gone dry,
Not for the money,not for the fame
Not for the power,just no more games!
Turning around, he turned back with his left hand hanging over the fretboard, playing overhand as he sang:
But now Im safe in the eye of the tornado
I cant replace the lies,that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way Ill surely die
In the eye of the tornado,blow me away!
The people of the party pushed in slightly more to accommodate the growing number of people entering the bar floor. As the song continued, Shamino squinted his eyes to see if he could pick out any of interest, or importance.
