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Koko - London - 30/12/11 - 8:57PM With just three minutes to go before the latest of the expected PR stunts from the mysterious masked quintet who have baffled the minds of London's digitally enabled teenagers for the past few weeks, excitement within the venue is at fever pitch. London Koko is packed to the absolute maximum. The creaking of the floor and the heaving walls of the venue are almost audible, as the place is filled, surely far beyond legal capacity. But no one wants to miss this...
Five hours ago and the scene at the Koko in London had been even more hectic. For a venue which holds only around 300 people, the thousands queued outside was looking like a massively daunting figure, looming large over it, almost casting a shadow over a venue which was clearly booked before the enormity of this situation was ever truly realised...by anyone.
At 4PM, security had swarmed and counted, telling people behind a certain point in the line that there was less than no chance that they would be getting into the venue tonight, as the queue had already snaked around and around the venue, as if drawn by a hyperactive kid with a Spyrograph. But these people were made of sterner stuff than that. Twitter had once again ordered them to be here, and having followed those social media goliath for the past days, they were damned if a massive queue was going to stop them being a part of this.
Throughout the afternoon, and as the sun set, replacing cigarette puffs with the gentle condensation on people's breaths in the cold London night, spurious chants of "PR PR PR", and "Twitter Twitter Twitter" repeatedly emanated from different areas of the crowd. Those near the front eagerly anticipated the night that they had been promised they would find out some answers, while those further back were hoping to catch even the smallest glimpse of what was happening inside.
As the time clicked over past 6...7....8 o'clock, people outside got restless. They started pounding softly on the doors of the Koko, begging the security inside the glass...in the warmth to let them in, but all to no avail. Chants and cheers continued for a further half an hour...until the time came.
At precisely eight thirty, the doors to the Koko were thrown open by five security guards, burly and menacing, no doubt employed to keep the rowdy crowd in check. But nothing was to stop these curious social media fans, and the second the doors opened, the security guards were overrun, people pushing past ignoring safety warnings and battling for a place as close to the tiny stage as possible. As the crowd continued to push forward, every literal area of floor space was eventually taken up, the excitement almost bubbling over as screaming and cheering fans voiced their desire to the know the answers.
Those who could not get in stood outside, roaring just as loudly as those inside as they fought to see through the doors at the back of the hall. Things were about to happen...history was about to be made, and no one wanted to miss it...
8:59:50 As the time slowly clicked by, the excited chatter in the hall got louder and louder, with those in attendance almost ecstatic at the prospect of being here, chanting, singing, dancing along to the teaser they had been fed by this group of anonymous musicians just two days ago. Just then, as the time reached ten seconds prior to 9PM, a clock appeared on the wall, counting the seconds down, alongside the deafening counting of the mob within the hall. 10.....9...........8.......7...........6.........5........4.........3........2.........1.......0 As the clock hit the very precise second of 9PM, a massive pop filled the air, stunning the crowd into silence. At the exact same second, every light in the hall went off. There was now a strange hush all around the Koko, as people looked eagerly towards the stage, waiting...almost not daring to breathe as they hoped for the last piece of the jigsaw. After a minute or so of darkness, the dimmest of dim lights came on, just as a drum roll started from the very back of the stage, drawing the most massive of roars from those who had packed out the Koko to the max. As the figure behind the drum set came into focus, it was obvious that he was still wearing his "flash mob gear". His hood was pulled low, and his face was still almost fully obscured by the bandana he had tied around it. As he saluted the crowd, another cheer erupted from the floor. Seconds later, three men carrying guitars walk onto the stage, all dressed exactly the same, all their features obscured. One of them plays a power chord and then a slide up his strings with the guitar pick, and the crowd go into raptures again, as the drummer taps out a steady marching beat with his bass drum, inviting the crowd to clap along in time. And then the lights go out again, the music abruptly stopping at the exact same time. For around a minute, you can hear a pin drop in the Koko, as no one dare utter a sound, the tension running thick through the hot, claustrophobic air in the London club. When the lights eventually come back on, the smallest figure...the one we all now know to be "PR Boss" is standing atop a speaker at the front of the stage. The figure is dressed exactly as all the other times, its head bowed, unmoving and unnerved by the rapturous praise and adulation it is receiving from the floor, despite the fact that no one has a clue who it is. Just then, the figure reaches up and grabs the corner of its hood, ripping it from its head just as the lights flash out again...who was it? The a voice speaks up over the PA...a slow...distorted ugly sounding voice. "Ladies and gentleman...welcome to the biggest social media circus on the planet...please welcome...CrushCrushCrush!"At the exact second of the last word being played, a firework pops on stage, and a large guitar chord rings around the stage as the lights flash on suddenly to reveal the identity of "PR Boss"...none other than...  ....former Big Light Show lead singer Lauren England, leaning menacingly over the crowd and grinning in a satisfied manner. She looks pleased...this is her sort of crowd, and from the massive reaction, she feels and looks more than pleased that people remember her. After a few seconds she stands upright and grabs a microphone. "London Koko!!! 1...2...3..4!"A chugging guitar riff comes in. The riff is accompanied by some heavy hi-hat and bass drum, and sounds cheery, happy and bubbly, but with an attitude, as the guitarists career around the stage, swinging their instruments from side to side, and Lauren stands up front, shaking her hair violently from side to side. At the end of the intro, she lifts her mic to her mouth, and looks almost astounded to see the crowd sing the words back to her with real vigour, as she sings, one hand outstretched in front of her, her foot tapping on the stage as she surveys the bouncing mass of a crowd in front of her. Every time, it's getting hard to see//
What you wanted, you flashed and flaunted//
Did you want my heart to bleed?//
You lied right to my face, but boy you got no direction//
You wanna see me cry, is that a tear in my eye//
Are you looking at me or your own fuckin' reflection?//
The last word "Reflection" vibrates and echoes a few times, while the music in the background goes silent. Lauren takes this opportunity to grin happily at the crowd. After a second gap, a single drum beat comes in at the same time as the vocal restarts, along with the music, this time slower, smoother and a little less happy, but still bubbly as Lauren counts the chorus in and commands the crowd to sing with her. But I won't cry, because I've seen it a thousand times//
You try to bribe me with your tears//
It's all a ploy, to mess with my mind inside//
I won't snap no more, I'm fighting my own fears//
That you would leave me, was always what I would dread//
But now I lost it and sometimes I wish you were dead//
Because every time I see you cry//
I wanna laugh, I wanna smile, I wanna see you die//She grins noticeably out over the crowd as she holds a hand to her ear and urges them to scream ever louder, as she pumps a fist above her head energetically. Don't tell me, that you don't wanna know//
You left me cursed, I'll get in first//
And tell you just to go//
But boy you're making a mistake, I'll punch you out//
You say that I break you, I'd never forsake you//
This is a relationship...and not a fuckin' bout!//As the chorus comes back in, Lauren bounces excitedly from side to side her hair swaying as she does, almost unable to stop her self from grinning and waving to the swaying mass of bodies before her, almost overwhelmed by the massive presence in the hall. But I won't cry, because I've seen it a thousand times//
You try to bribe me with your tears//
It's all a ploy, to mess with my mind inside//
I won't snap no more, I'm fighting my own fears//
That you would leave me, was always what I would dread//
But now I lost it and sometimes I wish you were dead//
Because every time I see you cry//
I wanna laugh, I wanna smile, I wanna see you die//"GET READY KOKO!" She raises her hands high above her head and urges the crowd to clap along in time with her,m which they do happily, as Lauren steps atop the monitor to sing the very melodic, much slower bridge of the song.  Why do you try to haunt me?//
You wanna see the tears roll down my face//
Your friends think that you daunt me//
But we know I own you, you're a total disgrace//
Hey Hey!//
No I won't cry!//
Hey Hey!//
Because my tears would be a lie//
Hey!//
You gotta learn to trust me//
(silence)//
Because the truth is I hate you, you fuckin' disgust me!//As a drum roll plays between the bridge and final chorus, Lauren violently shakes her head side to side before leaping down from the monitor just in time to start singing again. But I won't cry, because I've seen it a thousand times//
You try to bribe me with your tears//
It's all a ploy, to mess with my mind inside//
I won't snap no more, I'm fighting my own fears//
That you would leave me, was always what I would dread//
But now I lost it and sometimes I wish you were dead//
Because every time I see you cry//
I wanna laugh, I wanna smile, I wanna see you die//Te last word "Die" is greeted with a massive boom of a firework, and all the lights and music die instantly, as the crowd roars its massive approval for the show just displayed before them, and the hugely triumphant return of Lauren England. When the lights come back on...all signs of the band have gone... OOC: Yeah, so I thought I'd try a new way to introduce a band...hopefully it worked alright :) Edited by user 31 December 2011 20:17:35(UTC)
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