When the camera comes back to the front of the stage again, Katie is looking slightly brighter, and she manages to smile again at the camera. She clasps her hands in front of her and tenses her shoulders briefly as she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before raising her microphone.
"That was Eilidh Greene speaking to the lovely lovely Izzy Merjos there! Great to see both of those guys again! Funny story actually; I went out trick or treating with both of those guys last year at Halloween, and it was so amusing. Mandy Williams was dressed up as a werewolf, and Eilidh was so scared that she couldn't even look at her!"


She smiles at the memory and then turns to the lectern and lifts the next envelope from her little platform. "The next award is….let's see…" she says before reading the card and shaking her head, giggling. She turns to Nadia. "Am I giving off some sort of vibe or something Nad?" she asks.
Nadia looks confused. "How do you mean?" Katie lifts the card to show her. "It's just that this says "Best solo artist female", and I seem to have been given all the ones to present that say female in the title. Just wondered if maybe I'm giving off some sort of gay vibe or something?" The audience start to laugh vociferously, as if happy to see Katie back on form again. She smiles out at them and sticks her tongue out.
"No Kat," Nadia chuckles. "You're as straight as.." "A ruler?" Katie interjects with a sweet smile of her face. Nadia laughs and shakes her head. "Yeah Kat, you're as straight as a ruler…that's been used to test out some curling tongs…"
Katie laughs and playfully slaps Nadia's arse. "That's cheeky. Bad Nadia!" she chuckles. "Anyway, we gotta get on with this award or this show will last forever. The nominees for best solo artist female are:

Isabel
Katie Coyle
Nadia Berry
Stephanie Fierce
Vanity
Radio Vine

"Now everyone knows who should win this one. It's the girl with the amazing boobs..I mean new album, that just recently came out. God…if only it was her boobs that just recently came out. Damn…I'm just kidding." She opens the envelope. "Oh my God! The winner is:"

Although she feels the need to jump around and scream in excitement, Nadia manages to contains herself at the win of her award. Instead, she just stands there looking ecstatic, "I... erm, wow, thank you all so much. Seriously, I love you all." She blows a kiss to everyone, and gives Katie a big hug, squeezing her tight.

Katie giggles at Nadia's reaction, "Aww! Nads, you look so happy! So proud of you!" Nadia lets go of her and takes a deep breath, calming herself down. Katie smiles, "Aww, I didn't say to let go of me though." Nadia hits her arm playfully, whilst Katie laughs. "And the nominees are..."

Ryan Ross Hernandez
James Urie
Hayden
Dominic Brown

Once Nadia opens the envelope, her face lights up with joy, doing a little dance. She shows Katie the winner on the envelope and a big grin appears on her face, "Guess whooooo?"

Katie applauds Ryan and waves as he leaves the stage following his award. "Aren't they like the perfect dream couple?" she says to the audience. "Awwww I love both of those guys, and now they are the best male and female solo artists! So amazing." She smiles warmly at Nadia. "Remember what I said about Rynandia Berryandez! You two could go on to rule the world for even longer than you already are." She blows a kiss to Nadia, who just shakes her head.
"Katie…the next award. Come on woman we don't have all night here," Nadia says, looking pleased to at least see Katie looking a little happier again. Katie nods and lifts the next card up. "The next award is one that is probably seen as one of the most prestigious at any awards show, and it is an award that has previously been held by such massive acts as Blood of Wecz, Mind and Infinite. This is, of course, the award for the best band."
She straightens up and takes a small sip of her champagne. "I'm looking out across the arena tonight and I see people like Weekend, MLC, Pretty Little Freaks, and many many more top bands, and it just makes me realise how tough this one must have been for all the judges. Anyway, over to my good friend Nadia with a special report!
Nadia lowers her brow and looks over at Katie. "You've lost it Coyle, I swear," she chuckles. "But yeah, here are the nominees for the award of Best Band:"

Misery Loves Company
Pretty Little Freaks
Weekend
Teen Titans
Electrodeath

Katie steps to the front and opens her envelope slowly. A smile appears on her face. "It makes me so happy to see this, because I remember when this band were recently the best newcomer, and now they've come oh so far. Ladies and gentlemen, the best band is,"

Ryan Ross Hernandez @ 6th Chaos Awards



For anyone that follows Ryan's career, this introduction of him to perform has to be a mistake. In a blog post on his website, over three months ago, he announced his vocal problems that would require surgery later this year, but would most importantly keep him away from singing for the rest of the year. A vintage looking film plays on the screen, to add to its feel, it even flickers and skips. It shows an empty movie theater with Ryan Ross Hernandez sitting in the middle of it, alone, with the same attire he will soon be seen on stage with, hat included. A sigh is heard as the Ryan seen in the video begins to speak, "Where I am now is where I being, where I should been all along, which is a singer-songwriter who's not looking to dominate the world. I just wanna make records and be happy in the space I am given in someone's life. I don't need to be a Monday through Friday artist. I'm happy with being the record someone puts on at 2 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon. I don't need to be in people's faces so much, if they wanna come around to my music, here it is. Otherwise, go back to listening to whoever you enjoy more than me."

The lights go off on the stage, a single spotlight beaming on the side stage where a trumpeter, well dressed in a black suit, begins to play the improvised intro on his instrument to the song, Gray Young's Freewheelin' Tale. A acoustic guitar is playing alongside it, but the guitarist isn't seen. About 35 seconds in, the trumpet solo ends and the lights and camera quickly return to the main stage, finally showing Ryan Ross Hernandez to the audience, as well as the rest of his band. The crowd cheers for a few seconds, Ryan gives the crowd a quick nod before counting his bandmates down to begin playing. Ryan plays the same acoustic riffs on his 12-string dobro guitar from the start, this time with a rolling, martial-styled drum pattern marching along as the song progresses. He begins to sing in a quiet tone into the microphone.

Gray Young
Hates the space he lives in
Another night passes by
He has another dream of killing himself
So today, he goes down into his basement
Locks himself in the room with no windows
A bottle of whiskey accompanies him
He's laid out, his body positioned as the victim at a crime scene
He's not dead
He just passed out
As his liver suffers more

'Cause sometimes it's easier to end your own life
Than keep waiting on times' uncertainty

His vocal performance on this song is extremely average due to the granuloma in his vocal chords, his normally pleasant breathy baritone voice, struggles to keep a note together. He continues churning through the second verse, the music renaming the same, with the soft piano keys introduced at the start of the third. Hernandez leads the rest of the band to the instrumental break of the song, his repetitive guitar melody continuing along with the even-eighths drumming. Charlie Lowell gets a chance in the spotlight too, getting a decent amount to enchant the audience with his rhythmic key changes.

He spent weeks, lost at sea until the new year
His wife received a call, accepting the long distance charges
As she waited for the call to be connected
She saw a news report on the TV
The call and the news report were both about Gray Young

'Cause sometimes it's easier to end your own life
Than keep waiting on times' uncertainty

Now his friends finally respect him, share memories of the man on a Thursday night
At the bar properly called, Gray Young's Tavern
And his wife teaches his kids to love their dad
As the man who never gave up on his dream
And lived life so bold

Hernandez shows his displeasure in his singing, solely by his facial expressions after every note he knows he failed to hit up to par as it sounded on the album recording. A few light background vocals are provided by his backing guitarist currently on the telecaster, providing timely riffs. The song ends much as how it's been throughout, with the march drum patterns and consistent acoustic guitar melody ending in a swift motion. The stage lighting dims, although the audience applauds his performance, he turns his back to look at his bandmates, shaking his head. His guitar tech who was waiting by the side stage, quickly runs in to take the dobro from Ryan, handing him his signature Martin acoustic guitar model for the next song. He adjusts the strap to his shoulder while turning back to face the audience. Not much for words tonight as most know him to be on stage, he simply says into the back, "Thank you. This is the current single, I hope you enjoy it."

As quickly as those words escape his lips, he begins to play the opening acoustic chords to California's Sweet Unknown. The melody is light and breezy, only appropriate that the lighting schemes act like the sun shining down on the band. Ryan doesn't open his mouth as loud as he does on the album version of the song, to really lift the song, but thankfully his backing guitarists and bassist all sing as loud as they can behind him, the opening verse.

I'm on the road to redemption
Packing all my bags and moving out west
With a single guitar
And an arsenal of songs in my heart

About 90 seconds into the track, after the first chorus, Ryan points over to guitarist David Ryan Harris, who's playing twangy electric guitar leads, sounding loose and jammy, which plays simple with the drum beat and acoustic chord progression.

Don't you ask me where I come from
I've buried who I was
Inside a hotel room somewhere in West Hollywood

I'm not ashamed of who I was
I'm just looking for the sun that comes
After the Gold Rush 'cross California

'Cause if you wanna be free, gotta go it alone
And if you wanna go home, gotta build your own
'Cause you never will find what you're searching for
'Til you open the door to the sweet unknown
In the sweet unknown

The electric and acoustic guitars, the mercurial pedal steel, keys, honey-sweet harmonies packed underneath, and focused drum pattern melts into one another like they were meant to sound this way all along. That point becomes clear in the last moments where we get an extended instrumental outro, each musician taking turns in the spotlight doing what they know best, before unselfishly passing it along to the other. It's only appropriate that the last one to memorize the crowd is Ryan Ross Hernandez himself, giving us another effortlessly groovy laced guitar solo. It is a pleasant way to end things, Ryan forces a smirk, still a but discontent at his vocal showing for the evening. The audiences gives him a round of applause, the singer-songwriter humbly nodding at them and giving them a wave of his hand. Over the applauds he quickly says into his microphone before, rushing off stage, "Thank you Chaos Awards. I will see you all again in a year."