M.James, Live at Irving Plaza - Friday, 22nd of September



The room is warm, too warm. M.James is stood in the bathroom back stage. The tap is running quickly, the occasional splash of water hits his tan coloured chinos, leaving the odd dark mark here and there. He slowly places his hands under the cold water, letting the water flow over them and down the drain hole. He cups his hands and then gently splashes it onto his face, wincing as the cold water quickly runs down his face and drips off his nose and chin. He takes in a long breath and then sighs. He pulls a few paper towels from the dispenser and gently dabs his face dry and ruffles his hair as he stares at himself studying his features. He would probably be a reasonably attractive guy if he wasn't so thin...

A knock on the door brings him back to reality. A broad New York accent screeches something which seems incomprehensible to M.James, he quickly unlocks the door and faces up to the maker of the noise. A short, stumpy woman wearing a pair of dazzling red glasses is glaring at him. "You gonna hurry up then?" she screeches at him, "you're on in like 2 minutes!" He nods at her and pushes through the slight crowd that has formed since he had entered the bathroom so that he could get over to his guitar. He picks it up and slowly runs his fingers down the length of it and pulls the strap over his head. He lets it hang freely so that he can tighten the strap slightly. He can feel one singular droplet of sweat rolling down his forehead, it runs down between his nose and eye and onto his lip. He subconsciously licks his lips and winces as the salty bead of sweat is swept into his mouth.

The short, stumpy lady with the dazzling red glasses is currently on stage; she is talking about how amazing the singers have been tonight and continues babbling for what seems like a lifetime. M.James is stood on the side staring at her, he can feel his nerves starting to climb. The only thought running through his head right now is how bad an idea this is, how had he managed to talk himself into this?!

"and now! A big guy who hasn't been here before! Give a warm welcome to our Irving Place debutante - M.JAMES!" the small crowd makes a noise as he shuffles onto the stage. There are probably 50 people here, not a large venue by any means, but that is 50 more people in the venue than he wants at this point! He walks over to the stool that has just been placed in the middle of the stage and he stares out into the small crowd. They are restless. He goes to speak but his voice cracks. A slight murmur ripples through the crowd - they are tiring of him already.

He tries again, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. "Hey there." His accent shocks many of the New Yorkers stood expecting a fellow american. "I'm M.James. And i'm from England." There is a cheer from one person at the back of the room. He smiles. He can feel himself relaxing again slightly. "I suppose i should get started at some point then shouldn't i? Got three songs for you today. You all ready?"

And with that, he begins.

Edited by user 25 September 2012 06:25:05(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified

How to Save a Life - The Fray Cover

M.James sits back down and takes a sip of water from a bottle that has just been brought onto the stage for him. He nods in thanks to the guy who just ran it on for him. He gently places it back onto the floor and then scours the audience for a familiar face. He doesn't have any luck, so decides it's time to continue with his set. "Next up, is another personal favourite of mine. It's a really meaningful song, and i hope that i portray this well. The Fray's How To Save a Life!"

He gently plays what sounds like the piano introduction on the guitar, gently strumming and plucking in a way to make the song fit properly. It is gentle and leads perfectly into the soft rasp that M.James uses to start the song off.



Again he can feel himself starting to lift off the seat but he manages to control himself as he starts to pick up the pace of the song, making his voice louder and stronger towards the end of the first verse. The chorus approaches and the strumming gets louder. He stands up and belts out the chorus, lips gently caressing the microphone.



M.James drops down onto the stool again as the song slows back down and he gently whispers the start of the next verse. The people in the audience who know the song are acting as a chorus again, giving him the backing that they would give a star who was doing a world tour. He powers through the end of the verse and straight into the chorus again, with the third verse being much the same as the first and second.



The audience is swaying to the music as M.James lands back on the stool again, the song has slowed down again. He plucks and strums the bridge twice over to lengthen the tension before he goes back in for the final chorus. The audience sing along with him and feels his mouth dry up slightly and his eyes glisten again. He knows what is coming after this song.

OOC: Looks very good :)

OOC: Those are some really great lyrics man! Welcome back! :)