Nichole gives Sam a quick kiss before situating herself behind her keyboard. Castor pulls Nina close to him and kisses the top of her head, then joins Nichole behind his own drum set.
"What's up, Winnipeg?" Nichole asked calmly into the mic, and she recieved a roar of excitement. "Ah, shit... That's what I like to hear..." She says, playing a couple notes on her piano. "Well, we're Vile Hour--" There's some more cheering. "And we're here with our best friends," She motions to the rest of the group, which recieves even more cheers and applause. "And we're here to ROCK YOUR FUCKING ASSES OFF."
Nichole started playing their first song of the night, Whispers of Grandeur, one of their more well-known songs. A few people in the crowd clearly sang along with the song, which made Nichole absurdly happy. Castor was, as always, dramatically playing the drums, pouring with sweat by the end of the first song.
Nichole grabs the orange juice carton that she had brought up on stage with her and took a huge drink of it. "I'm so fucking punk rock," She said with a laugh as she threw the empty carton out into the audience.
They played a few more songs, some of them more well known that others, until they died down, getting to their last song.
"Alright... This song is on our new album, which is coming out on the 15th." Roar of energy errupted from the audience. "Heh, yeah, it's gonna be badass... Anyway, because this is a song that's never been heard before, we're going to calmly ask you to not record it or anything like that, cool?" She said as she began playing the first few notes of the song. She stopped suddenly and pointed at a man in the crowd. "Turn off that FUCKING VIDEO CAMERA, GOT IT?!" She screamed with a look in her eye like she was going to kill him, watching him until he put down the video camera. Then her normal beaming smile returned to her face as they played the song.
Yeah!
Don't turn, and look at my eyes now
Turn, and take your final bow
Go, kid, get your fucking stuff
You've always been facing the wrong way
Facing towards running away
Go, kid, get your fucking stuff
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
Always been facing the wrong way
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
You're gonna get your fucking stuff
You are radioactive decay
Take the rest of your shit away
You are radioactive decay
Take the rest of your shit away
Ooh, ooooh, ooh...
Oooh, oooh... ooh...
x5
I'll throw your stuff in the streetlights
And give my love the last rites
I'll throw your stuff out the window
Just go home to your bimbo
That car in my driveway?
I'll flip that fucker sideways
Fucker sideways, fuck her sideways
Drive it into the highways
You are radioactive decay
Take the rest of your shit away
You are radioactive decay
Take the rest of your shit away
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
Always been facing the wrong way
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
You're gonna get your fucking stuff
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
Always been facing the wrong way
Always been facing the wrong way, sweetie
You're gonna get your fucking stuff
That car in my driveway?
I'll flip that fucker sideways
That car in my driveway?
I'll flip that fucker sideways
Edited by user 06 November 2012 13:29:37(UTC)
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