Ada waits on the side of the stage, her guitar in her hand, waiting for the stage hands to finish setting up her piano. She waits until the stage lights go dark, and then walks out to the middle of the stage. "Was ist los, du Wichser?" She whispers into the mic while the lights continue to be off. The few people that know what she's saying let out a roar, while the rest just seem to be confused by what's happening. "I am Ada von W.," Ada continues as one single light above her starts to slowly dim up until all you can see is Ada standing in front of the mic, guitar in hand, the single light causing a shadow to drop over her face, her red hair shining. "And if you have not heard of me, you can go fuck yourself."
She starts playing her guitar, starting off with a quick tune, her hands moving quickly, obvious that she's under a lot of emotion. It's unclear if she's upset or angry, but it's obvious negative. "This song is about my parents. It's called The Divorce."
Schauen Sie über den zerbrochenen Flaschen
Vorbei an den verrottenden Holztreppen
Auszumerzen den Wein-dark Honig-Center
Nicht jeder kann wie Millionäre leben
Schauen Sie durch den Luft-dünne Wände
Zerreißt die Dielen Streifen die Farbe
Fahren Sie über jeden Zentimeter des Raumes
Mit der Geduld eines Heiligen
Schnappen Sie sich Ihre Hut zu bekommen Ihren Mantel
Die Kellertür ist eine offene Kehle
Look past the kitchen cabinets
Go through the chest of drawers
Scrutinize the casements
Rip the varnish off the doors
Dig up the laughing photographs
They are here somewhere or other
Take what you can carry
But let me tell you, father
Still waters go stagnant
Bodies bloat
And the cellar door is an open throat
She finishes the song and smiles, appear to feel much better. You could only see it if you were very close to the stage, but a single tear goes down her cheek. A roar of the crowd goes up. "Danke," She whispers into the mic, trying to keep her voice from wavering. "This next song is about something everybody has gone through. It is called The Death of a First Love." She begins to play the next song. It starts off a little bit slower, but gets faster as she continues to play the intro.
The rain fell all night and it kept me awake
It was still falling by morning
It was hard to take
And you were sleeping on the floor
Breathing free and even
If I ever want to drive myself insane
All I have to do is watch you breathing
And at 5 AM, I turned the radio on
And an old man's voice sang a short, sweet song
And then the static roared again, hungry for blood
I heard the rain falling from the rain spout
Down, down into the sweet, wet mud
And you punched out all the windows
And the wind began to wail
And you gathered your hair behind your head
Like god was going to catch you by the pony tail
And then the old voice crackled through the static
And I felt young and alive
And the hair stood up on the back of my neck
We were rising from the grave, ja ja.
She plays three more songs, most of them in German and then snaps her fingers. The single light above her immediately goes out. "Danke," She whispers into the mic and then walks off stage in the dark as the crowd roars behind her.
Edited by user 11 December 2012 14:16:46(UTC)
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