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OOC:I never got to post this on time so let's play pretend and rewind back a couple of weeks lol.
Forget the clash between the Seattle Seahawks and the New England Patriots. Forget that the
speculation in the run-up to Super Bowl Sunday was all about Deflate Gate and Marshawn Lynch
avoiding fines. The fierce, slightly ratchet 12 minutes of a doppelganging, booty-popping, show stopping,
hair flipping, crowd demanding smize off, appreciatively interluded by a make out session and a
#freethenipple campaign completely took over Super Bowl XLIX--and that was just the looks. Let us not
undermine the damn near perfect vocals despite the crazy choreography with obvious P90X inspirations
and the countless random riffs and runs just to make sure nobody had the slightest opportunity to
accuse them of lip syncing. Maybe after the Parent's TV Council chimes in and decides to try
and ban the duo from ever performing on live television again without close supervision and major
censorship, a performance like this will never be lived again and most likely forgotten, but it has been
established that Rum & Coke will not. But of course, they're always open for a debate. Let's just wait for
Better in Tongues to drop.
Their entrance was as simple as one could get, yet and still god-like. After background vocals announce
Rum & Coke's presence on the stage, they just stand there, looking perfect and ready to eat our hearts
out. Thousands of voices throughout the stadium scream over the mics as the duo ferociously stared
down the crowds, looking into the camera after they got bored of the screaming groundlings, then
looked back at them when they got bored of us. There's nothing like a humble artists who smiles and
waves and is shaken by the response but then again there's nothing like a pair of artists who give no shit
at all since they were expecting it, making us unconsciously long for their acknowledgement. Coke gives
off an uninviting wink, cues the live band and the performance enters beast mode as they perform bits
and pieces of their Pepsi single, "Days in the North".
  
Then there was the voice, Anniken Dahl-Smith's voice to be exact. It was the perfect Norwegian--though
really it sounds straight out of Great Britain--accent to the haunting words. “I know you thought it was
your time, but time doesn't exist” It started, just as a big screen rouse from the stage and began to show
visuals of Rum (representing Coke as well) having her last meal which doesn't look too appealing. "Here
we don't just work for ours," Anniken coos as Rum barbarously looks around right before taking her last
bath. She lies back in the tub contemplating and then curling up into a fetal position. "We claim theirs."
Next thing you know, she steps out of the tub, her back facing the camera, and reaches for a towel,
flashing the watcher with some serious side boob and a quick flash of a nipple before wrapping the
towel around herself. You can hear the crowd roar over the video as this is shown. Duh. Everything fades
out black as Anniken's voice comes back in. "Welcome to a world where no one has anything to lose."
Rum is shown on a beach under the moon, wrapped in a toga with a pail of water. "Welcome to death
row." She gently pours the water out right before the waves crash against her and drags her down.
Next thing you know, the attention on the stage is shifted right back to where it belongs as the lights
come back on. Immediately Rum began to rap the first verse of her hit single, "What Do I Know?" She
struts fiercely across the stage, growling the lyrics at the crowd. Coke began to perform a
choreographed routine holding down the dance all by herself with the kind of energy you'd see in a
movie like Stomp the Yard, as she completely annihilated everything the dance stood for. Rum went on
to intimidate the crowd with the dark lyrics, the song even fusing with "Q&A", arguably one of the best
raps on "Perks of Fame". At the end of the performance she stopped in her tracks, mid-strut, and
shrugged as the music stopped. "But what do I know?" She purred. Dropped the mic. Crowd goes wild.
Duh.
Then comes Coke twirling in as "Sentenced4Life" began. A pause occurs right until the fires shoots up as
Coke begins to powerfully belt the chorus of the song. Background dancers behind them, jump onto the
stage , swinging themselves all over the place wildly to the vocal acrobatics. The kind of vocals Coke
almost never pulled out in the studio, taking the crowd aback and completely stomping on any sign of
that washed up "their all about their looks" debates that anyone on Twitter was most likely having that
very moment. Everyone sounds amazing in the studio but it's rare they sound even better live. Critics
like to nag Coke for holding back on her studio versions but she's saving the "wow" effect for her stage
presence like a true performer.
"Replace" followed the energetic performance in a more laid back way which intensified the murderous
lyrics of the song. As the smooth beat came on to the song and Rum & Coke began to sing their parts,
they danced in a mellow way, switching it up when out of nowhere the drums decided to do something
extra. By the time they got to the end of the second half of "Hotels", the drums finally let loose, going
full beast mode in a solo as Rum & Coke danced even harder, Rum maniacally screaming "REPLACE?!"
Coke adding on in belts, saying things like, "Hotels won’t keep you safe", "Hotels wont erase your fate",
and "I won’t be something these hotels can...", right before joining in with Rum, both pumping up the
crowd with this random burst of energy, soon enough the whole stadium yelling with them as the
tempo sped up and they repeated it more frequently. As Rum continued to lead the crowd, Coke broke
her rhythm to sprinkle deadly riffs on top and soon enough the two began to put those abs to use, belly
dancing like they had been stripped of their spine. You almost get the feeling that this was pure ad-lib as
Coke twirls her finger around on more than one occasion as if she was cuing the live band who was
working hard to keep up but one could never tell.
You would think after such an exerting performance that at least one half of the duo would be
exhausted and they'd take this as a chance to slow everything down. But nope. As it turns out, Rum &
Coke are just full of energy these days and instead, they kept the crowd going, making it even hotter
with the femme fatale anthem "Fun & Games" sans a verse from Coke's fiancé Kidd. To make up for the
lack of Kidd, the song gets a whole new electronic makeover, a challenging one, something that Rum &
Coke could dance to and bring the house down with. That they did. How do I even put this in words?
They were running across the stage, doing flips and at one point splits. There was lots and lots of booty-
popping, every now and then, turning around and branching off into twerking. There was non-stop
stomping going on through the performance and as the chaos continued, Rum & Coke broke it down for
us, getting into a pile squat and ferociously whipping their hair to the point where you could've sworn
somebody's weave had to be on its way out. In simpler words, the performance was next-level shit. They
didn't even bother to slow down towards the end, the whole thing just came to an abrupt stop, lights off
and errthang as the duo began to sing the hook together, a Capella. "It's all just fun & games and I know
you wanna play."
Oh but the gift of life doesn't stop here. A new voice begins to sing slowly, ringing through the stadium
as the crowd tried to guess who. She too was singing a Capella, giving her soft voice a chance to be
identified. "Cause you'll miss hearing my pleas/The silence full of screams/My nails in your back/And
contemplating the fact/That I’m oh so small, but you can still go deep/And come back up wet, like you
just went diving.../Then take a breath/And jump right back in 12 feet" She stops for a second, giving the
crowd time to take in her voice, cheers rippling through the "blindfolded" crowd. "Oooooh, take your
time/You don't have to rush it" The cheers soon enough turn into screams as they finally catch on. But
just for those who haven't gotten the memo.. "'Say it like Ikea!" Aikya sings as some of the stage lights
turn on towards the edge. This pumps up the crowd. "Yea it's nice to meet ya!" More stage lights come
on. "Better start to practice/You'll mention me all day one day!" All the lights immediately turn on,
blinding the crowd as their eyes quickly dilate. Rum, Coke and an army of background dancers march
back in from both sides of the stage. This sets a strict tone for the upcoming song but the exact opposite
happens.
"I LIKE TO BE DEVOURED" Sing the background vocals. The crowd roars as pretty much everyone gets
the gist, Aikya, Rum and Coke doing an intense version of Rihanna's "Birthday Cake" dance just in case.
With the introduction, the flowy music causes the dancers to break stiffness as they fuse ballet with
belly dancing. Rum makes her way to center stage and begins to rap the never before heard song to
Aikya. "How would you like it if I spoke my native tongue?/Can I blow your candles out to a Birthday
song?/How would you like it if I waited the whole night?/Surprise is the prize, got your mind feeling
right" Of course the crowd reacts to this flirtation. Aikya flirts back. "You know I would like it if you
teased me for a bit/Hold me for a minute then just dive right in" With a quick switch she turned to the
audience, flipping her hair on Rum. Rum looks back at Coke and laughs. Aikya smirks as she continues to
sing the song. "La la, free my melody/La la, I want to feel you sing" Everyone on the stage begins to take
the choreography to the floor in a slower motion as the song heats up. They stop and jump right back up
as the hook comes on again. "I LIKE TO BE DEVOURED" Aikya finishes it. "Just to burn calories/Free my
melody" Somehow someway Rum and Aikya find themselves staring right at each other just as things
get intense. Lord. "I LIKE TO BE DEVOURED/Could you do that for me?/ Free my melody" They sing to
each other, inches away from kissing. "I LIKE TO BE DEVOURED", and just like that, the song is over. Rum
and Aikya continues smirking at each other, breathing their thick breath on each other's faces. Aikya
faces turns into a giggle and she gives in and gives Rum a peck on the lips. The crowd cheers in unison
except for that one extra loud dude in the front yelling in his best super-manly football voice,
"FINALLY!!!!"
Rum blushes and Aikya begins to turn towards the stage and take a bow right before Coke
comes up from behind them and says into the microphone, "What are y'all, Kindergartners?" She grabs
Aikya's arms and spends her back around; gently throwing her back on Rum and next thing you know a
passionate make out session breaks out between the two. The audience watches in awe. Except, of
course, for Super-manly Football Voice." WOOH, THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT." After a few good
seconds of pissing the Christians off, Aikya pulls away and takes her bow, causing even the cameras to
shake as all hell breaks loose in the crowd. So much that they had to switch to a bird's eye aim in order
to avoid the shaking.
After Aikya left the stage, humbly thanking the Super Bowl and sharing the most awkward laugh and
wave with Rum & Coke, the arena was brought to a hush with a mash-up of “Failed Escape" and
"Painted Faces" They practically tagged team the performance of the 2 ballads, a new wave of sound
every time as they took turns singing. "Yellow brick road, yellow brick road/To follow it was what I was
told/So I do as I'm told/But I still don't know" sings Coke in her angelic falsetto, then Rum's raspy Cuban
accent takes over, "Who do you think you've fooled?/Who do you think I am/I've caught you on all your
bull/And to expose it I'm determined" They ended the song in perfect harmony, a contrast of beauty
portrayed as they sung together in 2 different styles. "From the start, I admit, I wasn't/But now I'm
aware of painted faces" The piano shares a last few twinkles with the crowd before coming to a gentle
stop.
Then stumbled in a few tribal drums. The show wasn't over yet. The rumble of the music took the crowd
form 0 to 100 yet again as they began their very last song. It all comes to a sudden stop. Coke looks up at
the crowd as the sound of a helicopter fades into the performance, floating right above the stadium.
"But against all of the facts/You say, "Take my hand"/AND WE GO" All of a sudden, Rum & Coke are
jerked off of the stage, pulled up into the air as they sing together and the live band gets right back to
their tribal feel. "Yea, we go/And I hope, that I'm in the know/That I don't get so caught up in the
moment/That I forget to..." At this point, Rum & Coke's microphone are turned off as they are lifted
above the stadium and across the city, the blimp cameras catching the last few glimpses of them.
So, like I was saying, let's wait for Better in Tongues to drop. Edited by user 28 February 2015 08:28:00(UTC)
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