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As the Blood Of Wecz tour bus pulled up to the Dirty Bastard Hotel and Casino, it was hard not too notice just how out of place it looked. A tour bus fit for kings, and here it was, pulling up to the legendary, but tiny dingy little TBD.
Although April had arrived, Mother Nature was yet to oblige, and the snow was slowly falling outside the bus. As it slowed to a stop on the snow covered tarmac, the door opened immediately. Ryan Lee was first to step out of the bus. His Converse sneakers crunched as they came into contact with the white crispy blanket that lay across the car park, and his breath condensed in the air before his eyes. Mark Talley was next to the bottom of the stairs, but just as he was about to step off, a hushed voice called out to him, he quickly disappeared back inside the bus, closing the door behind him.
Ryan stood alone in the car park, a forlorn figure against the winter wonderland that surrounded him. He looked at the ragged old place, and a solitary tear rolled slowly down his face. Ryan used his glove to wipe it away, and sniffed back against his quiet sobbing.
It had been just a year since Ryan's best friend in the world, Eirik Latvallah, had gone missing. The former Blood Of Wecz bassist had not long left the band when he ventured to TDB one afternoon. Refusing to talk to anyone, and complaining that he had severe headaches, Eirik had sat and drunk himself almost comatose. He left TDB early the next morning, and it was the last time anyone had seen him...at all.
Ryan (his voice trembling, eyes filled with tears) - Where the fuck are you, ya big lump?
He laughed slightly and shook his head. This wasn't going to be easy for Ryan, and he wasn't sure he could do it at all. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a piece of paper and read what it said silently. After placing it back in his pocket, Ryan took a deep breath, and as he exhaled he had to fight back the tears again. A slow, crunching of footsteps came closer, and Ryan didn't look round as Scott H stood by his side. Scott too took a long, meaningful look at TDB and shook his head slowly.
Ryan was now shaking like a leaf, standing there in his cammo shorts and Wecz tshirt. Scott put a consoling arm round his shoulder, and beckoned him back to the bus.
Scott - Come on Ry, we can do this for him yeah? The snivelling guitarist looed his friend in the eye solemnly, and nodded his head, a new found determination in his eyes. They walked slowly back to the bus together, and disappeared inside.
...two hours later...
Scott and Ryan are sat at TDB bar. A lot of Wecz fans are asking for autographs, which the band are only too happy to sign. Between the signing, Scott is trying touse his best lines on the girl sitting next to him at the bar, a cute redhead, but she ignores him completely. A tap on his shoulder shakes him from his groove, and as he looks Ryan nods at him, signalling that it's time to go.
Santi, Mark and Maxxi are already onstage by the time the two arrive, and are having a bit of banter with the crowd. Santi has given a guy at the front a drumstick, and is now trying to get it back, reasoning with him, Santi agrees to give it back after the song.
As Scott and Ryan walk on stage, a cheer breaks out from the crowd, Scott shakes hands with some of the guys at the front, as Ryan goes to a roadie to get his seven string Ibanez S series. The PA goes quiet and the cheers are deafeningly loud for such a small venue. Ryan played a chunky DUN DUN DUN pinch combo, and the cheering increased. Scott stepped onto the front monitor as he always does, and adressed his kingdom.
Scott - Alright guys? How are we all doing?? We are BLOOD OF WECZ! It's so good to be here at the Dirty Bastard once again. It's quarter final time in the Delta Tau and we are so stoked to still be in this thing. We wanted to use this like a test of the water type thing, to see if we still had a following after our break, and you know what, you guys have reacted fucking immensely. Give yourselves a huge round of applause. We're only allowed to play one for you tonight...so it has to be something "special", am I right? (the crowd cheer back at him) OK, well I guess we already broke the law in round three, and I fancy doing it all fucking over again, this is your only chance, get fucking moving...the song is not legal, and it's called called PRICE TO....
Crowd - PAAAAYYYYY!!!!! Cheering and screaming.
Santi counts in four quick beats, and the song begins with a 23 second low pitched growl from Scott H, served with a side of blisteringly fast power chords, and a double helping of blast beating and sickening double kick bass. After a minute of this riff, Ryan Lee hits a quick sweep combo three times on the trot, followed by Mark nailing a dive, and then they play tremolo melodies for the duration of the first verse. Reaching the chorus, a quick drum fill is followed by a big pinch, and then the power chords rip through the hear of the marauding moshing crowd, as they and Scott growl the chorus, his low growl sounding more supreme than ever.
Standing together in death! Ripped apart in the fires of the afterlife Will torn asunder they all wept This is their ultimate Price To Pay Gone forever, lost to your god Your sins remembered and never repaid Is the Price to Pay enough to see you Never be alone again!
The instrumental part of the song takes over for the next five minutes, as Ryan and Mark play a section of fretrun melodies that mystify the crowd. They swirl and violently hammer into each other as they cheer for Ryan and Mark, who each take a turn at playing blistering solos, Mark's a bluesy effort, full of bends, and Ryan's a neo classically inspired number ful of runs and sweep picks, including a sweep tap combo that draws massive cheers from the crowd, led by a very pumped up Scott H. Ryan plays most of his solo looking skyward, thinking of his old friend, and it's easy to see the tears on his cheeks.
Through the next chorus, a couple of guys, not used to such a small venue, end up flying onto the stage, one of them just about knocking the drums flying across the stage in the process. Two more sets of verses and choruses follow, before the acoustic tail end of the song starts to play, getting slower, and pluckier as it nears the end. Almost a full ten minutes after the band started playing the song, Scott H is standing with his arm round a Wecz fan in the crowd. Together they scream slowly into the mic...
IS IT ENOUGH....IS IT ENOUGH...IS IT ENOUGH...IS IT ENOUGH...IS...IT...E...NOUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!
On the last "enough" Santi comes back in, playing a huge drum solo as Scott holds the high pitched scream for about 15 seconds. They finsh with a collective flourish, and the crowd cheer and chant.
Ryan walks to the front of the stage, as the band saltue the fans and throw picks to them (Santi returned the drum stick to that guy by the way)
Ryan - That one was for Eirik!! Thanks so much you guys...keep on voting...WECZ!
Ryan kisses his fist and lifts it towards the sky, pointing one finger upwards, and the crowd watch him stand trembling, before the lights dim once again...
(OOC; went for a big change in style here, I hope it works...) |