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(OOC: I'm going to do this in 3 or 4 parts. I hope you enjoy it.) It is midnight. The full moon shines upon the crowd, illuminating it's vastness. Discovery Park was packed with fans who were awaiting the homecoming of the Sacramento, California band, Reported Failure. The stage moderately sized and all the gear was set up. The only thing missing was the band. Although some of them would have loved to skydive in, drive in on a hummer, or have massive explosions behind them as they arrived, they were backstage awaiting their cue to start the show.
Their cue came. There was no introduction. Cleverly, and hooded under a pitch black cloak, Robert Edwards sneaked to his drum set and began to play. In black and behind his drums no one could really tell that he was there. The crowd, however went wild at the sound of any music. The rest of the band was still hidden in the shadows, but their instruments were in hand. They began playing a steady, mid tempo melody. This went on for some time. The music and seemingly empty stage built suspense. Then, all at once Matt, Vin, and Billie jumped onto stage, the crowd went wild, and there was an explosion of music that led into the first song!
The Cure to Growing Older
Destroy… Destroy… Destroy…
Lets blow this off
And sink into our melodies
Too bad were long gone
We’ve been destroyed by our endless tragedies
The bombs go off, the war never ends
My time is up in this hospital bed
Oil and blood are all I can send
To my family before im dead
So lets destroy it all!
Lets just start over
Before we die I’ll meet you in a place…
Where we never fall
Where the world stays sober
Where these melodies are the cure to growing older
The cure to growing older
The world fights, darkness descends
We try to turn on the amps before this ends
So bring on the city streets, in the dark I welcome all
Anyone who can sing along
So steal some cars, you don’t have to go far
We’ll sing this out before the fall
So lets destroy it all!
Lets just start over
Before we die I’ll meet you in a place…
Where we never fall
Where the world stays sober
Where these melodies are the cure to growing older
The cure to growing older
The first song was and straight up punk rock. The band warmed up the crowd, most of whom were singing along to Reported Failure's latest single. The song ended, and Billie grabbed the mic. "Sacramento!," he yelled. "How are we doing? It's been too long. We are thrilled to be home. We are Reported Failure, and we all are a post-grunge catastrophe,". This led Billie to begin playing the mellow opening riff to the title track of the band's latest album. The song was more layed back than the first. However, when it reached the halfway point, Reported Failure broke things down. Vin played a dynamic rtockstar knee slide worthy guitar solo, and the crowd exploded. Every line came out of Billie Beckett's mouth with passion, vigor, and energy. Vin and Matt helped out by singing the parts of the song that were recorded with Jason Smith and Suburban Sunrise. The first two songs were very much an introduction to what was to come. What was to come was the fantastic remainder of the Post-Grunge Catastrophe.
 
Post-Grunge Catastrophe
Wake up and look at the sun
It'll be gone by the time this is done
We'll sit back and look at the stars
Until were one
Drive until this town's gone
Go somewhere where the lights are still on
Look back at the world that we knew
It's all gone, its all gone
Now this world’s a new society
Where people come and go just to feel free
Just to feel free
Are we a post-grunge catastrophe?
Making our dreams while the city sleeps
I've heard maybe were to young now?
Are we a post grunge catastrophe?
Making a scene out in the streets
Your city is ours now!
Go find a better reason
Go find another scandal to stick to us
In the hope we’ll be gone
In the hope we’ll be gone
We know youre not important
You missed the boat long ago
So just give up
Just give up
Are we a post-grunge catastrophe?
Making our dreams while the city sleeps
I've heard maybe were to young now?
Are we a post grunge catastrophe?
Making a scene out in the streets
Your city is ours now!
Now scream (scream)
Tell everyone to run and hide
Cause we’ll change your children
We’ll get em on drugs.
We’ll destroy this hotel room
Were just low life thugs
Were not the new movement
Our 15 minutes are over…
Over
This catastrophe will swallow all my friends
I dream a dream of broken down cars
Vinyl records, and where we kill the trends
So lets dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream!
Are we a post-grunge catastrophe?
Making our dreams while the city sleeps
I've heard maybe were to young now?
Are we a post grunge catastrophe?
Making a scene out in the streets
Your city is ours now!
Edited by user 18 May 2011 14:24:13(UTC)
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