Curt Wild (
thewildone) wrote2011-03-27 11:45 pm
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27th Note
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[Curt Wild has something to prove, and that something is that he rocks harder than anyone else, no matter how cursed they are. He also is proving that he looks the best in tight silver pants. The concert is somewhat thrown together considering the band mostly formed the day before, but on the other hand there are suddenly plenty of people able to handle the business end of things and he was able to take his pick of musicians. This is, now, the moment of truth, as he attempts to get through a slower and grungier song than normal, the one he never quite finished recording after that last fight with Brian,the one he forgot during that month of memory loss. There is, surprisingly, no glitter in evidence. Less surprisingly, neither is Curt's shirt.]
Take my hand
Come on and take it now
Take my hand
Let’s get unreal
Come with me
Oh won’t you come?
Come with me
And we’ll find some kind of thrill
Some other thrill
To make it all unreal
All unreal
[ooc: The concert post, as promised here. I just got back from vacation so there will be a lot of backdating because I'm exhausted. Band members
Campbell Bain, ,
Mai, and
Demyx plus
Hanna using fire which I'm sure will totally end well. Very much open to audience members whether groupies or hecklers.]
[Curt Wild has something to prove, and that something is that he rocks harder than anyone else, no matter how cursed they are. He also is proving that he looks the best in tight silver pants. The concert is somewhat thrown together considering the band mostly formed the day before, but on the other hand there are suddenly plenty of people able to handle the business end of things and he was able to take his pick of musicians. This is, now, the moment of truth, as he attempts to get through a slower and grungier song than normal, the one he never quite finished recording after that last fight with Brian,the one he forgot during that month of memory loss. There is, surprisingly, no glitter in evidence. Less surprisingly, neither is Curt's shirt.]
Take my hand
Come on and take it now
Take my hand
Let’s get unreal
Come with me
Oh won’t you come?
Come with me
And we’ll find some kind of thrill
Some other thrill
To make it all unreal
All unreal
[ooc: The concert post, as promised here. I just got back from vacation so there will be a lot of backdating because I'm exhausted. Band members
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Okay...okay, shoot, I don't remember my cue...when am I supposed to let the lasers loose again...I should just do it now...
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[Because you pressured him, he pushes the button for the fireballs RIGHT NOW.]
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Where are my fucking lasers?
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Hanna, what do you mean you don't remember your cues? Didn't you write them down?
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I do know them, I'm just nervous, hold on...
[He then does his job.]
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[She talks to everyone in the room, but is looking over as Hanna when she speaks.]
I still don't think this is a good idea. He's not even a fire bender.
[Which, in her mind, makes him completely incompetent with the job given to him.]
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[Campbell is impatient. He makes his way quickly over to Hanna, and takes a quick break from playing to MASH A LOT OF BUTTONS. HE HAS NO PATIENCE AND HE IS VERY IMPULSIVE SO.....woo?]
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Dude, you're gonna set everybody on fire.
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He's got an obviously second-hand electric guitar, magically, curse-induced, that he's playing fairly decent rhythm guitar with.
He clearly CLEARLY thinks he looks really cool. Poor, disillusioned gangly kid.]
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Occasionally, between songs, Curt will not so subtly point out someone in the crowd.]
What about her, she's cute.
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Aye, she is...will she stay around, do you think? [He winks at her. She doesn't scream. Oh well. Maybe she can't see him properly.]
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That jacket... seriously?
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watching this live taping
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And most of the pyrotechnics are even on cue.]
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....omg someday I will actually get this right and STOP EDITING. >.>
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Not that you can tell that, as he's currently almost completely absorbed in playing his sitar on stage. He's into it, when he plays, but he's grinning like crazy. He is also keeping slight eye out for the lasers.]
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He's totally rocking out on his bass, too. Totally focused, getting right into the music, acting like he's forgotten they're even being watched.]
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