03-29-2020, 01:15 AM
Aiden finished Stupid Love and the band launched right into Gods and Monsters. The Blarney Stoned cover was much more upbeat and less… ‘coke-whore’ than Lana’s version. Oh, he respected her career, but it was no secret that she had enjoyed the wilder substances. Aiden never touched the stuff. Just weed, Adderall, nicotine, caffeine, and whiskey.
Kyle Rice, the bastard, took the transition between to two songs to show off. Aiden sought the void and tried to play it off like that was the plan. But then he kept going.
A five-minute drum solo was far too long.
Period.
Aiden embraced the Source and wove together a few threads of Water, unceremoniously dumping a gallon of liquid on Kyle’s head. The audience seemed to think it was part of the act, despite Kyle’s death glare. Aiden took that moment to alter the Weave and moved it over the audience. Bubbles and snowflakes seemed to materialize out of nothing, although it was the work of the One Power. The flashing lights hit the ethereal effect perfectly. The entire dance floor looked like it was covered with disco balls and glitter, but it was nothing more than the Water weave. Aiden wished he had access to the Power during Blarney Stoned’s first run as a band.
“Yes, you beautiful people! Dance, dance, dance!” Aiden hollered over the microphone and moved right into the opening verse, “In the land of Gods and monsters, I was an angel, Living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, Shinning like a fiery beacon!”
The crowd roared louder, sweaty bodies pressing into each other. They ate it all up. A broad smile appeared on Aiden’s face as he continued his song, “You got that medicine I need. Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.”
Kyle Rice, the bastard, took the transition between to two songs to show off. Aiden sought the void and tried to play it off like that was the plan. But then he kept going.
A five-minute drum solo was far too long.
Period.
Aiden embraced the Source and wove together a few threads of Water, unceremoniously dumping a gallon of liquid on Kyle’s head. The audience seemed to think it was part of the act, despite Kyle’s death glare. Aiden took that moment to alter the Weave and moved it over the audience. Bubbles and snowflakes seemed to materialize out of nothing, although it was the work of the One Power. The flashing lights hit the ethereal effect perfectly. The entire dance floor looked like it was covered with disco balls and glitter, but it was nothing more than the Water weave. Aiden wished he had access to the Power during Blarney Stoned’s first run as a band.
“Yes, you beautiful people! Dance, dance, dance!” Aiden hollered over the microphone and moved right into the opening verse, “In the land of Gods and monsters, I was an angel, Living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, Shinning like a fiery beacon!”
The crowd roared louder, sweaty bodies pressing into each other. They ate it all up. A broad smile appeared on Aiden’s face as he continued his song, “You got that medicine I need. Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.”
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