Dance Party

[Aiden Finnegan]

“You go girls,” Cooper’s voice sounded over the din of fast thumping music. Aiden always had to fight off a fit of laughter whenever he heard that sample. Cooper was so gentle, but the way the producer had manipulated the sample… Well, Cooper just sounded so deep and scary; it was so not him. Still. It worked for this song.

                The techno vibes quieted and Aiden spoke on the microphone over a deep, primal beat, “We are the Morrigan. Deities of the arts and proclaimers of heroes.”

                “Heroes like Aengus,” Siobhan chimed in with that characteristically wolfish grin.

                “Honey, you mean Hunk-gus,” Kyle Rice followed up on cue, hooting and hollering before hollering the next line, “I’d like to make some sweet music-“

                “Our story,” Aiden interrupted artfully, “actually begins long before Aengus, many eons ago.”

                The entire band sang out in unison, their tone inspiring a sense of unity inside all of those that heard it… At least that’s what Aiden would tell himself when he looked back on this evening. What was true was the fact that the band harmonized so easily when they sang out in a ‘ooooooh yeah.’ It was marvelous. Reinvigorated, Aiden continued singing out their own version of this classic Disney tune, “Back when the world was new. The planet Earth was down on its luck and everywhere gigantic brutes called Fomorians ran amok!”

                “It was a nasty place,” Siobhan sang backup, “There was a mess wherever you stepped.”

                “Where chaos reigned and earthquakes and volcanoes never slept!” Aiden hollered.

                “Woo! Sing it boyfriend,” Kyle chimed in.

                “But then along came Lugh!” Sang the entire group.

                “He hurled his god-like spear,” Aiden echoed.

                “He zapped,” called the entire group.

                “Locked those suckers in a vault,” Aiden echoed.

                “They’re trapped- And on his own stopped chaos in its track. And that’s the gospel truth! The guy was too type A to just relax!” Sang the entire group.

                “And that’s the world’s first dish,” Siobhan sang as she riffed on her guitar.

                “Yeah, baby,” Kyle Rice called over the drums.

                “Lugh tamed the globe while still in his youth,” Siobhan answered in song.

                “Though honey it may seem impossible, that’s the gospel truth! On Magh Tuireadh life was neat and smooth as sweet vermouth! Though honey it may seem impossible, that’s the gospel truth!” the entire group sang. They kept singing out in ‘ah’s’ and ‘oh’s’, increasing and decreasing in pitch, giving the entire club the feeling of some unknown temple to a god-king that nobody chooses to remember. The crowd swells and contracts with the tones of Blarney Stoned.