Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight, Laika, or anything (Accept my characters Michael, Anna and Carl).
It had been a while since I'd seen Edward, he'd left me about a year ago. A part of me still hangs onto him, but the rest is glad he did, if he didn't I wouldn't have become me. I'm in a band called Sacrifice of Life. It sounds morbid I know, but we are who we are.
There's Michael, he is the best guitarist you'll ever hear, and he's also the best singer, he plays lead guitar and male vocals. Then there's Anna, she's the best base player and piano artist out there. I loved her like a sister. On drums was big Carl, who thrashed on the skins like no other. And then there was me. I played secondary guitar and I was the lead singer.
And yes we were all vampires, but that wasn't important. What was important was that when we were semi famous. After I was changed we headed to L.A. and it was like a dream, in our everlasting day.
Today, we were doing a music video. I was wearing a long red dress, the top was a red corset with tiny thin beads sewn onto it, the skirt was long, it dragged across the floor at the bottom, plain red silk. The guys were wearing simple black shirts, black ties, black pants and black converse. Anna was wearing the same as me, but in black, without the fancy beads and without the skirt and with pants. Anna never wore skirts.
We were all on a stormy beach, aka an L.A. set, standing on huge rocks. The director was telling me that I had to look as if I was searching for something. I wasn't paying attention. I never did, I just stood there, looked evil and gloomy, sang and everyone loved it. Unfortunately they wanted our eyes black and all of us had recently fed. That meant one dreadful thing. Contacts.
"Ok, so when I shout action, I want you all to start playing, remember this video can make or break you." I rolled my eyes while looking at Anna. She gave me that twisted smile that freaked everyone out apart from her vampire family.
Suddenly the director shouted action and we began.
I looked straight into the camera, keeping my head down and looking up slightly. Once the introduction finished I began singing.
Must have been the devil who changed my mind
Must have been the wind blowing not me crying
Half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind
Now I'm back, angelheaded holloweyed
Placed myself at the eye of the storm
Just didn't see the signpost to scorn
The blue sky wrinkled through my tears
Then darkness grounded all my fears
I gave him my sugar; he switched it for salt
Should have seen him coming that's always my fault
There was a slight instrumental at this part, I leaned my head to the right, looking down, when I knew it was time for me to sing again I looked back up at the camera and began again.
Rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed
For better or worse I left him for dead
But two rivers to each other run
Words that shook me like the kick of a gun
Had something in my heart ain't got no name
Turned out he felt the same
Ain't it lonesome, ain't it sad
I was the only happiness he ever had
By Indian River the vows were said
In a red devil's dress I was wed
Anna came in with her singing part. She sounded slightly demented as she sang, but it gave the song edge.
Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone
Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone
Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone
Kitty cat bone kitty kitty cat bone
Kitty cat bone kitty kitty cat bone
Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone
The camera panned around to see her, as she sang she made that twisted little smile.
Bitches baby round lady
Came to me in a dream
Them lightning struck and thunder roared
And nothing was as it seemed
A two-headed doctor walked on the water
And buried a lemon outside my door
He turned and laughed, threw up his hands
When I asked him what it was for
He sang "Ships in the ocean rocks in the sea
Blond-headed woman made a fool outta me"
Then everything went crazy
My shoes filled with blood
The water rose the wind it howled
The river looked ready to flood
I left my man asleep to drown
And ran without looking back around
As it said 'Ships in the ocean, rocks in the sea, blond-headed woman made a fool outta me' Michael sang along with me, as if he was the two-headed doctor.
Ring the bells of mercy
Send the sinnerman home
The keys to the kingdom are lost and gone
And I'm left to die alone
All these girls grown old now
All that long hair in the grave
Realize what's done is done
It's far too late to be saved
We stopped again, letting the drums and guitar take over for a while. Then for the end of it, me and Anna did the outro, her singing what she had sung before, me singing another part that contrasted with hers.
Here kitty kitty kitty
Here kitty kitty kitty
Here kitty kitty kitty
Here kitty kitty kitty
(Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone)
(Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone)
(Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone)
(Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone)
Here kitty kitty kitty (x19)
(Kitty cat bone, kitty kitty cat bone) (x19)
Here kitty kitty kitty
The camera panned away, with all of us looking up at it eerily.
That was the last thing we had had to shoot. Everything else had been shot earlier. We got off the rocks and walked towards the director. "You know even when you don't listen to direction you're still able to make the music video look amazing. That's a wrap people!" She shouted to everyone else.
Michael walked over to me. "So, what's next? Anything we have to do tonight?"
"Just the gig, then we can relax." I said.
We got into the tour bus and started to get ready into our first outfits. I was wearing a pair of black skinny fit jeans and one of our tour t-shirts, under the tour t-shirt I wore a white silk blouse. Anna was wearing black skinny flares, another black corset and a black jacket. Michael wore very baggy black jeans with a metal chain hanging to his side and a black shirt. And Carl wore black jeans and another of our tour t-shirts.
As we got to the venue, we walked in and walked through to the mosh pits. We always wanted big entrances. This time we blended into the crowd and then slowly when the music began, we kicked up a fuss, connected ourselves to the harnesses provided and rose through the air to the stage.
The supporting band began. It was show time.
A.N.- Ok I like this better than Songs with Meaning. Review with your thoughts.
Playlist- Laika- Black Cat Bone.