AN~ so, the third story of. . . I'm gonna call this series the Twin Chronicles. I like it. Got a nice ring to it. Anyway, this is the third installment of the Twin Chronicles. Hope you enjoy!
Nyx.
"Nyx! She's on!" my head perks up. It's been two days since I watched Styxx fly away from me. Two days of being twin-less, but I'm the one who chose to stay. I look up from the laptop I'm borrowing from Kitty to write a report. Professor started classes here at the institute, employing a few tutors who were completely un-biased. It felt good to be doing well in my classes again.
I look around the Rec. Room, nearly everyone is here, eyes glued to the TV. I look to the screen, Styxx's face shines like a beacon, her blonde hair, pale skin and periwinkle eyes. The face that looks exactly like mine. She's smiling, I know she's happiest on stage. Thats were she's most natural. She has no make up on, and I notice her nails have been painted a bright neon green that matches her bangles and shirt. She was wearing black skinny jeans and black leather boots that laced up to her knees. Her hair was in two French braids, and over her neon shirt she was wearing a leather biker jacket.
"Are you guys ready?" Styxx asks the crowd, there was a huge roar. The camera splits to a shot of the crowed, a sea of people shoulder-to-shoulder and a mosh-pit on the ground. "We're going to start with a brand new song! I hope you guys like it!" there was another deafening roar and then it gave a shot of Thos.
His white blonde hair was pulled into a low pony-tail, the tip still diving past his shoulder blades. He had on a black wife-beater and loose-fitting ripped up jeans that fell over his combat boots. He looked completely zen as he strummed his acoustic guitar effortlessly in the lazy pace of Styxx's newest song. As she sang, the crowed seemed to blend together.
Even enemies would have hugged each other in the presence of Styxx's voice. Her words floated through the crowed. It was easy for her. No sweat. I watched in amazement at the hauntingly beautiful lyrics she and Thos were singing transformed the crowd. His bass voice harmonizing with her alto one, mixing together and then easily pulling apart. She didn't dance around to this song, she stood still, facing the crowed as she told a story through her music.
I'd heard this song in it's earliest stages, back when Styxx and Thos were writing it. Styxx had explained it to me like this:
"The whole concept of the song is this girl sees her best friend's car crash on TV, and she's driven mad by the death. She starts to see him every where and she can hear his voice through the dial tone of her phone. She's going crazier and crazier until one night shes on the roof of her ten floor apartment building. She calls her other friend's phone, tells him what she's going to do and she jumps. The friend gets there and she's gone. But she left a message on her phone:
'Too Much Time Has Passed'
the friend remembers the pact they all three made when they were little:
'If one of them dies- they all do'
and he jumps himself. A pretty morbid song but the massage- be careful what you say because one day you'll have to act on it."
I can hear her sing the lyrics of the mad girl and her messed up head. The faces of the crowed is difficult to read. They looked creeped out by the song, but excited that she's written a new one. They mostly look happy.
Soon the song ends and Styxx glides into another one. This time the crowed is singing along, the song is We Are Young by Fun. Most have gone into that trance-state. Where they simply shut down everything but their hearing and sight. They throw their heads back and stare at the ceiling as they writhe and dance beside the people around them whom are doing the same thing. The mosh-pit has gone completely mad, everyone slam-dancing and girls sitting on the shoulders of their boyfriends. The people at the very front are begging for Styxx to reach down and touch their outstretched hands, begging for her to notice them.
Styxx parades around the stage, going over the the back-up singers and slinging an arm around one, then going over to Thos and twirling his hair, or even stage flirting with the electric guitarist, Jack. This drives the crowed into ecstatics. Whats funny is that Jack is gay. He plays along, even giving Styxx a wink, Thos glares at Jack from the background. The stage is Styxx's playground, the place where she rules.
The song ends and theres a pause before the TV cuts to a commercial. I know that right now Styxx would be getting a drink from a room-temperature water bottle, and tossing one to Thos. She'd be apologizing to Jack's boyfriend, Aaron. She'd be stretching her legs and cracking her knuckles and back.
The commercial break ends and it's back to Styxx. Her face is sweaty, but she's still smiling. The song begins and a hush falls over the crowed.
"Can.. (anybody find me somebody to love?)
(ooh...)
ooh...
Each morning I get up, I die a little
Can't barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
(Take a look at yourself, in the mirror, and cry! Yeah, yeah)
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
(ooh, ooh believing you)
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
(I just can't get no relief, Lord!)
"Somebody, (somebody), ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me -
(anybody find me)
Somebody to love?
Yeah.."
The crowed seems to wake up, and start to cheer and scream and yell that they love the song, that they love Styxx, and they want to listen to this song forever.
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
(ooh, ooh, this prison cell)
Some day I'm gonna be free, Lord!
(One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!)
The crowd continued to screech until Styxx hits the high note on the head. Then they went into madness. The song finished nearly unheard because of the crowd. Styxx waited for a minute until they calmed down enough. Then she pointed to Danny, the drummer.
BOOM BOOM, slish! BOOM BOOM, slish! BOOM BOOM, slish!
The crowd took the beat and it sounded like thunder and lightning going off and bouncing back from every direction. I thought the people in the mosh-pit where going to loose their heads when the drums started. Then Styxx started to sing.
"Buddy your a boy make a big noise playing in the street gonna be a big man someday,
Got mud on your face, you be disgrace,
Kickin' your can all over the place singin'-"
Styxx cut off her words and pointed to the crowed. The called back:
"WE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!" there was a pause, then, "WE. WILL. WE. WILL. ROCK YOU!"
This back-and-forth continued until Styxx slid into, We Are The Champions. The song ended, and the keyboardist picked up the next song immediately. Then the drums and electric guitar joined in. Then Styxx sang.
"On the street, where you live,
Girls talk about their social lives.
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint,
A touch of sable in their eyes
(All your life) All your life all you've asked
When's your Daddy gonna talk to you
But you were living in another world
Tryin' to get a message through."
Styxx pointed behind her to Thos, who had changed to an electric guitar, and Jack. They were battling for the lead part in the song, each looking determined and neither backing down.
Styxx said the lyrics, actually going to the very edge of the stage and giving high-fives to people. This caused a surge from the people behind and Styxx jumped away. Like a skittish cat. Bon Jovi's hit, Runaway, ended and Styxx took a moment to get a drink and then spoke.
"Hey, guys! How are you so far?" she yelled. There was an enormous scream from the crowed, which only made Styxx smile even bigger. "Thats good to hear! Now, we'll be taking a short break! Visit the concession stands- this place isn't free!" her smile widened. "I'll see you in five!"
Then she marched off stage. Thos followed, then the back-up singers and the dancers, and then the rest of the band. Styxx's army. A force to be reckoned with.
AN~ So sorry that this really didn't have anything to do with the story, but I wanted to write it, and I had to start somewhere. I turned this out in about and hour and a half from twelve midnight to one-fifty-eight with breaks. Be proud of me! Hoped you liked!