Well, I'm back, and yes, another songfic. What can I say? There lots of good music out there, so why not put it into such a suiting occasion? Anyways, enjoy the chapter!
After going through the hassle of presenting me to the staff of the club (enabling use of my luck-power to prevent any bad situation), Bianca was able to pull a few strings to get me to do a performance. I was kind of nervous, to tell you the truth, but I was also somewhat eager to get some attention. I noticed some television cameras set up on the upper level of the club. Who knows? Maybe it will go on the air if I'm lucky (which, I reminded myself, would not be a problem if I could control my power).
I decided to wear some attire, just for the hell of it, and also keeping with the club theme. My clothing consisted of a black T-shirt with crossbones on it (with slits I tore for my wings), faded blue jeans with ripped knees (and a hole I tore for my tail), and a black headband over my hair.
"Alright, all you music fans out there," a voice said over the PA, "tonight, we have a very special surprise in store for you! The man…or should I say, gargoyle…who will be performing…is the strong…" the audience began to get excited, "…the fierce…" My pulse kicked in as I stepped off side of the backstage wall, peering out into the club, "…the powerful…BROOKLYYYYYYYYN!"
The crowd burst into applause as "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen, began to play. I moonwalked out onto the stage, and the cheering got louder and higher. Then, I did a spin as I met the middle of the stage, and simply decided to let my body move in coherence to the rhythm (which, I've learned, is how most successful dancers do it). As the lyrics were to begin, I held the microphone up to my muzzle.
"Ooh, let's go!
Steve walks warily down the street,
with his brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat!
Yeah!"
Everyone in the audience began to clap to the beat of the song, and I vaguely noticed during a spin-move I pulled off that I was on the large screen behind me.
"Another one bites the dust,
Another one bites the dust,
And another one gone, and another one gone,
Another one bites the dust,
Hey, I'm gonna get you too,
Another one bites the dust."
I started to really show off my moves for the brief pause and pull a quick backspin and handspring myself back up.
"How do you think I'm going to get along,
without you, when you're gone?
You took me for everything that I had,
and kicked me out on my own.
Are you happy, are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat!
Another one bites the dust,
Another one bites the dust,
And another one gone, and another one gone,
Another one bites the dust,
Hey, I'm gonna get you too,
Another one bites the dust."
Several people in the crowd were amazed at how well I could both sing and dance. A few in the more open areas began to dance themselves, while several in the cramped space were simply lip-synching.
"Hey!
AWW take it!
Bite the dust!
Bite the dust, hey!
Hey!"
Wow, this was actually turning out a lot better than I thought that it would. And I have to admit, it was kinda fun, too.
"Another one bites the dust,
Another one bites the dust (ow!),
Another one bites the dust (hey-hey!),
Another one bites the dust (heeeyyyy!)
Oooh, shout!"
Throughout the song, there have been random patterns of flashing lights and lasers, all of which appear to change color, shape, strobe, texture, and position in coherence with the music. I didn't know how it worked, exactly, but it was cool nonetheless.
"There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man,
And bring him to the ground;
You can beat him,
You can cheat him,
You can treat him bad and leave him
what he started.
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you,
I'm standing on my own two feet.
Out of the doorway the bullets rip,
repeating the sound of the beat!
Ohhh, yeah!
Another one bites the dust,
Another one bites the dust,
And another one gone, and another one gone,
Another one bites the dust,
Hey, I'm gonna get you too,
Another one bites the dust.
Alright…"
The entire club then began to clap their hands like crazy and scream in absolute enjoyment. It seemed clear that my performance…was beyond excellent.
I bowed my head, "Thank you!" I said into the mic, "Thank you all very much! I'm glad you all liked it! It was pretty cool to be able to—"
"ENCORE! ENCORE!" the crowd chanted in unison.
I look over the sea of waving hands, thinking for a moment. After some consideration, I bring down my eyebrows with a determined smile. "You got it!" I said, "There's more coming your way! It'll be just a second…"
I went off to the backstage area to make preparations for more karaoke.
(XXXX)
Elisa and my clan, meanwhile, after receiving info from Xanatos of my whereabouts, had stopped on their way to Jersey City in a small town. On an isolated street with no bystanders or pedestrians…they all happened to see my performance on a television that was for sale in the shop behind glass.
All of them were in shock as they watched me sing and dance.
Angela folded her arms and shook her head, "…What is he doing?" she questioned out loud.
"Well, it's weird that those people at the bar let him do this." Broadway said.
Goliath's eyes fell to the ground, "He will attract too much attention by doing this, and in attracting too much attention…he will attract Demona's attention."
"What do you think we should do, then?" Elisa asked.
"Well, lass, I believe we must head over to…what do you call…a 'bar', and see if we cannot bring him home." Hudson suggested.
Elisa nodded, "Well…I think that would have been our obvious next course of action, so we—"
Elisa stopped talking at the sound of screaming; the clerk in the shop saw the gargoyles, and frantically picked up his phone, dialing three numbers.
"Uh-oh," Angela said, "we should probably leave before Homeland Security arrives!"
"Then let us take our leave!" Goliath said as the gargoyles took to the skies and Elisa drove ahead of them in her car to lead them to their destination…
Well, it may not have moved the plot very much (or even at all), but I figured it would be nice for ol' Brooky to get some attention from the people in a positive way. So, Goodnight America...er…Goodnight World! The wolf shall return once again to bring to light a new chapter at midnight. Keep holding on…