A/N: Yet another chapter! YAY! I decided to update since I got some reviews
and since I have a 4-day weekend! WOOHOO! I don't own Escaflowne or the
songs BUT I DO OWN MINAMI! She's my original character. READ AND REVIEW!
The next night, at seven, Napalm Rain was onstage. They were tuning up. Chesta watched eagerly. A large crowd had gathered. Dilandau turned to his band. "Alright guys. We absolutely, CANNOT screw this one up!" They nodded. Dilandau turned to the microphone. He licked his lips. The bass started, soon joined by a few drums. The albino opened his brilliant eyes for the crowd and began, his voice carrying the song perfectly.
"Where do I take this pain of mine? I run, but it stays right by my side. So tear me open, pour me out. There's things inside that scream and shout. And the dirt still stains me. So wash me, until I'm clean. It grips you, so hold me. It stains you so hold me. It hates you so hold me. It holds you so hold me. Until it sleeps. So tell me why you've chosen me. Don't want your grip don't want your greed. I'll tear me open, make you gone. No more can you hurt anyone. And the fear still shakes me. So hold me until it sleeps. It grips you so hold me. It stains you so hold me. It hates you so hold me. It holds you so hold me. Until it sleeps. I don't want it. So tear me open, but beware. The things inside without a care. And the dirt still stains me So wash me till I'm clean. I'll tear me open, make you gone. No longer will you hurt anyone. And the fear still shapes me. So hold me, until it sleeps.
Until it sleeps"
The crowd exploded into applause. Twenty-dollar bills were thrown into the tip jar. The band was exhilarated. They'd never had such an audience. A young woman walked up to Dilandau, who was putting his guitar back into its case. "Wow, you're really good. What's your name?" He looked up and his eyes widened. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had deep blue-violet eyes with thick lashes, pale skin, white hair down to her waist, nice chest.he shook his head. "Dilandau," he said. "Cool. Mine's Minami. Napalm Rain, huh? Wicked name." "You like metal?" "Hell yeah! Do I LOOK like a pop fan to you?" She wore numerous wristbands, most were either black or red. Some were thin, others thick. Some were leather with metal studs and spikes while others were simple with pyramid studs. She wore a black tank top and cutoff jeans. A chain was around her neck but whatever the charm was it was under her shirt. "You wanna grab a drink later?" she asked casually. "Sure." Folken stepped out of the shadows and approached the singer. "Dilandau Albatou, I presume. I am Folken Fanel. Your band has impressed me. I am willing to offer you a contract." Dilandau's eyes widened immensely. "C-contract?" "Yes. Napalm Rain will record and sell records. You will become famous, go on tours and become the best rock stars the world has ever seen." Dilandau was shocked beyond belief. "Tomorrow, my driver, Jajuka, will escort you to the recording studio. Be up by eight." With that, he left. Dilandau turned to his band, which had been watching. "WE'RE GOIN TO A RECORDING STUDIO!"
A/N: Another chapter! And another sneak preview! What do you get when you combine alcohol, perverts and a power-outage? MY NEW FANFICTION! Which I will publish when I get some reviews for the ones I have up already. READ AND REVIEW! Please! If you can figure out what song this is, simply say so in a review and I will put a bigass congratulation thing for you in the next chapter.
The next night, at seven, Napalm Rain was onstage. They were tuning up. Chesta watched eagerly. A large crowd had gathered. Dilandau turned to his band. "Alright guys. We absolutely, CANNOT screw this one up!" They nodded. Dilandau turned to the microphone. He licked his lips. The bass started, soon joined by a few drums. The albino opened his brilliant eyes for the crowd and began, his voice carrying the song perfectly.
"Where do I take this pain of mine? I run, but it stays right by my side. So tear me open, pour me out. There's things inside that scream and shout. And the dirt still stains me. So wash me, until I'm clean. It grips you, so hold me. It stains you so hold me. It hates you so hold me. It holds you so hold me. Until it sleeps. So tell me why you've chosen me. Don't want your grip don't want your greed. I'll tear me open, make you gone. No more can you hurt anyone. And the fear still shakes me. So hold me until it sleeps. It grips you so hold me. It stains you so hold me. It hates you so hold me. It holds you so hold me. Until it sleeps. I don't want it. So tear me open, but beware. The things inside without a care. And the dirt still stains me So wash me till I'm clean. I'll tear me open, make you gone. No longer will you hurt anyone. And the fear still shapes me. So hold me, until it sleeps.
Until it sleeps"
The crowd exploded into applause. Twenty-dollar bills were thrown into the tip jar. The band was exhilarated. They'd never had such an audience. A young woman walked up to Dilandau, who was putting his guitar back into its case. "Wow, you're really good. What's your name?" He looked up and his eyes widened. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She had deep blue-violet eyes with thick lashes, pale skin, white hair down to her waist, nice chest.he shook his head. "Dilandau," he said. "Cool. Mine's Minami. Napalm Rain, huh? Wicked name." "You like metal?" "Hell yeah! Do I LOOK like a pop fan to you?" She wore numerous wristbands, most were either black or red. Some were thin, others thick. Some were leather with metal studs and spikes while others were simple with pyramid studs. She wore a black tank top and cutoff jeans. A chain was around her neck but whatever the charm was it was under her shirt. "You wanna grab a drink later?" she asked casually. "Sure." Folken stepped out of the shadows and approached the singer. "Dilandau Albatou, I presume. I am Folken Fanel. Your band has impressed me. I am willing to offer you a contract." Dilandau's eyes widened immensely. "C-contract?" "Yes. Napalm Rain will record and sell records. You will become famous, go on tours and become the best rock stars the world has ever seen." Dilandau was shocked beyond belief. "Tomorrow, my driver, Jajuka, will escort you to the recording studio. Be up by eight." With that, he left. Dilandau turned to his band, which had been watching. "WE'RE GOIN TO A RECORDING STUDIO!"
A/N: Another chapter! And another sneak preview! What do you get when you combine alcohol, perverts and a power-outage? MY NEW FANFICTION! Which I will publish when I get some reviews for the ones I have up already. READ AND REVIEW! Please! If you can figure out what song this is, simply say so in a review and I will put a bigass congratulation thing for you in the next chapter.