Willow stood still and stared up at the stage. The various, seizure-
inducing lights seducing her smile and the first sight of the raven-haired
lead singer had her breath caught in her throat.
"Holy shit." Kennedy grinned at the crowd. "Wow. This is amazing. Let's rock, Sunnydale!"
Her fingers formed the bar chord version of A flat. The fine-cut distortion reverberating the lucid notes around the stage. Three heavy hammer-ons and then a slide to the A position. Gliding her hand back to the A flat, three more times and then to the G.
"And she thought that it was over, yeah, she thought that she was done."
Maria jumped forward and ripped out a clean, superb riff in A minor.
"Now you see it in my eyes and you can't stand to know recognition."
Bass patterns drifted over the gyrating crowd as Cera pumped her hand against the thick strings, creating a choreographed silent symphony with her fingertips.
"I knew I had potential. too scared to let it wane. I'll be here when you get home again."
The drum and bass solo rang out through the air, sudden silence caught everyone's attention, stopping their movements. Willow looked around and caught Buffy's eye, they both shrug and turned their attentions back to the stage.
As suddenly as it had ceased, the music began again, the pure mind-blowing vocal skills of Kennedy Lewis blowing the crowd away. Sheer, vivacious, raw and edgy she sang her soul out in the chorus.
"Get me away from all this, Get me away from all this pain, Get me away from this retribution, Coz I don't know where I fit in."
Everyone in the venue cheered and Willow smiled when she saw Dawn dancing with one of her friends from school. A guy with short black hair and a vacant grin. Trust Dawn to pick up the jocks.
"Your face haunted reality."
Her eyes snapped back to the girl dazzling the masses with her mixture of energy and talent. It hadn't eluded Willow that Kennedy was absolutely stunning. Her face giving off a faint, vibrant glow; a body to die for; and a sexiness in her movements that concocted unwholesome images in the minds of guys and girls alike.
"That name so soft and sweet."
'What am I thinking?' willow had screamed at herself internally. 'And why aren't I dancing?'
"Catapulting me into this dream. more like a nightmare."
The astonishing tightness of the band's musicianship brought the crowd to an almost sudden stand still. Like someone had hit the slow motion button, then abruptly the started up again and play was resumed.
"Field signals, mixed illusions, Help me find this that I'm searching for, Some kind of meaning. in this constant dreaming."
Drum break. Michael tore his body left and right, up and down, belting and crashing his way around the snare and cymbals, his foot beating down on the bass pedal.
"Get me away from all this, Get me away from all this pain, Get me away from this retribution, Coz I don't know where I fit in."
After the second chorus a new life spread rampantly through the mob of people dancing to the band's rhythm. They started moving faster, more in time. Like everyone had swiftly found the groove.
As the music started the slow decent into the finale, Kennedy trickled her fingertips, like water against the strings. So softly, gently, like she was stroking a new born puppy.
Her breathing turned into words so quiet that they were almost indecipherable.
"Wasting words, wasting time, Digging deeper into my mind, Trying to be more than just my lie, Forging. a path to take."
Maria plucked out her solo, then proceeded running her pick up and down the strings, catching in the rivets. Cera slapped her hand repeatedly against the top two rope-like cords just over her humbuckers. Michael threw his hands about the kit, closing his eyes, a slight smile graced his features. He could hear how together they were, they were playing the best they /ever/ had.
"Get me away, Get me away. Retribution. Life is generally painful. Dangerously unstable. Destroy me. Consume me. Burn. me. ALIVE."
Kennedy was harmonised by Maria on the last word.
The lights turned sharply and illuminated the masses of people that were making a corresponding amount of noise. As the beam reached the back of the crowd, Kennedy lost her grip on the neck of her guitar as well as that which she had on reality.
'She's here.' Her mind was roaring at her.
Kennedy lowered her head and squinted towards where she'd seen the girl. She had to find her. Find out why she was always lingering in Kennedy's mind.
"Kennedy?" She heard Cera's questioning voice. But nothing seemed as important as finding the girl. The red-headed Goddess with breath-taking emerald eyes. Her hand reached up and blocked the blinding lights from clouding her vision.
Distorted shapes came into play as her pupils resized and readjusted to the new light status. As she became more focused she glimpsed the girl again. Staring straight back at her.
It was the last thing she saw before she realised the look of utter horror on the woman's face. People screaming. Then a feeling of falling. Then black.
"Holy shit." Kennedy grinned at the crowd. "Wow. This is amazing. Let's rock, Sunnydale!"
Her fingers formed the bar chord version of A flat. The fine-cut distortion reverberating the lucid notes around the stage. Three heavy hammer-ons and then a slide to the A position. Gliding her hand back to the A flat, three more times and then to the G.
"And she thought that it was over, yeah, she thought that she was done."
Maria jumped forward and ripped out a clean, superb riff in A minor.
"Now you see it in my eyes and you can't stand to know recognition."
Bass patterns drifted over the gyrating crowd as Cera pumped her hand against the thick strings, creating a choreographed silent symphony with her fingertips.
"I knew I had potential. too scared to let it wane. I'll be here when you get home again."
The drum and bass solo rang out through the air, sudden silence caught everyone's attention, stopping their movements. Willow looked around and caught Buffy's eye, they both shrug and turned their attentions back to the stage.
As suddenly as it had ceased, the music began again, the pure mind-blowing vocal skills of Kennedy Lewis blowing the crowd away. Sheer, vivacious, raw and edgy she sang her soul out in the chorus.
"Get me away from all this, Get me away from all this pain, Get me away from this retribution, Coz I don't know where I fit in."
Everyone in the venue cheered and Willow smiled when she saw Dawn dancing with one of her friends from school. A guy with short black hair and a vacant grin. Trust Dawn to pick up the jocks.
"Your face haunted reality."
Her eyes snapped back to the girl dazzling the masses with her mixture of energy and talent. It hadn't eluded Willow that Kennedy was absolutely stunning. Her face giving off a faint, vibrant glow; a body to die for; and a sexiness in her movements that concocted unwholesome images in the minds of guys and girls alike.
"That name so soft and sweet."
'What am I thinking?' willow had screamed at herself internally. 'And why aren't I dancing?'
"Catapulting me into this dream. more like a nightmare."
The astonishing tightness of the band's musicianship brought the crowd to an almost sudden stand still. Like someone had hit the slow motion button, then abruptly the started up again and play was resumed.
"Field signals, mixed illusions, Help me find this that I'm searching for, Some kind of meaning. in this constant dreaming."
Drum break. Michael tore his body left and right, up and down, belting and crashing his way around the snare and cymbals, his foot beating down on the bass pedal.
"Get me away from all this, Get me away from all this pain, Get me away from this retribution, Coz I don't know where I fit in."
After the second chorus a new life spread rampantly through the mob of people dancing to the band's rhythm. They started moving faster, more in time. Like everyone had swiftly found the groove.
As the music started the slow decent into the finale, Kennedy trickled her fingertips, like water against the strings. So softly, gently, like she was stroking a new born puppy.
Her breathing turned into words so quiet that they were almost indecipherable.
"Wasting words, wasting time, Digging deeper into my mind, Trying to be more than just my lie, Forging. a path to take."
Maria plucked out her solo, then proceeded running her pick up and down the strings, catching in the rivets. Cera slapped her hand repeatedly against the top two rope-like cords just over her humbuckers. Michael threw his hands about the kit, closing his eyes, a slight smile graced his features. He could hear how together they were, they were playing the best they /ever/ had.
"Get me away, Get me away. Retribution. Life is generally painful. Dangerously unstable. Destroy me. Consume me. Burn. me. ALIVE."
Kennedy was harmonised by Maria on the last word.
The lights turned sharply and illuminated the masses of people that were making a corresponding amount of noise. As the beam reached the back of the crowd, Kennedy lost her grip on the neck of her guitar as well as that which she had on reality.
'She's here.' Her mind was roaring at her.
Kennedy lowered her head and squinted towards where she'd seen the girl. She had to find her. Find out why she was always lingering in Kennedy's mind.
"Kennedy?" She heard Cera's questioning voice. But nothing seemed as important as finding the girl. The red-headed Goddess with breath-taking emerald eyes. Her hand reached up and blocked the blinding lights from clouding her vision.
Distorted shapes came into play as her pupils resized and readjusted to the new light status. As she became more focused she glimpsed the girl again. Staring straight back at her.
It was the last thing she saw before she realised the look of utter horror on the woman's face. People screaming. Then a feeling of falling. Then black.