Miko: *is sitting writing the disclaimer with Salt sitting on her shoulder
when a demon approaches*
Demon: I would like to make a bargain with you.
Miko: Uh huh? What's that?
Demon: I will get you the rights to Charmed if you give me the lives of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
Salt: *rolls his eyes and hides in a tree, knowing this could get ugly*
Miko: WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS!!! YOU FREAKAZOID DEMON THING!!! I WOULD RATHER SPEND ALL MY SPARE TIME DREAMING ABOUT HAVING THE RIGHTS TO THE CHARMED ONES THAN TO SEE THEM DEAD!!! GO FIND SOME OTHER DESPIE WRITER TO BOTHER!!! *sends the demon flying with a whack from a huge stick*
Salt: Uh, yeah, so..we still don't own charmed.
All Things Said and Done
Chapter 3: Etyma's rehearsal
Etyma dragged Wyatt all the way to the warehouse she had seen in an ad the previous night, and pulled him inside with her. Wyatt was temporarily blinded by the bright lights that had been strung up all along the warehouse, creating a sort of stage atmosphere. He saw that there were 3 people, and a hell of a lot of instruments. There were 2 boys and a girl. The girl sat behind the set of drums. Her hair was a vibrant pink, and spiked in all directions. One of the boys had blonde hair, and held a bass, while the other had dark brown hair that was down to his shoulders, and was sitting next to a turntable. The boy with brown hair smiled when he saw Etyma, "'Bout time!" he announced in a pleasantly teasing voice. "Yeah, yeah!" she said, walking over, still dragging Wyatt behind her. "Folks, this is Wyatt. I'm staying with his family for a while. He's a friend of mine, so be nice!" Etyma continued with the introductions, "This is Gem," she indicated the girl behind the drums, "Marcus," the boy with the turntable, who had stood and shifted behind his instrument, "And Christian." She pointed to the boy with the bass, who lifted a hand in greeting.
Etyma began hooking up her instrument, and said, "Hey, I assume we're all ready?" she was met with a collective groan, and a "Yes, Master Etyma." From her band. She glared, but laughed. Five minutes later, she had the purple guitar out and hanging from her shoulder in a ready position. She started her song, singing into the mike that Marcus had dragged over for her. "Na na na, na na na na" she started, clearly warming up her voice. Marcus joined in a second later, and both harmonized. Marcus was a low baritone, which set off Etyma's voice perfectly. "Na na na, na na na na." Christian joined in a moment later, his voice a soft tenor. "Na na na, na na na na." With that, Gem clacked her drum stick together, and said, "One, two, one two three go!"
Wyatt, who had the perfect view of them, sat quietly listening. The group seemed to be perfectly together, though he knew that they couldn't have been a band for too long. Marcus started singing, and it was clearly a Linkin Park song. A cover.
"I am
Little bit of loneliness A little bit of disregard A handful of complaints But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars."
Etyma fit perfectly with the song, and even though she didn't have any vocals lines in this one. It was almost as if he was actually watching Linking Park performing, only better.(not to say they are better than Linkin Park, of course!)
"I am
What I want you to want What I want you to feel But it's like No matter what I do I can't convince you To just believe this is real
So I let go Watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause your all that I got"
Marcus really seemed to enjoy this song, and continued with perfection, not missing a single note. Etyma was smiling, like this was the best thing in the world. Christian waited for his slightly higher voice to be needed. He joined in just at the right place.
"I can't feel
The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored"
Christian finished, and once again, Marcus took over.
"I am
A little bit insecure A little unconfident 'Cause you don't understand I do what I can But sometimes I don't make sense
I am What you never want to say But I've never had a doubt It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you For once just to hear me out
So I let go Watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause you're all I got
Once again, Christian started the rather loud part.
"I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
No Hear me out now You're gonna listen to me Like it or not Right now"
They finished the song exactly the way it would be on the cd, and Wyatt clapped, clearly astonished. They were good. Better than good. Etyma smiled, and said, "Ok, sorry Wyatt, but we only have one other song." Christian walked to the keyboard he hadn't noticed earlier, and sat down. Etyma glared slightly at him, but he held up a hand, "It makes me feel important to accompany you." He explained. She nodded. Etyma waited for him to start, and didn't have to wait long. He started playing almost immediately, and Etyma started singing at just the right place.
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Because your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me"
The entire room, even Christian-who barely managed to keep playing-seemed transfixed by Etyma's voice.which is saying something, as all of the band members had already heard her sing this before.
"You used to captivate me
By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand throughout all of these years But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone And though you're still with me I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me"
Her voice gently faded out, and the keyboard stopped. Christian smiled, and jumped up, "Oh, crap, I gotta go!" he said, rushing out the door, and leaving the others to tidy.
Demon: I would like to make a bargain with you.
Miko: Uh huh? What's that?
Demon: I will get you the rights to Charmed if you give me the lives of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige.
Salt: *rolls his eyes and hides in a tree, knowing this could get ugly*
Miko: WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS!!! YOU FREAKAZOID DEMON THING!!! I WOULD RATHER SPEND ALL MY SPARE TIME DREAMING ABOUT HAVING THE RIGHTS TO THE CHARMED ONES THAN TO SEE THEM DEAD!!! GO FIND SOME OTHER DESPIE WRITER TO BOTHER!!! *sends the demon flying with a whack from a huge stick*
Salt: Uh, yeah, so..we still don't own charmed.
All Things Said and Done
Chapter 3: Etyma's rehearsal
Etyma dragged Wyatt all the way to the warehouse she had seen in an ad the previous night, and pulled him inside with her. Wyatt was temporarily blinded by the bright lights that had been strung up all along the warehouse, creating a sort of stage atmosphere. He saw that there were 3 people, and a hell of a lot of instruments. There were 2 boys and a girl. The girl sat behind the set of drums. Her hair was a vibrant pink, and spiked in all directions. One of the boys had blonde hair, and held a bass, while the other had dark brown hair that was down to his shoulders, and was sitting next to a turntable. The boy with brown hair smiled when he saw Etyma, "'Bout time!" he announced in a pleasantly teasing voice. "Yeah, yeah!" she said, walking over, still dragging Wyatt behind her. "Folks, this is Wyatt. I'm staying with his family for a while. He's a friend of mine, so be nice!" Etyma continued with the introductions, "This is Gem," she indicated the girl behind the drums, "Marcus," the boy with the turntable, who had stood and shifted behind his instrument, "And Christian." She pointed to the boy with the bass, who lifted a hand in greeting.
Etyma began hooking up her instrument, and said, "Hey, I assume we're all ready?" she was met with a collective groan, and a "Yes, Master Etyma." From her band. She glared, but laughed. Five minutes later, she had the purple guitar out and hanging from her shoulder in a ready position. She started her song, singing into the mike that Marcus had dragged over for her. "Na na na, na na na na" she started, clearly warming up her voice. Marcus joined in a second later, and both harmonized. Marcus was a low baritone, which set off Etyma's voice perfectly. "Na na na, na na na na." Christian joined in a moment later, his voice a soft tenor. "Na na na, na na na na." With that, Gem clacked her drum stick together, and said, "One, two, one two three go!"
Wyatt, who had the perfect view of them, sat quietly listening. The group seemed to be perfectly together, though he knew that they couldn't have been a band for too long. Marcus started singing, and it was clearly a Linkin Park song. A cover.
"I am
Little bit of loneliness A little bit of disregard A handful of complaints But I can't help the fact
That everyone can see these scars."
Etyma fit perfectly with the song, and even though she didn't have any vocals lines in this one. It was almost as if he was actually watching Linking Park performing, only better.(not to say they are better than Linkin Park, of course!)
"I am
What I want you to want What I want you to feel But it's like No matter what I do I can't convince you To just believe this is real
So I let go Watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause your all that I got"
Marcus really seemed to enjoy this song, and continued with perfection, not missing a single note. Etyma was smiling, like this was the best thing in the world. Christian waited for his slightly higher voice to be needed. He joined in just at the right place.
"I can't feel
The way I did before Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored"
Christian finished, and once again, Marcus took over.
"I am
A little bit insecure A little unconfident 'Cause you don't understand I do what I can But sometimes I don't make sense
I am What you never want to say But I've never had a doubt It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you For once just to hear me out
So I let go Watching you Turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'Cause you're all I got
Once again, Christian started the rather loud part.
"I can't feel
The way I did before
Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal This damage anymore Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
No Hear me out now You're gonna listen to me Like it or not Right now"
They finished the song exactly the way it would be on the cd, and Wyatt clapped, clearly astonished. They were good. Better than good. Etyma smiled, and said, "Ok, sorry Wyatt, but we only have one other song." Christian walked to the keyboard he hadn't noticed earlier, and sat down. Etyma glared slightly at him, but he held up a hand, "It makes me feel important to accompany you." He explained. She nodded. Etyma waited for him to start, and didn't have to wait long. He started playing almost immediately, and Etyma started singing at just the right place.
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Because your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me"
The entire room, even Christian-who barely managed to keep playing-seemed transfixed by Etyma's voice.which is saying something, as all of the band members had already heard her sing this before.
"You used to captivate me
By your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand throughout all of these years But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone And though you're still with me I've been alone all along
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me"
Her voice gently faded out, and the keyboard stopped. Christian smiled, and jumped up, "Oh, crap, I gotta go!" he said, rushing out the door, and leaving the others to tidy.