When Morgana entered the club, last on list, she found the band forcing out the fuzzy, unsettling riff to Paranoid. The guitarist, Jack, he said his name was, waved at Morgana and smiled as he sang:
"Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind,
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time."
His voice was nothing compared to hers, and his tones were deeper and made the song flat. She leapt onstage and took the microphone in time for the second verse, and crowed;
"All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy.
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify.
Can you help me...occupy my brain?
Whoah yeah."
Everyone whooped, the ones who had been there Friday the loudest. Everyone except Natalie. She was scowling and taking Michael Ciafatelli's drink order, but was so wrapped up in glaring, she didn't even notice him.
"I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find.
I can't see the things that make true happiness; I must be blind.
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry.
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal.
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state,
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late!"
A surge of applause erupted, and Natalie rolled her eyes as Bosley whistled. Ciafatelli didn't seem to recognize Morgana, which was to their advantage. "Okay," she said, "We have in Floyd fans in here?"
Several people, Bosley and Dylan included, whooped.
"Well," Morgana continued, "I hope you won't think it irreverent if I put my own spin on our next song."
A man entered and sat next to Ciafatelli as the band started up "Run Like Hell." Shooting a suspicious glance at her brother, she poured herself into the lyrics, as she did with every song she sang.
"You better make your face up in your favorite disguise,
With your button-down lips, and your roller blind eyes,
With your empty smile, and your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters,
And the hammers batter down your door,
You better run!"
Something was definitely happening. Men in Italian dress suits were popping up out of nowhere. She caught Dylan's eye, then Alex's, then Bosley's. Natalie was avoiding her. Her loss if she gets killed, thought Morgana, but something twinged inside her.
"You better run all day and run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You better park the car well out of sight.
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box,
You better run!"
Morgana's last bray was shot straight as a warning to Ciafatelli. The music ended, and the twenty-five men stood up and made their way towards the various angels and assassins. Morgana's upper lip formed a dreadful snarl and she hocked and spat a disgusting glob of mucus at Michael Ciafatelli, who jumped back. "Wha...Morgana? You're the...why are you here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," she said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"How can you smoke at a time like this!?" shrieked Natalie.
"This'll be a stretch for you, Blondie," she called, putting her hand on the until now unnoticeable hilt of her rapier, "But trust me!"
A/N: I thought I'd split this up so I could spend more space on the fight scene. This means I didn't get to the Robin Hood reference, but if you've seen the version with Kevin Costner (Prince of Thieves) then you'll catch the line.
"Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind,
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time."
His voice was nothing compared to hers, and his tones were deeper and made the song flat. She leapt onstage and took the microphone in time for the second verse, and crowed;
"All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy.
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify.
Can you help me...occupy my brain?
Whoah yeah."
Everyone whooped, the ones who had been there Friday the loudest. Everyone except Natalie. She was scowling and taking Michael Ciafatelli's drink order, but was so wrapped up in glaring, she didn't even notice him.
"I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find.
I can't see the things that make true happiness; I must be blind.
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry.
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal.
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state,
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late!"
A surge of applause erupted, and Natalie rolled her eyes as Bosley whistled. Ciafatelli didn't seem to recognize Morgana, which was to their advantage. "Okay," she said, "We have in Floyd fans in here?"
Several people, Bosley and Dylan included, whooped.
"Well," Morgana continued, "I hope you won't think it irreverent if I put my own spin on our next song."
A man entered and sat next to Ciafatelli as the band started up "Run Like Hell." Shooting a suspicious glance at her brother, she poured herself into the lyrics, as she did with every song she sang.
"You better make your face up in your favorite disguise,
With your button-down lips, and your roller blind eyes,
With your empty smile, and your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters,
And the hammers batter down your door,
You better run!"
Something was definitely happening. Men in Italian dress suits were popping up out of nowhere. She caught Dylan's eye, then Alex's, then Bosley's. Natalie was avoiding her. Her loss if she gets killed, thought Morgana, but something twinged inside her.
"You better run all day and run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You better park the car well out of sight.
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box,
You better run!"
Morgana's last bray was shot straight as a warning to Ciafatelli. The music ended, and the twenty-five men stood up and made their way towards the various angels and assassins. Morgana's upper lip formed a dreadful snarl and she hocked and spat a disgusting glob of mucus at Michael Ciafatelli, who jumped back. "Wha...Morgana? You're the...why are you here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," she said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
"How can you smoke at a time like this!?" shrieked Natalie.
"This'll be a stretch for you, Blondie," she called, putting her hand on the until now unnoticeable hilt of her rapier, "But trust me!"
A/N: I thought I'd split this up so I could spend more space on the fight scene. This means I didn't get to the Robin Hood reference, but if you've seen the version with Kevin Costner (Prince of Thieves) then you'll catch the line.