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Suddenly all at once there was gasping, screaming, booing, crying and even some fainting from the audience.
"I'm sorry," Noodle whispered into the microphone. "If...if...any of you want to get a refund..."
At the word "refund" Murdoc dashed to the center of the stage and nearly ripped the microphone from her hands.
"We're gonna do that best that we fuckin' can," he snapped into the microphone, "and you better fuckin' enjoy it." He turned to 2D and shoved the microphone into his chest, making the singer take a step backwards to compensate. Star Shine, Murdoc decided, was going to be their first song. They didn't really need the bass for it anyway. The Satanist trudged over to the drums, set the tempo, and they started. Noodle, once again, began plucking away at her guitar like a good trained little girl, thinking back to the last time they played this song with Russel and what problems it had caused. Sighing she looked over at 2D. He wasn't enjoying this either. It was all in the way he just...was...There was no passion in his voice like there used to be, his stance was about as limp as one could get before falling over, and his eyes were misted over...perhaps from sadness. But she was good trained little girl and she didn't do anything to disobey Murdoc. She kept playing.
There set, so far, had sucked. Any instrument always being left out, weather it be keyboard, guitar, or bass...all for the drums. It wasn't then that it dawned on them how important the drums were to their music...but it certainly did make the reality of it a lot heavier on their shoulders. Murdoc walked up to the microphone of the now angry crowed. It wasn't just the crowd that was angry though. It was still a show, and a show meant strict business to Murdoc. If the crowd wasn't happy, neither was he. In fact, he tended to feed off the crowds mood. They were angry? Then anger it was.
"We're takin' a bloody break," he snarled, "and you lil' gits better cheer us on for the rest of the show."
2D, who was tapping out the beat to their next song planned, Gravity, stopped and walked off as soon as he heard the word 'break' as if he were a zombie under voice control. Noodle, still having a little respect for the audience sticking around, gave them a quick bow before she joined 2D off stage. However, Murdoc hung around a bit longer, staring out at the audience. So this was what he was giving up. In side he sighed while he flipped them off.
He had lost his home. ...Kong was going to be sold...or destroyed if no one was willing to buy the dump.
His band. Russel was gone, there was no replacing him.
His dreams. Fuck the alcohol and whores...being on stage was when he was alive.
And his love. Would he ever admit it? No...Did he miss him more than anything?
Yeah...
A.N: Short and Simple...just the way I like it.