Track 4 - Fucking Cover Bands

"Good evening to our drunken friends, our sober friends, and our passed the fuck out friends!" Anna's raspy voice boomed into the microphone. "We are 'Radioactive Girl'...but we're thinking of changing our name to 'Only Losers Play Covers'!"

"Shut the hell up and play, Lane!" Ariel growled.

Clapping her drumsticks smartly over her head, Rapunzel sent them tearing into the first song tonight with a boisterous "One two three!"

Elsa quickly found out that the balance they shared in practice between their instruments and Anna's gritty voice carried over to performing, but the acoustics of this bar were much different than the community center auditorium. Making a quick correction to compensate, Elsa booted up the pre-programmed graphics she'd made over the last few days. Behind Rapunzel hung a white projector screen, which exploded with colorful spinning icons of their band's logo.
Pressing her left hand against her headphones, she isolated each band member's sound one at a time to further smooth out the sound.

Ariel's tough as iron fingernails lent a scratchy edge to her bass notes which Elsa felt needed little alteration. Rapunzel's drumming was flawless as always, but Elsa turned the volume down a bit on her backup vocals. She'd have to look into a part-time instructor for Rapunzel. Thankfully, the short blonde den mother of the group was very receptive to criticism and advice.

Unlike Anna, Elsa groaned. She was obviously stoned again, and while that might help with a slower number, the uptempo 'Grenade Jumper' was definitely being dragged down by her lackadaisical guitar playing. Flawless vocals, though.

Several more songs went by in quick succession, from Lenny Kravitz to The Rolling Stones, as the crowd responded with increasingly raucous yell-singing in response to Anna's taunts of 'LOUDER, FUCKHEADS!' and 'SOUNDS LIKE YOU KIDS ARE READY FOR FUCKIN' BED!'. Elsa giggled as Ariel and Anna squared off for a guitar-bass face to face duel. Every so often, Rapunzel would pause mid-stick twirl with her right hand and point at the bespectacled platinum blonde in the back. Elsa would give a timid wave back and Anna would replace whatever lyrics were coming next with a "Fuck yeah, Squeaker!".

It didn't take long for a handsome, dark brown haired guy to approach her, drink in hand. Setting it down on her table, he grinned. "On the house...Ken says the girls have never sounded this good before; we figure that must be your fault!"

"Y-yeah, g-guilty as charged." Elsa sheepishly raised her hand in acknowledgement, sliding her headphones back to hear the young man better.

"Flynn, pleased to make your acquaintance." the young man offered, extending his hand which Elsa gingerly shook.

"I'm Elsa...what's in that d-d-drink?"

Grinning, Flynn replied, "Just lemonade. Rapunzel put me on sound tech hydration duty tonight, so no alcohol unless you specifically ask for it. You are of age...right?"

"Y-yeah, I'm 25." Elsa sipped gingerly at the drink, enjoying this friendly fellow's company. "You and Rapunzel...are the t-t-two of..." Blushing, she brought her index fingers to meet.

Laughing, Flynn shook his head. "Once upon a time, long long ago in a land far far away...and all that crap." He winked at Elsa, before grunting as a well-aimed drum stick struck him in the head.

Giving Flynn the squint from Hell and making a death threat gesture, Rapunzel grinned like a maniac. "Yeah...there's still something between us. I think. Whatever she says..." Flynn smirked, shoulders slumping as he added a self deprecating chuckle at the end. "I'll check on you later, Elsa...keep making these idiots look good."

Elsa nodded, putting her headphones back on and enjoying some more of the lemonade. The band had gone quiet, when Anna announced, "Alright you lameshits, we're gonna take five, but if I don't hear some real fuckin' noise next set I'm gonna get Ari here to shove her bass up each and every one of your asses."

Ariel cackled. "Oh I'd do it too."

"I know you would, Ari. Good bitch." Anna reached out to pat her head, but drew it back, just missing Ariel's growl-bite aimed at her fingers. "SQUEAKER!" she called over the crowd. "Come tell us how awesome we were! Or how much we sucked, that's cool too!"