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Kaden Scott (mr_rockstar) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-02-19 22:52:00

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kaden, serena

Week Two - Saturday
When: Saturday night
Where: Alibi Room's main stage
What: ROARKE's show
Who: Anyone who wants to come!

They were scheduled to take the stage in ten minutes, the opening band still warming up the crowd that was quickly gathering inside the Alibi. Behind the scenes each member of ROARKE was tending to whatever pre-performance ritual they might have. Someone was bouncing repeatedly on the balls of their feet and judging from the soft clack of drumsticks to hardwood, yet another member was warming up in the 'dressing room.' Kaden tended to center himself rather quietly before a gig - standing off to the side, just where he could see the crowd, watching their reactions, getting a read for them. Not every audience was the same, you could read them and what they wanted if you paid enough attention. He did - it was one part of the many things that made him a good frontman. It was as if he had a sixth sense for the varying crowds, always knew exactly what to give them.

Eventually their warm up act stepped off stage and the small sound crew that worked on the bar's stage moved to arrange their equiptment. They'd soundchecked earlier in the day, would do so briefly again, but everything should be ready to go. A set list was taped to the amp facing his mic and from where he stood, Kaden's eyes traced over the numbers he'd picked again, just to be sure. There was a ballad or two they'd need to take out, tonight's group wasn't the type for anything too slow, too mellow. They were wired up and wanted something that was truly going to give them a reason to move. Keeping it fast paced and loud was clearly the way to go.

He was always the last to take the stage - if he had any tradition it was that. The lights would dim to near complete darkness as the others made their way out, tinkered around for a moment to make sure that everything was still in tune, still set to go. He came last, sliding up to the mic without the glare of those blasted spotlights on him, readying himself for the glare that was sometimes almost too much; a vampire's favorite place to be was definitely not under a complete set of high powered lights. When they rose tonight it was slowly enough that his eyes could adjust, that he could prepare himself for the brightness ahead. They revealed nothing particularly spectacular, the group all on stage ready to go, their frontman clad as usual in nothing more than a pair of jeans, a henley and one of many black jackets he tended to sport. That didn't stop the female portion of expressing their gratitude, not that it was all for him of course.

"Ladies and gentleman," the sound man's voice came over the system announcing the band as Kaden adjusted the mic stand, "please give it up for ROARKE!" They wasted no time with silly on-stage banter, it wasn't why people where there anyway. They wanted music, they wanted it to be good, and the band was going to waste no time in giving it to them. Hand wrapped around the mic, the count began - it wasn't long until Kaden's voice was filling the bar, floating out into the night.

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aloveforgotten
2008-02-22 04:09 am UTC (link)

This was it, the night she had been waiting for all week long. By the time the sun had set, her nerves were practically fried and she had half a mind not to go at all. But then all of the anger and hurt came flooding back and there was no question what she had to do. More than anything she needed the closure that had been eluding her since his "death." Even before she found out that he was still alive she never felt like he was truly gone. Without a body to prove it or a pile of ash, whatever, there was always that chance...she just had no idea how badly it would hurt when that chance finally became a reality.

The outfit she decided on for the evening was chosen very carefully. She had wanted it to be a little bit badass, a little more sexy and a lot "look at what you're missing." Confidence needed to be exuded in order for her to get through this and she thought she accomplished it quite well. A little black eye liner and a touch of lipstick and she was good to go. Now she just had to get herself out the door and down to the club. That took a little doing.

When she finally made her way back to the Alibi Room, his voice filled her ears immediately and for a time all she could do was stare at him up on the stage. God that man was beautiful. Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel tears stinging at the back of her eyes. It hurt so much to see him up there like that but at the same time...she couldn't have loved him any more than she did in that moment. Dammit!

Eventually her eyes were forced to look away and she made her way to the bar. Liquid courage was definitely needed if she was going to make it through this in one piece. Serena figured he had at least three or four more songs to go before the end of that set and then she could corner him, say what she needed and leave.

That was the plan anyway.

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alphonsine
2008-02-25 04:19 am UTC (link)

Tonight was bound to be incredible. She had arranged it so she could work during the show and when the guys were done, Ally could be off, too. It was hard for her not to just turn away from people when they wanted to order and watch the band. All she could really offer was one ear to the stage and the other to the requests for beer, wine, and a variety of liquors or fruity combinations.

Ally was a walking billboard for ROARKE, and a good-looking one at that. Her blonde hair had been tied back in a sleek ponytail, and through it she had swept in little streaks of bright blue for a little funk. Across her chest she wore the band's name on a tight t-shirt and whatever the band had left could be purchased for a reasonable price. Someone passed over a nice tip and she slipped it into the back pocket of her form-fitting jeans. Throughout the evening, there was a sweet smile on her face that seemed to want to blossom into a grin, but she had to resist until later.

Before there was a break in their set, Ally caught sight of Serena as she weaved through the crowd to the bar. "Hey!" she shouted and gave a little wave. Maybe the woman had found something suitable for a niche of sorts in the city and she would stay.