Scene {Indie & Emo} | Ian & Evan Rose (pseudoelitism) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-01 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | blues, classic rock, coffee, emo, indie, jazz, johnny rebel, paparazzi, twee |
Who: Indie & Emo, et al. (See tags)
What: The twins' 43rd (or... 23rd) birthday party; a "surprise" concert, followed by dinner.
When: Thursday, 7pm-10pm
Where: Bowery Ballroom, Broadway East
Warning: TBD
Notes: Posting this now so people can hop on it. I wrote this so the concert as a whole was included in the initial post, reactions to it can be posted and then we'll move to dinner - since no one will have access to Indie or Emo until dinner. Post however you please and if you just want to say you were there, add yourself to the tags.
"I don't know why you're pacing around like a nervous rabbit," Indie said, leaning in a corner of the backstage dressing room with his arms folded across his chest, curly hair falling in front of his eyes and obscuring part of his vision. He could still see Emo walking the length of the room, back and forth, hands shoved in the front of his pockets and head down.
The rest of their friends, family and entourage had been banned from the dressing room for the few minutes before the show. It hadn't been explained, they'd just been told to go and wait backstage, the ones of them who hadn't chosen to be in the audience at least. Indie felt like his stomach was twisted in knots and his heart was somewhere wrapped up in that big, messy cluster. He also knew that he would feel better if his brother just calmed the hell down.
"I haven't had enough to drink," Emo replied, running a hand through his hair and averting his gaze from the glare he knew he'd meet if he looked up.
A knock at the door jolted both of their gazes upwards. "Stage is set, it's five after," one of the roadies announced.
Emo and Indie looked towards one another and Indie sighed, pushing off the wall and made his way to Emo, placing a hand at his shoulder and pushing him towards the doorway.
"Just get it over with," he said, trying not to grit his teeth as he spoke.
So they were both nervous as hell and only one of them had any real reason to be. It was stupid, but the pair of them had been leeching off each other so much lately that it was hard not to feel whatever the other one felt, bouncing back and forth, picking up momentum on the way between them and just making it worse. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing, though. Some of the best performers had mad stage fright... Or that's what the twins were going to keep reminding themselves (and thus, each other) until it was all over with.
The stage was set, dark, and there was an impatient rumble from the crowd. Stage curtains had been pulled open and with his own nerves rising up in his throat, Emo took the guitar handed to him and strung it over his shoulder, making his way on stage to the roar of the crowd. It always gave him a rush of adrenaline, but tonight it just made the knot rise higher in his throat. He took his place at the center microphone, making a quick glance around to spot Johnny and where their family had all congregated. Taking a deep breath, he slung his guitar onto his back and quieted down the crowd.
"I just want to thank everyone for coming tonight to help Ian and I celebrate our birthday..." a cheer sounded from the audience and he hushed them down once more. "But I'm afraid Dead Like Diaries won't be playing tonight." A confused murmur. "No, it-- it isn't an April Fool's joke." The chatter grew louder and Emo turned his head to clear his throat. He stood there for a moment, looking awkward and apologetic as he shift from one foot to the other and rubbed the back of his neck, letting the crowd get a little unsettled and feeding off the sudden surge of confusion in the room. "But I think I have something better for you instead. Ladies and gentlemen, family, friends and those of you who have been waiting far, far too long for this..." The anticipation was palpable and the crowd was growing almost restless as Emo drew the introduction out. "It is a great pleasure for me to welcome back to this stage, where they played their final show five years ago..." He stepped back from the stand for a moment, looking behind him to make sure all the musicians had taken their place in the shadowed stage. "The Interruption."
The cheer that answered drowned out the first few notes of the song as the lights came up and Emo took a place to the right side of the stage, sliding his guitar back around properly and falling right into place with the rest of the band. Before the singer even made his way on stage, the crowd was already clapping along to the beat, as though it would get him to come out faster. But the song played, something in Emo grew tense off on his side of the stage, before he saw his brother swagger out to another deafening cheer and adjust the microphone stand a few inches higher. He gave a small smirk and shook his head, pushing hair from his face and starting in on the song.
It was as though he'd never stepped off stage, like the energy had never changed and there wasn't five excruciating long years where he felt like music had just died inside of him. Maybe it was all building to this moment. And there was something charming about the way he ambled across the stage, all at once lost in his own little room and performing to those he knew were his.
The music paused after the second song and he approached the microphone, adjusting it a little and chuckling softly to himself. "Now isn't this better than listening to my brother?" he laughed, and laughed harder at the applause of the crowd, awkwardly pushing his hair away from his face. "I want to dedicate this show to two people. One who reminded me that music never dies, it only changes, and another who gave me the inspiration I needed to get off my ass and do something again. Thank you, I love you both - just one of you a lot more than the other."
He stepped back and nodded to the band who played in to the third song. The rest of the set* was more of the same, with Indie occasionally stepping off-stage entirely to give the rest of the spotlight (and maybe a little bit because he was still so nervous that standing out there was making his hands shake and yes, this time, he could excuse his own drinking).
When it was over - and none too soon for Indie who felt like he hadn't taken a breath the entire time he was out there and, at the same time, was buzzing high on that cool, tingly sensation of worship. He thanked everyone for coming out and ducked quickly off stage like he always had. Emo took his place, thanked everyone again and told them that albums from both bands would be coming out in October and to look for more surprise shows over the summer. Then he was rushing off stage as well, catching up with his brother who was already halfway to the back door, ready to leave. He'd always been like that. As much as Emo loved to stay and soak up every last bit of that buzz, Indie had always wanted to get away from the crowd and the noise as quick as he could.
* This, of course, isn't the full hour and a half set, but it's enough to give you an idea of what your characters are hearing/seeing.