Re: PERFORMANCE: Queen Barb
For the first time in the competition, Barb left her guitar backstage. She wanted to show it wasn't a crutch she needed. A white Jaguar, like the one seen in many an old Whitesnake video, was on the stage, with Barb sitting on the hood. She wore a Bad Reputation tee and a plaid skirt over ripped fishnets and combat boots.
"I should have known better Than to let you go alone It's times like these I can't make it on my own Wasted days, and sleepless nights An' I can't wait to see you again
I find I spend my time Waiting on your call How can I tell you, babe My back's against the wall I need you by my side To tell me it's alright 'Cause I don't think I can take anymore"
In her world, for obvious reasons, Barb didn't have many friends. She'd sure never had anyone express a romantic interest in her. But here? She was a human... but she was a human that had not only amazing friends, but one that seemed to really like her. She knew nothing yet about how romance worked, nor how to physically express it as a human.
"Is this love that I'm feeling Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming This must be love 'Cause it's really got a hold on me A hold on me"
She never really gave a thought to love before, much less her own sexuality. Was that even a thing in her world? If it was, had she ever even noticed? She ran a hand slowly through her hair as she sang, the only instrument backing her up an acoustic guitar being played slightly offstage.
"I can't stop the feeling I've been this way before But, with you I've found the key To open any door
I can feel my love for you Growing stronger day by day An' I can't wait too see you again So I can hold you in my arms"
She didn't have any of the answers to the questions that were nagging at her right now. The only thing she did know.. was that she felt something for Paige. Something more than she felt for her other friends. Paige was bad-ass. Funny. Beautiful. A hell of a guitar player. And Barb found herself thinking more and more about her. Was this love she was feeling? And if so... what the hell was she to do about it?
"Is this love that I'm feeling Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming
This must be love 'Cause it's really got a hold on me A hold on me
Is this love that I'm feeling Is this the love that I've been searching for"
Were these thoughts, these feelings, making her weak? Barb wasn't sure. The only thing she was sure of was that she liked it. She liked not having to act like a hard-ass 24/7. Letting herself have fun and open up to people. Maybe being a human wasn't so bad after all...
"Is this love or am I dreaming Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming Is this the love that I've been searching for Is this love or am I dreaming Is this the love that I've been searching for"