Steven "Kaz" Kazarian (stretchthetruth) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-24 16:46:00 |
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The Show Must Go On
Who: Kaz (solo)
Where: Backstage, Cult of Dionysus
When: 10:25pm
Kaz wasn't exactly feeling his best. He'd performed drunk, stoned, strung out, tripping on acid, but he hadn't done any of that in a while, so even though it wasn't new, it wasn't something he was used to anymore. The ship had been rocking a bit earlier, but it had gotten worse as the evening progressed and was wasn't entirely sure he would make it. He'd picked up some of those seasickness patches that go behind the ear, but he wasn't entirely sure how long it would work.
He took another sip of one of the bottles of water that had been left backstage for him. It was still cold at least. He poured a little out into his hand and splashed it on his face. It helped, a little. He felt more alive, at least. He wasn't sure how long he'd hold out, but he had a show to do. And he hadn't yet missed a performance.
He checked his watch. 10:27. 3 minutes to go. Guess it's time to get ready. He got down to one knee, which was harder than he thought it would be with the ship rocking like it was. He had to support himself on a chair to get down. "Getting old, old man," he muttered to himself. He bowed his head. While he was hardly the God-fearing Christian his parents and brother had wanted him to be, it was something that hadn't failed him yet, and was definitely better than the old pre-show ritual of shooting up or downing a bottle of Jack.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." The words came easily to him, having known them from childhood. As he said the familiar passages, he felt a sense of peace come over him. Energy flowed through him and he knew that this was definitely going to be a night to remember.
"... for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever, Amen." He looked up, that old fire back in his eyes. Time for Steve Kazarian to take a back seat to Kaz. He got up a bit shakily, more due to the movement of the ship than to age. He picked up his guitar and draped it over his shoulders. He did a little last minute tuning as one of the staff members came up to him. "Two minutes, Kaz." "I'm ready," Kaz said, taking a moment to check himself in the mirror and smiled. "Groovy."