Re: Open
Kaz had been about to break into an admittedly hokey, but hopefully decent rendition of "Auld Lang Syne" when the floor decided that it didn't like being under his feet anymore. His guitar still around his neck, he'd gone flying, but had managed to grab ahold of one of the curtains as he went, the mic and stand flying past him. This is it, isn't it? The big flashback they always warn you about? He'd just managed to get himself balanced when the ship moved again. He hung on to the curtain, but just barely, and he watched his guitar break free from the strap and go flying across the stage again, smashing against a speaker, then being obliterated by another one that had also gone sliding.
He looked out at the crowd, which was pandemonium. He got himself back to his feet and tried to shout down the crowd. "Everyone, it's okay, I'm sure it's just a really big wa-" the room shifted again and this time, he found himself and his curtain flying in front of the stage, depositing him on the dance floor itself. He turned and looked around, watching one guy making a mad scramble out the door. A flying piece of glass hit him right in the hand, creating a huge gash and causing him to let go of the ripped piece of curtain still in his hand.
He huddled in the relative safety of the back corner where the stage met the wall until the ship stopped rocking. He got up in time to see the security guard coming in, not even noticing the cuts and scrapes he'd accumulated himself as he ran over to the guard and the woman he was checking on. "You all right buddy?" He knew it was a pretty stupid question, but right now it was all he could think of to say.