Post by General Cheese on Dec 10, 2005 22:44:21 GMT -5
Cheers boomed throughout the enormous building in the heart of Neopia Central. The room was dark with the exception of the bright, multi-colored lights. The din of the building was nearly deafening. Though it appeared impossible, the noise grew when a short, tubby Scorchio walked to the middle of the stage. He gestured for silence.
"Alright, alright, that's enough you little bastards." He said into the microphone. Several chuckles erupted from the audience. "I'm sure you're all eager for the first concert of Miraculous Sin, eh?" asked the Scorchio. There was another roar from the audience. The Scorchio grinned.
"Let's bring out the band then, shall we?" he took the microphone from the stand and walked to stage right.
"First up, Mochuugo Saravaski!" An enormous Lupe walked onto stage, holding up a pair of drum sticks. The roar of the audience rose to a roar once again. Mochuugo took a seat at the drums.
"Next, Ewan O'Richards!" A shirtless Gelert with black jeans and sunglasses walked to right stage, next to the Scorchio. In his hands was a black bass guitar. The crowd went wild to the point of insanity. People even tried to crawl up onto stage.
All of the sudden, the lights' pace quickened. Everything went silent.
"Last but not least..."
The Scorchio's voice echoed through the building.
"Tear Van Lesser!"
All of the sudden, the sounds of a guitar being strummed sounded out of the speakers. He fell from above, wings spread. He was dressed completely in black; his bright green eyes glinted mischievously in the light.
The instant he landed on his feet, Mo began to strike the drums followed by the steady tune of the bass.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Miraculous Sin!" roared the Scorchio, walking off the stage. Tear looked over the sea of people. Never had his music gotten him this far. A burst of adrenaline rushed through his veins.
"Are you ready Central?" Tear asked the crowd.
The crowd burst into the loudest cheer of the night.
"Alright, alright, that's enough you little bastards." He said into the microphone. Several chuckles erupted from the audience. "I'm sure you're all eager for the first concert of Miraculous Sin, eh?" asked the Scorchio. There was another roar from the audience. The Scorchio grinned.
"Let's bring out the band then, shall we?" he took the microphone from the stand and walked to stage right.
"First up, Mochuugo Saravaski!" An enormous Lupe walked onto stage, holding up a pair of drum sticks. The roar of the audience rose to a roar once again. Mochuugo took a seat at the drums.
"Next, Ewan O'Richards!" A shirtless Gelert with black jeans and sunglasses walked to right stage, next to the Scorchio. In his hands was a black bass guitar. The crowd went wild to the point of insanity. People even tried to crawl up onto stage.
All of the sudden, the lights' pace quickened. Everything went silent.
"Last but not least..."
The Scorchio's voice echoed through the building.
"Tear Van Lesser!"
All of the sudden, the sounds of a guitar being strummed sounded out of the speakers. He fell from above, wings spread. He was dressed completely in black; his bright green eyes glinted mischievously in the light.
The instant he landed on his feet, Mo began to strike the drums followed by the steady tune of the bass.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Miraculous Sin!" roared the Scorchio, walking off the stage. Tear looked over the sea of people. Never had his music gotten him this far. A burst of adrenaline rushed through his veins.
"Are you ready Central?" Tear asked the crowd.
The crowd burst into the loudest cheer of the night.
