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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 12-15-2002 07:53 PM:
    KARAOKE NIGHT! (open to everyone who posts)

    Rama's was very busy tonight. People from all parts of the universe, all factions, any tounge or creed, flocked here tonight. It wasn't for the booze, or because of the hype surrounding Sith women, not tonight atleast. It was Karaoke Night, and the open mic was too tempting for most people to pass over.

    A temporary stage had been erected in the place, opposite from the bar counter. The speakers attached weren't small, and would guarontee that everyone could hear well. The music selection here was broader than anywhere else in the universe, making for some interesting combinations. It seemed that it would be an entertaining and prosperous evening for all.

    After some time, Tempist decided to break the ice with the first song. He climbed to the stage, taped the mic once to make sure it was on, and cued the music. It was loud, heavy, and thrashy, but had enough melody to keep it appealing to the ear.

    "Another dream that will never come true,
    Just a compliment of sorrow.
    Another life that I've taken from you,
    A gift to add to your pain and suffering.
    Another truth you can never believe
    Has crippled you completely.
    All the cries you're beginning to hear
    Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening

    Let me enlighten you
    This is the way I pray

    Living just isn't hard enough
    Burn me alive, inside
    Living my life's not hard enough
    Take everything away

    Another nightmare about to come true
    Will manifest tomorrow
    Another love that I've taken from you
    Lost in time, on the edge of suffering
    Another taste of the evil I breed
    Will level you completely
    Bring to life everything that you fear
    Live in the dark, and the world is threatening

    Let me enlighten you
    This is the way I pray

    Living just isn't hard enough
    Burn me alive, inside
    Living my life's not hard enough
    Take everything away

    Return to me-return to me-turn to me
    Leave me no one.
    Turn to me-return to me-return to me-Cast aside-
    Return to me-return to me-turn to me
    Leave me no one.
    Turn to me-return to me-return to me-
    You make me turn away.

    Living just isn't hard enough
    Burn me alive, inside
    Living my life's not hard enough
    Take everything from you...

    Living just isn't hard enough
    Burn me alive, inside
    Living my life's not hard enough
    Take everything away"

    After the turbulence of the music subsided, and the near tryumphant harmonies between Tempist and the distorted guitar subsided, he smiled, and returned to his seat by the bar.





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    Posted by Nikka Darkstorm on 12-15-2002 08:23 PM:

    A cloaked figure stepped up to the mic and began to sing into it, without taking it from the stand. It was difficult to see who it was since the area wasn't lit up too much, the figure just stayed in the shadows as much as possible. The background music began to play, a slow ballad-like rythym. Then she began, the words came out, flawlessly... the voice was familiar to ones that knew...

    Doesn't it ever stay
    Must it always fade away
    Couldn't love ever be
    Something tangible and real
    Farewell, fairweather friend
    Abandonment returns to taunt me again

    I only wanted you to stay
    Linger and mean the words you said
    Foolishly I romanticized
    Someone was saving
    my life for the first time
    I only wanted you to be there
    When I opened my eyes.

    I was caught in your masquerade
    Wish I'd stayed beneath my veil
    But it just seemed so easy to
    Open myself up to you
    Once more into the wind
    The embers scatter
    And the chill settles in

    I only wanted you to stay
    Linger and mean the words you said
    Foolishly I romanticized
    Someone was saving
    my life for the first time
    I only wanted you to be there
    When I opened up my eyes...

    I only wanted you to be
    The one to get me through the night...

    The song faded into the darkness...just as the figure did once the song was over.


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    Posted by Tempist Opps on 01-13-2003 07:43 PM:

    There were about 20 minites of dead silence, amplified by the speakers. There was some conversation, but it seemed that people were afraid to get on stage and sing for some reason. Taking it upon himself to try to get some interaction, Tempist climbed back onto the stage, and spoke again... quietly at first.

    "...get alive... or I will put life into you...." he said, without any reaction from the crowd.

    He reached behind a speaker, and pulled out an accustic guitar, that'd been hidden there incase anyone knew how to play. He dropped the tuning, and began to play a choppy, eratic, melodic tune. After a few bars of music passed, he began to sing.

    "I have a problem that I cannot explain.
    I have no reason why it should have been so plain.
    I have no questions, but I sure have excuse.
    I lack the reason why I should be so confused....

    I know, how I feel when I'm around you.
    I, don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.

    Left a message, put it in a bit of use.
    I have some pictures, the wild might be the duce.
    Today you saw, you saw me and explained,
    Playing the shore when running down the plane....

    I know, how I feel when I'm around you.
    I, don't know, how I feel when I'm around you."

    The plesent vocals were interupted for a moment, as he carefully fingered out a slow, chaoticly calm solo. As it ended, his voice took on a darker, more soothing tone, but built up to it's strength again for the second repetition of the chorus.

    "I, I know, how I feel when I'm around you.
    I, don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.

    I, I know, how I feel when I'm around you.
    I don't know - how I feel when I'm around you...."

    He continued playing for 15 seconds more, then ended on an open C chord. He put the guitar back where it was, and stepped down. Even though that song probably relaxed some of the patrons too well, it was better than the silence.





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    Posted by Lady Jezebella on 01-17-2003 10:50 PM:

    The moment the guitar was set back in place, a gloved hand swept forward over the new strings and grasped onto the neck, hoisting it up from where it sat. The shrouded figure turned toward the front of the stage, its whispy black cloak billowing away from its body, revealing a full set of armor and weaponry.

    Two amber eyes peered out from the hood that engulfed the figures hidden face, scanning over the intoxicated, bored, or even interested groups that occupied the area. With a shake of her head, Jezebella pushed back the hood and slowly made her way to the microphone placed in the center of the small stage.

    She didn't bother with the strap that would have aided her by holding up the stringed instrument; instead, she looked down at her fingers as they moved over the strings in a gentle, and at the same time stern caress. The melody shunning forth was that of an unsure gesture, simply repeating itself. Yet... something was building...

    The background music slowly started up, a soundful harmony increasing the beat in which she set. The faint sound of unworldly drumming was intensifing the music.. and than.. all sound broke loose and snapped all attention to the stage as a heavy melody overuled the calm.

    Smirking slightly, Jez moved closer to the microphone and began to sing; Her feminine voice fortifying the abrupt and shifting music.

    Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
    red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
    Lets me see.
    As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
    drawn beyond the lines of reason.
    Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

    Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
    Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
    Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

    Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
    red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
    lets me see there is so much more
    and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
    As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
    drawn outside the lines of reason.
    Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

    Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
    Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

    Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
    Reaching out to embrace the random.
    Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

    I embrace my desire to
    feel the rhythm, to feel connected
    enough to step aside and weep like a widow
    to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
    to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
    to swing on the spiral
    of our divinity and still be a human.

    With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
    between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
    I feel it move across my skin.
    I'm reaching up and reaching out,
    I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
    And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
    We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

    Spiral out. Keep going, going...

    The music faded out and Jezebella lowered the guitar, nodding slightly. Sweeping back to the end of the stage, she slowly slips the guitar back into its placing and slides from the stage and back into the shadows from wence she came.





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