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Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park
“You ain't no tough bitch, you think you're hot shit”
“Damn, you're all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn't have that.
So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.
“When it's down to the wire, no one here can deny that
I'm b-b-b-b-bona fide!”
And of course she wasn't met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn't truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.
The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.
“You ain't no answer, you ain't no savior, you're just a good excuse for bad behavior ”
Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.
“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me”
Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.
The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.
“Thank you! For attending to... my little warmup!”
WE WON’T ABIDE BY ANY RULES
W H E N word reaches Mammon about a certain performer he was more than inclined to divulge in deeper to see if they were as good as his sources claimed. He usually didn’t bother with these sort of things, but if there was a way for him to profit off them then who was he to at least not check to see what all the hubbub was all about? If it turned into a dead end then no skin off his bones– He’d just move on to the next bigger thing, the next profit. No harm no foul. If they were actually good, then and only then would he become interested.
D A W N I N G on an ensemble reminiscent of his rocker days (spiked collar included), he makes his way towards where his sources had indicated he’d find them and luckily for him it was right in his ring. Seems he caught her just as she’s about to perform one of her songs. This he’ll have to listen to…
K E E P I N G to the shadows and blending into the dark, Mammon leans back and merely observes for now; fingers idly tapping along to the beat.
@phoenixborn
Get the fuck up, wake the fuck up! ! !
(MAMMON) I tried my best but some of these could change depending on circumstances akjengae
Referring to
A grin slowly splitting her face at the answers, elegantly tossing crimson tipped hair behind her shoulders.
“Well well, you might just turn out to be quite a catch~”
Not moving from her spot at the arrival of the Ruler of the Ring -who she literally wrote a diss track about-, only smirked at the applause. Cindy held the intense eye contact without a trace of fear, furthermore with blazing pride.
“In fact, I do.” her voice rich and naturally carrying grit
“Part of the fun, don't you think?” oh she was entertained; she wanted to make sure the so called legend would show up and stay past the warmup.
Originally she planned to leave the stage for his performance, only fair since he had done the same -despite the sly insults- while she was singing. Only that seemingly the Prince has had the opposite idea.
A quiet chuckle accompanied with a bold grin; quite a choice to make it even more personal, not like she wasn't up the challenge.
Jade eyes followed the Sin circling her, for a few minutes allowing herself to forget it was a competition instead enjoyed his voice and music. They could sing an amazing Whole Lotta Love cover. The thought was sudden but nagging, both of them seemingly vocally versatile enough to be up the challenge.
Cindy heard an extremely strong chest voice, pleasantly overwhelming, what was surprising, the healthy fry screams and vocals. She began to study him more out of curiosity than the forming rivalry, from what she could see he completely lacked any tension in the neck area; further indicating the right technique.
Their main genres, while overlapped, his leaned more towards metal, heavy metal, hers was a mix of rock n roll with a 80s feeling. Nevermind. Her vocal fry was also a raw reckoning and so was her control. Her grin returned with the same intensity once her observation was finished, eager to let out her voice again and this time its full glory instead a watered dangle of interest.
@rubbcrhose
phoenixborn:
Quite a crowd despite the outrageous suggestions of the song. The wicked woman only grinned and entertained, drawing more demons close with her warmup and glimpses into her vocal talent. And then she began. Oh so casually, as if it was only a walk in the park
“You ain’t no tough bitch, you think you’re hot shit”
“Damn, you’re all caked up, painted like a gold brick.” and so was the cleanest line of a clue dropped, making many turn their heads in worry but no she couldn’t have that.
So she played with the audience masterfully as if the crowd was an instrument of their own. Drawing them further into her own world of vicious rock n roll where nothing else existed just her physics defying harmonies.
“When it’s down to the wire, no one here can deny that
I’m b-b-b-b-bona fide!”
And of course she wasn’t met with an opposing opinion. Cindy knew well this little song wasn’t truly conveying her range nor her grit; but the possible reach of half of her effort if it gets to the right ears was too good to miss out.
The rhythm was catchy, dripping with rightful pride; she breezed through the makeshift stage with unwavering voice, never off key. At last she finally reached the part where her power could blast through a little.
“You ain’t no answer, you ain’t no savior, you’re just a good excuse for bad behavior ”
Her wild grit rang through the open air, a nice little drip of the full power lying beneath the surface.
“You just wannabe, wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
Someone just like me”
Her playful howl rippled through the excited crowd now moving to her rhythm. Jade eyes shone with uncontrollable delight at the success, every concert no matter how many listened was an escape, a chance to build her own world where she truly belonged.
The last notes trailing in the air along with the guitar follow up dissolved into air at last, leaving only her delighted laugh.
“Thank you! For attending to… my little warmup!”
T H A T was quite some talent the woman possessed. The fact she could sing and was even subtlety dissing him with her lyrics– Mammon is impressed. More than he’d like to admit of course, but impressed regardless. It was no wonder he was somewhat disappointed when the song drew to a close. Oh no no… We can’t have that and he won’t if he has anything to say about it.
F R A M E shifting through the dark and shadows like wet ink dripping down a letter, he weaves through the crowd undetected, drawing closer and closer to his new found interest. When he comes upon the stage, a hand reaches out from the dark and grips the edge hard enough to form cracks along the floor; the rest of him following suit until he’s looming over, slowly clapping his hands.
“N O T bad, not bad… In fact it was rather good.” Mammon leans over and flashes his signature grin; sharp golden teeth glinting when catching some of the reflective lights of the stage. “I think I’m especially fond of your coy little remarks towards me. Do you make it a habit to make playful jabs like that?”
S P E C K S of gold dances off his fingers as the Sin takes a step back, summoning up his guitar within his hands. The signature dollar sign seems all but to sparkle like a forgotten treasure, numerous stickers and a silly doodle of his face adoring its body. His fingers settle down in their proper position and he gives a grand sweep of his arm, ringing out the first note.
“M Y TURN.”
T H E R E ‘S no hesitation from the Prince of Greed as his fingers skillfully start to play his melody. As he plays, he circles around Cindy, keeping his gaze locked on her and only her. When he starts to sing, tone deep and almost guttural, it’s clear that Mammon knows exactly what he’s doing. The once famous rock star could very well be making his comeback– Here and now.
“ ♫ ♫ ♫ T H E road to hell is paved with gold The choice I made unfolds I’m the unbreakable Breakable, yeah Avenge the lives you bought and sold It’s time to rock and roll Guns out, lock and load Lock and load, lock and load Through the gates of hell, I’ll be running See the devil, tell him I’ll be hunting Hunting for you Hunting, hunting for you ♫ ♫ ♫”