Gothic
Sunrise by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Denise looked at this, thought it over and answered, “Yeah I think I will!” She danced over to the couch and levered herself into the ever so small gap, laughing.
“You got enough room to squeeze in there my dear?” he chuckled as his friend edged her way in.
“Yeah loads of room, don’t worry about me its fine,” she answered as her breath was squeezed out of her.
“I know I’m a fat bastard,” Rolo laughed, rolling his eyes in his head.
“I wouldn’t call you that; I’d just say you’re a bit larger than life.”
“You’re so modest my dear, thanks for joining me anyhow. I’ll get you a drink when I go to the bar. What’ll you have?”
She paused before telling him, “Yes I’ll have a Snakebite please Rolo. Make sure they use Gumption cider along with Zeus lager, it’s not as strong like the others that taste shit.
“No problem my dear,” the big Goth replied as he scratched his right ear.
Denise drank her Snakebite and looked forward to her next one courtesy of Rolo. They chatted for a few minutes, making small talk on business, who could win the battle of the bands (Denise wanted Gothic Sunrise to win as she loved Katie Kat and her sexy body. Oh and the music too! Rolo wanted their arch rivals the Supersonic Snails led by the demure Angie the Witch to win) and life. No one looked at the fat man with the hooker wedged in next to him on the couch. Many other strange people graced the pub giving a feast for hungry eyes. Denise finished her drink and nodded at Rolo to go and get her another. He agreed and he struggled to get up off the seat, giving Denise a breathing space. She laughed at the thought of being squashed by Rolo; of all the places to sit she chose this one. Rolo paid for the drinks with two unfired 9mm bullets and returned to Denise with the drinks.
Across the alternative quarter Goths were still working before rushing home to get ready for this heady event. Not everyone was lucky enough to have the day off or to finish work early. A definite buzz was in the air, the main street was filling up with Goths milling around waiting for their friends and deciding where to drink first. Some of the outfits they wore were simply stunning, a real labour of love.
The band venue was getting ready, in Gothic Night the bands were unloading equipment, checking lyric sheets, tuning musical equipment. The first band was setting up their equipment. This was Scarlet Onions, a small three piece from a village just west of Renford. They made one hell of a noise during rehearsal with their fast aggressive songs. They wouldn’t win any prizes, being a new inexperienced outfit but had youth, enthusiasm and loved what they were doing. Compared to the old hands who had years of experience, they were minnows in a pond of really big fish. The main bands were more organised and took their time to get ready. Their energy would be apparent later in their music. For everyone here today this was the reason to be alive – gothic music in all its many forms and sounds.
Between bands a DJ played gothic music and lasers zoomed out over the always moving crowd, some danced singly or in groups and others walked around chatting with friends and strangers alike. Some friends hadn’t seen one another since the last music festival the previous year and were busy catching up on news, who'd fucked who and what new music was out.
A third band came on stage to set up their equipment, a six piece from Renford made up of both guys and gals. With a drummer, two singers, a bass player, a guitarist and a keyboard player there were definitely enough of them, all dressed in black leather with not a hint of colour. When ready, one of the male singers tapped the microphone and introduced the band, “Hi my fellow Goths and metal heads we are Electric and we’re from Renford. Some of you may know us from last year; some of you will be new here. I’d like to welcome you all, enjoy our music!”
They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.
Fifteen other Goth/alternative bands played after Electric left the stage, a mixture of heady music that enthralled the crowd; there wasn’t a single crap band on all night. Then as midnight approached there was a half an hour break while the audience re-charged their batteries and ordered more alcohol. Members of the earlier bands joined the crowd to watch the last two bands and to drink and be merry. Many groupies made drunken erotic passes at the band members. Several disappeared for a quick fuck or oral sex. Some of this occurred in the darker corners of the Gothic Night club under a drunken audience who didn’t care what they saw; it was all part of the fun.
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