Aiden Blaire (
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You Were Born to Rise (New Mutant-esque people)
Since Aiden had been forced out from/quit his previous band and the requisite depressed waffling until his mother got him some session jobs as a drummer, his next band bore the brunt of his concentration and will to succeed. Not that they minded. All of them had been cast offs from other bands. Not bad, but not gelling well with the others. Since New Brunswick had a large live music scene, it was only a matter of time until Dire Rainbow pulled together.
They had practiced relentlessly. Sometimes Aiden barely got sleep between practices, New Mutants activities, time with Angel, teaching Zip, and working as a bartender. Thankfully, he needed less sleep than normal human-like people. But it was all about to be worth it, to his mind. They had entered a local contest and made the cut to perform.
They had a half-hour set-list to pull together. Aiden put in some cover songs along with a few songs he had written himself. (He hadn't told his parents about this facet yet. If the songs came out like crap and couldn't get the audience into it, he wouldn't have to claim them in front of a certified popstar and entertainment king.) Aiden had invited his teammates and anyone else he could think of to be at the show. He wanted some support, and possibly somebody to teleport if there were thrown beer bottles.
And they crammed as much rock into that thirty minutes as they possibly could. Thankfully, the lead singer did not wail like Banshee, so everyone still had their eardrums when she went after it. Aiden attacked his drums like he had everything to prove. Mostly because he did. His former band was in the contest as well.
They had practiced relentlessly. Sometimes Aiden barely got sleep between practices, New Mutants activities, time with Angel, teaching Zip, and working as a bartender. Thankfully, he needed less sleep than normal human-like people. But it was all about to be worth it, to his mind. They had entered a local contest and made the cut to perform.
They had a half-hour set-list to pull together. Aiden put in some cover songs along with a few songs he had written himself. (He hadn't told his parents about this facet yet. If the songs came out like crap and couldn't get the audience into it, he wouldn't have to claim them in front of a certified popstar and entertainment king.) Aiden had invited his teammates and anyone else he could think of to be at the show. He wanted some support, and possibly somebody to teleport if there were thrown beer bottles.
And they crammed as much rock into that thirty minutes as they possibly could. Thankfully, the lead singer did not wail like Banshee, so everyone still had their eardrums when she went after it. Aiden attacked his drums like he had everything to prove. Mostly because he did. His former band was in the contest as well.
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It was also nice to remind the world, that, yes, she had a navel piercing after all. And between jeans that were a little low and a shirt that was a little high, it was very clearly visible. All told though, she probably blended in well-enough with the crowd, as much as someone like her could.
She'd always stick out a little, for one reason or another, and it didn't bother her any.
The music was loud, extremely loud, and quite a bit heavier than the usual fair that Marcelo tried to foist onto her, but she liked the energy in the atmosphere. And it felt good to dance- formal dances were so often constrained. Here, all she needed to do was find the rhythm and her body would do the rest of the talking.
She did keep an eye out, however, for her friends. They should be arriving soon, or possibly had already arrived.
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But he needed this, and she was glad for it.
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She twirled and clapped her hands over her head. It was nice to be able to relax and cut loose a little bit for a change.
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She whistled and cheered from her spot near one end of the stage. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face or two in the crowd. She'd have to catch up with them after the set.
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She was having fun, and quite a lot of it.
Hopefully her husband would have recovered from the shock of Stephanie's attendance at a concert by the time she returned. He'd been rather stunned by the revelation.
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She danced freely at the edge of the crowd, manipulating the shadows around her, enhancing the lights from the show.