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Authors: Lilliana Anderson
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silently, between us, it’s in complete contrast to what happened just before with Theo. When Marcus looks at me, he displays want and admiration. But Theo, well… I don’t really know what it is – it’s not hate. But it’s not anything good either. It’s just raw emotion, and I don’t know what to make of it.
Marcus keeps his eyes on me as he announces the next song. “This one is called ‘It’s a Crime’.”
Jack plays the intro to the music before Marcus starts to sing. It’s just the two of them together, piano and voice.
Please get out of the way
This is not what it looks like
I’m in the wrong place
I’m not looking for you
Toward the end of the first verse, Theo comes in with a slow double boom, emanating from the bass drum. This is the first song I’ll be singing in as well as playing. My violin comes in at the beginning of the second verse and stops just before I sing,
Please don’t fight… me
This was all Theo’s idea, instead of having me harmonise with Marcus during the chorus, he felt that if I took on the role of the woman the song was about, it would create a more intense emotion. Marcus sings back to me as if we’re arguing.
Don’t steal my heart
When you know it’s been broken
The song continues with me singing, begging him not to fight my advances and him singing in return about why the woman can’t have his love.
As the music swells, he becomes louder, more insistent, as we both sing,
I will fight,
I will fight,
I will fight you.
He draws out the last note, and as he finishes, I sing a single word.
No
I play the final notes out along with Jack on the keyboard. It’s a slow and solemn song. It leaves me feeling as though I just lost something, and I wonder where the lyrics come from.
The crowd cheers again, whooping and hollering at us. As I lap up the attention, I can’t believe I was studying to play classical violin. The applause from a classical theatre is so much more restrained than this and I suddenly understand why a lot of musicians have such big egos. This feeling is amazing.
The rest of our set flies by, and the show is over far too quickly. Before I know it, we’ re done and Marcus is taking me by the hand and waving at the crowd as we leave the stage.
People congratulate us on a great show a s we head backstage. They are so complimentary towards me, and I can’t seem to get the grin to leave my face. Even though I desperately want to seem cool right now.
“That was probably the best damn show we’ve ever done,” declares Jack, the moment we are in the back room. “We’ve never had a crowd that excited. We’ve got to keep her Theo.”
“I know,” he says, his eyes glancing down to where Marcus is still holding my hand. I don’t know why, but I immediately let go, feeling a little like I just got caught cheating on a test.
He doesn’t say anything else, he just walks out of the room.
“Where is he going?” I ask.
“Probably to get paid. He’s very efficient with these things,” Marcus explains, turning toward me. “Anyway, let’ s forget about my permanently sour-faced brother for now. How did you feel up there?”
“Like a rock star,” I laugh.
“Better than the school stuff we used to do huh?” he adds, mirroring the grin I’m sporting.
“Yeah, and better than anywhere I’ve ever played.”
“Well, get used to it Nomes. We are going to go off!” Lachlan prophesises. “I can feel it in my bones.”
“Yep, they loved us tonight. Good things were already happening for us, but now we’ve got a sound that the others don’t have. We’ve got her,” Jack puts in, pointing at me with his bottle of beer, handing one to me at the same time.
I gratefully accept it, taking a thirsty drink of the cold amber liquid.
“She’s got a name you jerk,” Lachlan laughs, taking a bottle for himself and throwing another to Marcus.
We all toast to our great show and continued success.
“Well, I have to go and visit the
Marcus keeps his eyes on me as he announces the next song. “This one is called ‘It’s a Crime’.”
Jack plays the intro to the music before Marcus starts to sing. It’s just the two of them together, piano and voice.
Please get out of the way
This is not what it looks like
I’m in the wrong place
I’m not looking for you
Toward the end of the first verse, Theo comes in with a slow double boom, emanating from the bass drum. This is the first song I’ll be singing in as well as playing. My violin comes in at the beginning of the second verse and stops just before I sing,
Please don’t fight… me
This was all Theo’s idea, instead of having me harmonise with Marcus during the chorus, he felt that if I took on the role of the woman the song was about, it would create a more intense emotion. Marcus sings back to me as if we’re arguing.
Don’t steal my heart
When you know it’s been broken
The song continues with me singing, begging him not to fight my advances and him singing in return about why the woman can’t have his love.
As the music swells, he becomes louder, more insistent, as we both sing,
I will fight,
I will fight,
I will fight you.
He draws out the last note, and as he finishes, I sing a single word.
No
I play the final notes out along with Jack on the keyboard. It’s a slow and solemn song. It leaves me feeling as though I just lost something, and I wonder where the lyrics come from.
The crowd cheers again, whooping and hollering at us. As I lap up the attention, I can’t believe I was studying to play classical violin. The applause from a classical theatre is so much more restrained than this and I suddenly understand why a lot of musicians have such big egos. This feeling is amazing.
The rest of our set flies by, and the show is over far too quickly. Before I know it, we’ re done and Marcus is taking me by the hand and waving at the crowd as we leave the stage.
People congratulate us on a great show a s we head backstage. They are so complimentary towards me, and I can’t seem to get the grin to leave my face. Even though I desperately want to seem cool right now.
“That was probably the best damn show we’ve ever done,” declares Jack, the moment we are in the back room. “We’ve never had a crowd that excited. We’ve got to keep her Theo.”
“I know,” he says, his eyes glancing down to where Marcus is still holding my hand. I don’t know why, but I immediately let go, feeling a little like I just got caught cheating on a test.
He doesn’t say anything else, he just walks out of the room.
“Where is he going?” I ask.
“Probably to get paid. He’s very efficient with these things,” Marcus explains, turning toward me. “Anyway, let’ s forget about my permanently sour-faced brother for now. How did you feel up there?”
“Like a rock star,” I laugh.
“Better than the school stuff we used to do huh?” he adds, mirroring the grin I’m sporting.
“Yeah, and better than anywhere I’ve ever played.”
“Well, get used to it Nomes. We are going to go off!” Lachlan prophesises. “I can feel it in my bones.”
“Yep, they loved us tonight. Good things were already happening for us, but now we’ve got a sound that the others don’t have. We’ve got her,” Jack puts in, pointing at me with his bottle of beer, handing one to me at the same time.
I gratefully accept it, taking a thirsty drink of the cold amber liquid.
“She’s got a name you jerk,” Lachlan laughs, taking a bottle for himself and throwing another to Marcus.
We all toast to our great show and continued success.
“Well, I have to go and visit the
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