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Authors: Amanda Dresden
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wanted it! It’s all you now, man! I’m outta here!”
Wade nodded just as Mike plugged both his ears with his pinkie fingers and promptly left.
Wade scanned the backstage but didn’t have to look far to see that Os and Joe were already talking with the other bands. Joe looked the eager five year old and Os, despite tensions earlier, never looked more ready to go. The more Wade thought about it, he was certain that Heretic’s friction came after so many weeks of being on hiatus. He knew they were just as eager as he was to get back to their music.
Wade did his best to hide Chris as they approached the stage and waited until Darkness Superior finished their last song. Fiercely protective of Heretic’s secret, he physically placed his own body in between Chris and anyone else who so much as passed by. He looked back over his shoulder every so often to see if she was still there, but he found her perfectly safe, head bobbing as she tapped one of her sticks against the side of her leg. Wade had put everything on the line for this mysterious girl that appeared out of nowhere and now it all came down to this. It was time to see if his gut feeling was dead on.
But as the band strummed the last notes o f their instruments, the crowd roared with approval, and to finish, the lights went out, and the curtain dropped. Now was the moment of truth: Heretic was up next.
Wade took advantage of the blackout, shouting at Chris through the surrounding darkness.
“Chris!” Wade held her by the shoulders and jostled her slightly. “All you have to do is play! Understand!?”
She loo ked up at him and nodded excitedly.
“The techies have taped a piece of paper down next to your feet,” he went on to explain. “They list the order of the songs we’ll play. Just let your hands do the rest-!”
“Alright! I get it!” she barked.
But Chris wasn’t angry – far from it. Her adrenaline kicked into high gear but she’d never admit it. Wade, on the other hand, after so many shows, you’d think he was born to do it.
Wade smirked and smacked her roughly on the back in a friendly gesture and nodded to the main stage.
“Here we go !”
Chris adjusted her beanie one las t time before she stepped over dozens of wires to her ‘throne’. She looked out from underneath her hood just long enough to see the other members of Heretic adjust their guitar straps around their shoulders. But while she waited in those last remaining moments for the show to start, she was a in a place of her own.
She squeezed her drumsticks tightly in her hands and looked at the flawless, pristine silver drum set that once be longed to Hess. As she lovingly stroked the cymbals and toms, her eyes watered at the reality of it all; the booming drone of thousands of voices blotting out her own thoughts, the unbelievable feeling of being so close to a piece of history that other drummer’s would kill for, and the chance to show everyone what she was capable of. But before she could dwell on it a moment more, Wade gave a thumbs up to signal to the crew that they were ready.
The first thing that Chris saw when she raised her head was just the first few rows of eager fans until the overhead lights beamed down on her, nearly blinding her from the rest of the crowd. She saw Joe waving at her from under her beanie and he grinned happily from behind the mess of his dreadlocks. But when thousands of hungry fans finally spotted Wade, Chris was certain she would go deaf.
Wade strode to the front of the stage and snatched the microphone – detaching it from the stand.
“Wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!?” he bellowed long and deep to the crowd.
He raised his free hand into the air and made a fist and right away, everyone that Chris could see did the same thing.
Heretic strummed their guitars, sending waves of music into the masses. Hundreds of open mouths responded tenfold with yells and cheers.
“Did you miss us?!” Wade screamed, and then held the microphone out to
Wade nodded just as Mike plugged both his ears with his pinkie fingers and promptly left.
Wade scanned the backstage but didn’t have to look far to see that Os and Joe were already talking with the other bands. Joe looked the eager five year old and Os, despite tensions earlier, never looked more ready to go. The more Wade thought about it, he was certain that Heretic’s friction came after so many weeks of being on hiatus. He knew they were just as eager as he was to get back to their music.
Wade did his best to hide Chris as they approached the stage and waited until Darkness Superior finished their last song. Fiercely protective of Heretic’s secret, he physically placed his own body in between Chris and anyone else who so much as passed by. He looked back over his shoulder every so often to see if she was still there, but he found her perfectly safe, head bobbing as she tapped one of her sticks against the side of her leg. Wade had put everything on the line for this mysterious girl that appeared out of nowhere and now it all came down to this. It was time to see if his gut feeling was dead on.
But as the band strummed the last notes o f their instruments, the crowd roared with approval, and to finish, the lights went out, and the curtain dropped. Now was the moment of truth: Heretic was up next.
Wade took advantage of the blackout, shouting at Chris through the surrounding darkness.
“Chris!” Wade held her by the shoulders and jostled her slightly. “All you have to do is play! Understand!?”
She loo ked up at him and nodded excitedly.
“The techies have taped a piece of paper down next to your feet,” he went on to explain. “They list the order of the songs we’ll play. Just let your hands do the rest-!”
“Alright! I get it!” she barked.
But Chris wasn’t angry – far from it. Her adrenaline kicked into high gear but she’d never admit it. Wade, on the other hand, after so many shows, you’d think he was born to do it.
Wade smirked and smacked her roughly on the back in a friendly gesture and nodded to the main stage.
“Here we go !”
Chris adjusted her beanie one las t time before she stepped over dozens of wires to her ‘throne’. She looked out from underneath her hood just long enough to see the other members of Heretic adjust their guitar straps around their shoulders. But while she waited in those last remaining moments for the show to start, she was a in a place of her own.
She squeezed her drumsticks tightly in her hands and looked at the flawless, pristine silver drum set that once be longed to Hess. As she lovingly stroked the cymbals and toms, her eyes watered at the reality of it all; the booming drone of thousands of voices blotting out her own thoughts, the unbelievable feeling of being so close to a piece of history that other drummer’s would kill for, and the chance to show everyone what she was capable of. But before she could dwell on it a moment more, Wade gave a thumbs up to signal to the crew that they were ready.
The first thing that Chris saw when she raised her head was just the first few rows of eager fans until the overhead lights beamed down on her, nearly blinding her from the rest of the crowd. She saw Joe waving at her from under her beanie and he grinned happily from behind the mess of his dreadlocks. But when thousands of hungry fans finally spotted Wade, Chris was certain she would go deaf.
Wade strode to the front of the stage and snatched the microphone – detaching it from the stand.
“Wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!?” he bellowed long and deep to the crowd.
He raised his free hand into the air and made a fist and right away, everyone that Chris could see did the same thing.
Heretic strummed their guitars, sending waves of music into the masses. Hundreds of open mouths responded tenfold with yells and cheers.
“Did you miss us?!” Wade screamed, and then held the microphone out to
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