Turnings
Who Are They?
The bright strobe lights going off, flashing in people’s faces as well as my own. The screaming crowd wanting more and more of the performers on stage.
The thrill of being pushed and shoved as your jumping up and down like a chinchilla on crack.
I could feel my excitement start to rise as I looked around stadium packed with different people, all here to see the same show.
Suddenly giant screams erupted from the front of the stage. As people began to see what had caused the screaming. They themselves started to shout and scream along with the others as the found out what it was about.
Turning around to see what was happening, I saw one person climbing onto the stage from the side-lines, going behind a darkened drum kit with a certain logo on.
He was a skinny looking man no older than 20 or so. His face looking like a depressed clown that had lost the will to make people laugh.
Following suite were 3 other people. Two carrying guitars whilst the other a bass. All dressed in, what my friends say is ‘war paint’.
The person carrying the bass was rather short, though he makes up what he lost in height by his looks and what could be seen as ‘charm’ as he winks at girls with their tops pulled very low down.
He is very easily distinguishable as he is wearing what could be mistaken as a sailor’s hat. But then again he doesn’t look like the average sailor, who would be ripped with muscles. He’s actually rather scrawny looking.
Then there is also the fact that he has ‘Outlaw’ tattooed across his abdomen. That’s probably the reason why girls are pulling their tops down low for him; he has the sense of the ‘bad guy’. Well there is also the fact that he is a rock star as well.
Next is the first guitar player. He seems allot more normal than the others. Much friendlier. But then I should never judge books by their covers.
His eyes are pitch black, he could look you straight in the eyes and you would feel like your falling down into them and you would never be able to return again. I guess sometimes the nicest looking person could also be the most evil one in the group.
His face a pale white, you could almost think that you miss saw him, but then you could never forget his tall, thin, scraggly frame, so thin that you would think he was paper.
Looking towards the man with the second guitar. My first thought is unusual. His face grabs your attention, though I don’t know why. Maybe because it looks puppy dog cute. As if he was almost as innocent as a puppy. Though that’s a stupid suggestion when I look at the rest of him. Blackened eyes and black lips. Sort of looks like a really pissed of pug when he shows his teeth.
However he is one of the tall people in the group, easily managing to tower over the rest of them, though still small compared to some people.
Suddenly another figure runs on stage. As he’s running you could certainly tell the screams and shouts in the stadium rose much higher. He must be the main man from what I could tell. Standing right bam smack in the centre of the stage, as if he was in charge.
Forget what I said about the others height this man blew them all of the stage when it comes to being the tallest. Though being tall, he was not muscular. He had very thin arms as well as legs and body.
However, he was not a sight for saw eyes. With a much chiselled jaw and strong features any girl would be bound to fall to their feet in a pile of lusty goo.
His short dark hair spike straight and his eyes an icy blue. Sending chills down your spine, though what type of chills has to depend on what sorts of person you are.
He walked up to the microphone that was placed in the centre forward stage. And he spoke.
Such a deep voice you could fall asleep to. In fact I think most people in this stadium do sleep to.
I tried doing that at one point, but I kept waking up in the night because my brain was still active. So I had to turn it off at 3 in the morning. I was not happy that day.
I looked over to my best friend. Neenah, she was the full out Goth. Black eyes, long black hair, crosses, the full shebang. So of course she knew who was up onstage right at this very moment. In fact she was one of those girls with their tops down trying to get one of the men on stage to look and notice her.
She was jumping and screaming for a guy named Andy. Of course I knew who Andy was; he was the centre stage guy, the one with the icy eyes.
I knew this because of Neenah’s constant blabbering about how hot he is and that she wants to have his babies. Something I will always giggle at as I’m not much more mature than a 6 year old. Though I do know MUCH more than a 6 year old.
Though I can’t blame Neenah for being, let’s say excited. It is her favourite band playing live in front of her eyes. As well as my own.
Then Andy started to talk in his deep voice again as the others were getting ready to play their designated instruments.
“Thanks for coming out tonight, you guys are fucking awesome. We. Are BLACK VEIL BRIDES!”
Then the real show began.
The thrill of being pushed and shoved as your jumping up and down like a chinchilla on crack.
I could feel my excitement start to rise as I looked around stadium packed with different people, all here to see the same show.
Suddenly giant screams erupted from the front of the stage. As people began to see what had caused the screaming. They themselves started to shout and scream along with the others as the found out what it was about.
Turning around to see what was happening, I saw one person climbing onto the stage from the side-lines, going behind a darkened drum kit with a certain logo on.
He was a skinny looking man no older than 20 or so. His face looking like a depressed clown that had lost the will to make people laugh.
Following suite were 3 other people. Two carrying guitars whilst the other a bass. All dressed in, what my friends say is ‘war paint’.
The person carrying the bass was rather short, though he makes up what he lost in height by his looks and what could be seen as ‘charm’ as he winks at girls with their tops pulled very low down.
He is very easily distinguishable as he is wearing what could be mistaken as a sailor’s hat. But then again he doesn’t look like the average sailor, who would be ripped with muscles. He’s actually rather scrawny looking.
Then there is also the fact that he has ‘Outlaw’ tattooed across his abdomen. That’s probably the reason why girls are pulling their tops down low for him; he has the sense of the ‘bad guy’. Well there is also the fact that he is a rock star as well.
Next is the first guitar player. He seems allot more normal than the others. Much friendlier. But then I should never judge books by their covers.
His eyes are pitch black, he could look you straight in the eyes and you would feel like your falling down into them and you would never be able to return again. I guess sometimes the nicest looking person could also be the most evil one in the group.
His face a pale white, you could almost think that you miss saw him, but then you could never forget his tall, thin, scraggly frame, so thin that you would think he was paper.
Looking towards the man with the second guitar. My first thought is unusual. His face grabs your attention, though I don’t know why. Maybe because it looks puppy dog cute. As if he was almost as innocent as a puppy. Though that’s a stupid suggestion when I look at the rest of him. Blackened eyes and black lips. Sort of looks like a really pissed of pug when he shows his teeth.
However he is one of the tall people in the group, easily managing to tower over the rest of them, though still small compared to some people.
Suddenly another figure runs on stage. As he’s running you could certainly tell the screams and shouts in the stadium rose much higher. He must be the main man from what I could tell. Standing right bam smack in the centre of the stage, as if he was in charge.
Forget what I said about the others height this man blew them all of the stage when it comes to being the tallest. Though being tall, he was not muscular. He had very thin arms as well as legs and body.
However, he was not a sight for saw eyes. With a much chiselled jaw and strong features any girl would be bound to fall to their feet in a pile of lusty goo.
His short dark hair spike straight and his eyes an icy blue. Sending chills down your spine, though what type of chills has to depend on what sorts of person you are.
He walked up to the microphone that was placed in the centre forward stage. And he spoke.
Such a deep voice you could fall asleep to. In fact I think most people in this stadium do sleep to.
I tried doing that at one point, but I kept waking up in the night because my brain was still active. So I had to turn it off at 3 in the morning. I was not happy that day.
I looked over to my best friend. Neenah, she was the full out Goth. Black eyes, long black hair, crosses, the full shebang. So of course she knew who was up onstage right at this very moment. In fact she was one of those girls with their tops down trying to get one of the men on stage to look and notice her.
She was jumping and screaming for a guy named Andy. Of course I knew who Andy was; he was the centre stage guy, the one with the icy eyes.
I knew this because of Neenah’s constant blabbering about how hot he is and that she wants to have his babies. Something I will always giggle at as I’m not much more mature than a 6 year old. Though I do know MUCH more than a 6 year old.
Though I can’t blame Neenah for being, let’s say excited. It is her favourite band playing live in front of her eyes. As well as my own.
Then Andy started to talk in his deep voice again as the others were getting ready to play their designated instruments.
“Thanks for coming out tonight, you guys are fucking awesome. We. Are BLACK VEIL BRIDES!”
Then the real show began.
hurry and update this is halirous
12/26/13