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I am NORMAL I am NORMAL I am The night was a dark one, an eerie feeling befell most that walked about tonight. There were creature far removed from the natural forces of the world stalking through the shadows of man's perception. None of this mattered right now for Stanley "Steel" Kowalski however.
The fresh vampire looked himself in the mirror, giving his face a light smack to get the blood back to it, only to remember his current predicament. Not that much in his life had changed since being "embraced" (he hated that word) given most of his awake time had been spent at night and sleeping in the day. The biggest change was mostly his pre-show rituals which had become mostly null at this point. All that said, he was saving a killing on white face paint to make his skin look pale for shows. Shaking the jitters out, Steel put on the rest of his costume: dark shoulder pads with fake spikes, gothic looking boots and a pair of aviators.
The low rumble of chatter outside of the backstage of the bar he frequented got louder as he made his way up onto stage, guitar in tow. He gave a smile and nod to both Rose, his synth pianist, and Jared "Mathces" O'Neil, his drummer. Going to the mic, steel addressed the crowd, of which he now had their attention.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we'll be taking you on the ride of your life." Steel began as the rest of his band slowly began to bring in the beat for their first song.
"A ride through the annals of time where the hair was long and the rock was hard." with the last word Steel stuck his guitar, letting out a single drowning note.
"We are Rachit Jiraffe and we're here to rock. Your. World." Steel said calmly to the crowds delight as the band began playing their fist song of the night..
The fresh vampire looked himself in the mirror, giving his face a light smack to get the blood back to it, only to remember his current predicament. Not that much in his life had changed since being "embraced" (he hated that word) given most of his awake time had been spent at night and sleeping in the day. The biggest change was mostly his pre-show rituals which had become mostly null at this point. All that said, he was saving a killing on white face paint to make his skin look pale for shows. Shaking the jitters out, Steel put on the rest of his costume: dark shoulder pads with fake spikes, gothic looking boots and a pair of aviators.
The low rumble of chatter outside of the backstage of the bar he frequented got louder as he made his way up onto stage, guitar in tow. He gave a smile and nod to both Rose, his synth pianist, and Jared "Mathces" O'Neil, his drummer. Going to the mic, steel addressed the crowd, of which he now had their attention.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we'll be taking you on the ride of your life." Steel began as the rest of his band slowly began to bring in the beat for their first song.
"A ride through the annals of time where the hair was long and the rock was hard." with the last word Steel stuck his guitar, letting out a single drowning note.
"We are Rachit Jiraffe and we're here to rock. Your. World." Steel said calmly to the crowds delight as the band began playing their fist song of the night..