ICARUS pt.1
"Hey, turn the fucking TV off!", Levian shouted to make himself understood above the high volume. Once surrounded by peace again, he leaned backward on the sofa and sighed. "Do you really like that shit?"
Shion left the remote control over the table and turned his frowned eyes towards Levian. "What do you mean with ‘shit’, if I may ask?"
"You know exactly what I do mean with ‘shit’, Shion". He reached for his Camel. "Do you want one?"
"Hmm"
"Shion, they SUCK!"
The vocalist lit the cigarette and passed the lighter. "They don’t suck, you asshole". He took a deep puff, letting the smoke out together with the words. "They are the greatest band! Just take a look at the charts, at the amount of people going to their concerts… ‘<black:ice>’ with huge letters on the covers of all the magazines…", his face brightened, "… and their clothes, and their music, and Dark’s voice… they are… are… AMAZING!!"
"Shion, I think you chose the wrong band. ICARUS doesn’t play visual"
A shadow of disappointment crossed the vocalist’s eyes, but he quickly wiped it away.
"Did you hear me, Shion?", the bassist leaned forward to face him. "Are you listening to me? Which do you think is the reason why we haven’t still got into the studio to record the first album? Because it’s too hot and I prefer loafing on the park? No no, my dear screamer". He paused a moment to look at his mate’s expression.
"Screamer?", Shion asked harshily, "And I thought you wanted us to be prepared, to be really well prepared for recording. Or is there any other reason why you make us -me- practice and play, and play and practice all the songs over and over again?"
"You are a screamer", he paused, "and I want a singer. ICARUS is everything but visual. Put that inside your head and stop screaming at the practice, would you?"