With a few taps of the guitar and the bass starting in, the singer grins as she moves up to the mic, pulling it off the stand as her left hand which carefully holds a Labatt Blue takes the top of the stand. Slowly she bends over towards the audience, closing her eyes as the words in a rough yet deep voice begin to flow from her firery lips.
"Please baby can't you see my mind's a burnin' hell. I got razors a rippin' and tearin' and strippin' my heart apart as well. Tonight you told me that you ache for something new and some other woman is lookin' like something that might be good for you. Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone. Go on believe her when she tells you nothing's wrong."
Her eyes slowly open for her only to wink at the audience as she stands up fully to let the chorus belt out into the mic, through the speakers, and into the ears of the screaming, cheering, dancing group in front of her, making the bar a boiling smokey experience.
"But I'm the only one who'll walk across the fire for you. I'm the only one who'll drown in my desire for you. It's only fear that makes you run the demons that you're hiding from. When all your promises are gone, I'm the only one."
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Sitting back at the bar with a small crowd, a curly brown haired man with a tall lanky form listens carefully, bobbing his head to the tune as he sits on a bar stool, his knees bent and on the rails. He couldn't help but mouth the words to the classic song by Melissa Etheridge. The music, the energy, the performance; everything about the night and the show couldn't be more mind blowing to him. He hadn't expected when his band mates suggested this band that they would be so powerful on stage. They almost seemed like competition to him, as if he would have to work harder to out due them then he ever has.
"Aren't They Hot?" A voice yells near his ear and over this music. Turning his head he gives a sheepish grin with a nod to the manager of the group. He had been the one who was escorting them around for the night. His smile had given away his proud attitude to the group and his words only seem to be bragging.
"What's the name of the group?" John yells as he looks at the younger manager, quirking a curious brow before turning his attention to the stage to see the singer dancing with the lead guitar man, throwing her head and hair around with the beat.
"Original Skin... Hottest thing in San Fran I tell you," he says with a smirk before turning towards the stage and letting out a loud holler.
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With the music still booming around her, Raquel gives a proud grin while standing in front of the mic stand once more. Her hips couldn't stop moving to the beat as she rocks their, singing the last chorus of the song at the top of her lungs, giving it her all.
The stage, to her an escape from reality and a place to be wild, out there, different from her quiet self. She couldn't seem more at home as she stood their, the music continuing as she finishes and just breaths hard, sweat pouring from her body.
"Thank you! You have been great so lets give it up for..." she turns her attention to Adam as he steps forward, ragging on his guitar hard, obviously showing off for his introduction. "ADAM LEVINE on Electric Guitar!"
She laughs softly as they scream and he slowly steps back. This is what she loved, hearing the crowd appreciate all their hard work they have put into their live shows.
Turning again, she looks towards a tough brunette with a Bass strapped onto her. Slowly, she raises her hands from it, waving to the crowd. "SERENA ANTINOW on the Bassssss."
Serena's fingers drop back down to the bass, beating again upon the strings as she steps back.
Shaking her hips again, Raquel takes the mic off the stage and moves back, over the cords to equipment and over to their phenomenally talented keyboardest. "SHAUNNA HALLIGAN!!!!! On the Keys baby," she screams into the mic as she looks at the blond who rattles harder on the keys, too shy to look up at the crowd.
"Woo! Oh yeah and on the drums we have the sexy PAUL WALKER!" Raquel calls out before moving back, letting him go into several tricky drum rolls before she takes her place in the front of stage.
"And I am Raquel Cruz. We are, ORIGINAL SKIN!" She smiles as the lights flicker around and the crowd bounces in applause and roars. This was her element.
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Though the show was done, the night didn't seem to dwindle down for a good couple hours. No one had even bothered to pack up equipment due to having girls and guys moving around, giving compliments and asking questions while politely buying them rounds of shots and beers. It was so busy that the fire Marshall showed up around midnight, forcing them to eliminate a good 50 customers.
"Woah!" Shaunna finally says as the club is down to a good 30 people, all of them the regulars. Good friends of the house band and people they could just relax with. She herself was dead tired, adrenalin from the show finally wearing off to make her stubble in her drunk state and wish for a bed. "I would say that was the best farewell per-per-per..."
Giggles rise from the corner, drawing her attention to her side to only see Raquel with Serena making faces behind her back. However, as they realize she is watching them they quickly stop, looking around and giving innocent whistles. "Y'all suck," Shaunna mumbles before slumping poutingly to the bar, having a seat with her back to them.
Serena, looking at Raquel pouts tiredly before giving a little whine, her lower lip sticking out more. "Home?" she asks, knowing very well the answer already but hoping for a miracle it may change for once.
"Hmm? Sorry I have gone deaf," Raquel teases before slipping from her friend, a gleam of mischievousness in her honey eyes.
"Raquel!!!!" Serena whines louder, crossing her arms as she scowls some. "Come on! It's four am!" Raquel sighs, shaking her head some as he brings her hands up, cupping her ears to signal she still couldn't hear her as she keeps backing up, farther and farther.
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Not paying attention to the group of girls who had been wild all night, Ryan sits with Gosling in a booth, both of them talking about plans they have for the tour, ignoring the cat calls from the wound up musicians who kept chanting "No Work, Only Play."
"So we have my hummer, one breaking down RV, Paul's truck and Shane's van right?" Ryan asks as he sits back more, ignoring the sleeping girl on his side with her head in his lap. Diane, who was always a light weight had drank herself under the table literately that night in a contest against Adam's newest flavor, Kelly.
"Yeah and I think, with a lot of pestering we can probably pick up another bus in Arizona from Justin's Uncle but will we need it?" Gosling asks as his eyes drift over to the corner, watching Kelly and Justin quietly yet harshly argue over something with Adam no where in site. "Umm.. How are Kelly and Adam doing?"