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Post by Vaara on May 3, 2004 13:30:26 GMT -5
"Come Nana...we will be even more late if you do not hurry up. The concert has already started and i will not have you ruin my time. Please Nana!!!"
The young girl pulled on her nanny as the mute woman followed at a slow pace. Vaara felt as though Nana was trying to make her miss the music. Her parents had wanted her to stay home. Even though they had went to Rio for the weekend. She began to run with a childs impatience pulling the young woman. Finally they got to the park. It was quiet and it seemed they were switching acts. She hear the buzzing of the crowds. It seemed that their had been fights and attacks so far. She stood close to people and felt a bit out of place. She could not really see either but that was ok. She would be able to hear the music. She looked at Nana and saw someone yawn and giggled.
Nana it seems the concert has been boring till now. He yawned. (she giggles more) I know Nana i will sing my song to entertain until the next act....*Ring around the rosies...pocket full of posies...ashes...ashes we all fall down.*
She giggled more through out the song she twirled in place and then as she said falls down she fell and giggled. But then she saw unapproving eyes and she stood up and hung her head and clung to Nanas skirt.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 3, 2004 13:32:19 GMT -5
"Thanks Lemminkainen for that music native to Finland." People cheer, but not the rebels, since they can not appreciate folk music. Lemminkainen was very popular with the mostly Finnish crowd. He even played their national anthem, a song that had been banned for 50 years when they lost sovereingty to Red Infinity.
"Next up is the.....
White Stripes!"
Bassarov steps back.
"Salvaged from kryostasis, here they are!"
Bassarov gets off stage and they replace him.
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Post by The White Stripes on May 3, 2004 13:37:56 GMT -5
"Hello Helsinki, what's happenin? It's been awhile since we've played anything, about 600 years or so, so please bare with us..."
We jump right into our first song.
"I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch you coming back my way I'm going to serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home
I'm goin' to Wichita Far from this opera forevermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding right before my lord Oh, the words are going to bleed from me and I will think no more And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home."
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on May 3, 2004 14:00:15 GMT -5
I wander around Helsinki, because it reminds me a lot of Rekjavik. I notice that there is a concert going on. Goody, I will storm it and play later! I walk down the street to the concert, and I see a man (Garret thingysure), I walk over to him. "Can you tell me what's going on?"
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 3, 2004 14:12:45 GMT -5
I really enjoyed the Kantela, but I think this new band is a little too newage for me.
"Who are the... 'white stripes'?" I ask Wyrm.
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Post by Garret thingysure on May 3, 2004 14:13:25 GMT -5
His eyes about pop out of his head. Yes even he could be starstruck but he kept his cool and acted like it was no big deal.
"Ah well we decided to try and bring all of the different forms of rebels together with a concert. We have anarchists and capitalists(i think) and we have our run of the mill rebels from right around here. Basically we wanted to unite all of the people who are opposing red infinity with song. I don't know if it is working or not, but weve had some kickass bands so far. So what are you doing here lovely"
He bows slightly and smiles his winning smile.
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on May 3, 2004 14:16:18 GMT -5
What is this?? Who would listen to this? I much prefer the symphony, music isn't music unless there's 30 people playing it.
I go back to the hotel and visit Dinari. I order a martini from room service.
"Chop chop!!"
We both listen to the concert from our hotel room.
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Post by TheWyrm on May 3, 2004 14:18:05 GMT -5
"Sasha, you're such a stick in the mud... Don't you know anything?! The white stripes are great! They just got out of kryostasis to play here, you should be honored to hear their first performance in over 600 years! Their last show in Tokyo didn't go very well..."
I straighten my glasses on my nose.
"You really do sound like an old man sometimes."
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on May 3, 2004 14:21:01 GMT -5
"This is sounds like something good. I am here because I leader of feminists in Iceland. We have party in parliment every night. And so what for here are you?" This is very attractive boy.
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Post by Rock on May 3, 2004 14:30:27 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]I smile. This concert was getting better by the minute. First a fight and now good music. Awesome.[/shadow]
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Post by Garret thingysure on May 3, 2004 14:30:39 GMT -5
((I have to go for a bit...i will be back as soon as i can))
His ego deflated a bit. And his jaw dropped.
"I am Garret thingysure. International rockstar and heartthrob at your service. I can't believe you haven't heard of me. Oh well my following in Iceland isn't that great anyway. So would you like to watch the rest of the concert from the Vip area with me and the leader of this small band of rebels? It would be an honor my dear."
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Post by The White Stripes on May 3, 2004 14:36:21 GMT -5
we finish our song, and smile at the positive response we get from the crowd.
"thank you, and now my lovely ex wife would like to sing something for you."
"i saw you standing in the corner on the edge of a buring light i saw you standing in the corner come to me again in the cold cold night
in the cold cold night
you make me feel a little older like a full grown women might. but when you gonna grow colder
come to me again in the cold cold night in the cold cold night
i hear you walkin’ by my front door i hear the creakin’ of the kitchen floor i don’t care what other people say i’m gonna love you anyway
come to me again in the cold cold night in the cold cold night
i can’t stand it any longer i need the fuel to make my fire bight so don’t fight it any longer
come to me again in the cold cold night in the cold cold night
and I know that you feel it too when my skin turns into glue you will know that it’s warm inside and you’ll come run to me
in the cold cold night in the cold cold night in the cold cold night in the cold cold night."
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Post by Minako Anio on May 3, 2004 14:40:20 GMT -5
Minako didn't really like th emusic that had been playing so far, plus that stupid nijia guy's weapon had hit her shoulder that was now bleeding. Hmmph.
Minako puts back on her sun glasses and gets in her father's lamo. She drives to a high class hotel near the concert and gets a room.
Minako puts her bags in the room and takes off her coat and sun glasses. Minako takes off her shirt and starts bandgeing her soulder.
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Post by Kaieka on May 3, 2004 14:54:05 GMT -5
I heard that the rebels were putting on a concert of some sort. I have been genuinely bored around here. Zephyr has been a stick in the mud, and it is hard to get two words in with Virgil, he is always off to somewhere. I decide to go and see how the concert is going, why not add a little music to my dreary day.
I think of Bassarov, I haven't seen him in such a long time.
I pop two white pills in my mouth.
I am still dressed in Virgil's girlfriend's clothing, the black leather pants and the red leather top, but the most important article that I decide to bring along with me is my cloak of shaddows. I want to see what people are up to, but that doesn't mean that I want to be seen by them. I throw it on and head down the halls of LIF. My unearned title here allows me to leave the building, and soon I am flying over fields and trees on my way to Helsinki.
I land in a field, my cloak drawn up so that no one can see me, and walk over to a large group of people. Music is blaring over the speakers, and I find myself humming along and bobbing my head to the music. This is some great music. I wend my way through the crowds, humming. People look around for the cause of their pain when I accidentally step on toes, but I just keep on moving.
I finally catch a sight of Bassarov down front. I recognize others in the group surrounding him as well. I work my way down to the front and stand close by him. He is sitting next to his man sleeper... or whatever his name is. Mr. Homewrecker, that's what I call him. I try not to think about it. I am in a position of power now with the unstoppable LIF.
Bassarov looks good, he looks like he has been busy, and a little ragged, but overall, he looks as handsome as ever.
I pop in two more pills.
I know that the pills are supposed to be taken in moderation, but I decide to just take them as the need arises.
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Post by The White Stripes on May 3, 2004 14:59:43 GMT -5
"thank you. i want to open the floor to requests, what do you want to hear, helsinki?"
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