Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

April 19th - Under editing

The crowd was insanely big, bigger than ever, and I couldn't help but smile as we got on stage. Never had there been so many people out here to watch us perform and it felt amazing. Those flyers that Dylan had made for us had really done the deal. That, and the fact that we'd advertised that there would be a big surprise tonight.

With a giant smile, I burst forward, causing the people in front of me to roar out, yelling and screaming wildly. Oh, how far we'd come from being that small, insignificant band. "Hello Club Dynamite!" The instant applause was simply deafening. I smirked and held my hand up as a motion for them to quiet down. "Are you ready for a spectacular evening?" Another roar. "I know that plenty of you are dying to know the surprise reveal, but we'll do a bit of music first, alright?"

As the audience screamed again, the lights dimmed and I set in the first notes of Psycho, the song from Muse. The intro started with a fairly basic riff repeated twice and I mouthed along with the notes. Pa-pa-pa-da-pa-da-da-pa-da-da-da-da.

James set in with the drums right after the second riff, drumming the exact same thing along with me. After another two times, I set in a faster, louder pace and Paul joined, the volume increasing, swelling until everyone was bobbing their heads along. The intro of the song was quite long, but a perfect mood setter. After a minute or so, I stepped up to where I'd put the microphone in the stand and started to sing in a low voice.

"Love, it will get you nowhere.
You are on your own, lost in the wild."

The song was pretty creepy, even for us, but I somehow loved it. The music, it was so carefully constructed so well, it almost seemed to tell a story on its own and as it turned out, it fit our purpose perfectly, falling along with the story we had to tell.

"So come to me now.
I could use someone like you.
Someone who'll kill, at my command."

I looked over the crowd, where our 'big surprise' was hiding out. Catching blue eyes, I winked and finished my part in that same low hook falsetto.

"And asks no questions."

Another voice mingled with mine at the last sentence, whispering the words dangerously. "I'm gonna make you, I'm gonna break you, I'm gonna make you,"

"A fucking psycho!" I cut over again, a few octaves higher than all the other things, and I could see two or three people on the front row starting to look confused. Neither Paul's, nor James' mouth had moved to whisper those and it couldn't have been me, because no person could actually cut over their own words. I smirked.

There was another instumental part and I jumped aside for about five seconds and two riffs before stepping back to the microphone again.

"Your ass belongs to me no-how, oh."

I let my guitar fall silent, the music's volume going down a bit, before singing/screaming into the microphone, "Are you a human drone?"

And almost instantly, the answer came from over the speakers, though clearly not from us on stage. "Aye sir!"

"And are you a killing machine?"  I yelled again, feeling the confusion starting to rise from the crowd.

"Aye sir!" Came the answer again.

"And I am in control, motherfucker, do you understand?" I let my voice get louder and louder.

"Aye sir!"

Before any of the people in front of me could figure our what was going on, I continued with the next part of the song, going back to that same, lower tone.