Battle of the Bands is one week out.
A fan favourite, Girl Talk, the four-piece all-chick rock band, is ready to shoot their shot and make their mark at this year's competition.
Follow Lydia, Jordan, Violet, and Shane through their next big advent...
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Saturday, June 14th 2014
"I wanna rock - and baby, I ain't never gonna stop!"
As Jordan's shrill voice filled the venue, accompanied by the collective timbre of the other girls behind her, Lydia felt herself coming alive under the warmth of the house lights. Perspiration beaded across her forehead, soaking her tangled hair. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down her neck, dripping down her cleavage, while rich hues of indigo and magenta light bathed the band from overhead.
Being on stage was more addicting than any drug and better than any high, Lydia was convinced. It was an opportunity for her to step into the flow, into the timeless, eternal moment.
It was a chance to reconnect with her inner child still jumping on the living room sofa, pretending to play guitar like Slash and Eddie Van Halen.
Instead of all over the couch, Lydia got to stomp around on stage. She was a sight to behold, jumping off monitors in a tiny skirt and banging her head as she mouthed along with Jordan, setting her wild child free. She lived for the sound of the crowd, for the thrill of that first, momentous applause.
For Lydia, music was everything. She was raised in a record store by a man who had spent his entire waking life dedicated to multiple musical projects and bands. It was all she knew. Music was how she expressed herself, how she connected with herself and others; growing up, music had been the saving grace in her life when she felt most insecure and alienated.
As their song, Rock Roll Baby Doll, came to an end, Lydia sought the opportunity to take a chug of her water. She used the rest of the water in the bottle to douse the crowd, admiring the flushed faces of the front row. Some seemed appreciative of the refreshing blast of water; others, not so much.
A few girls glared at her for ruining their make-up, but Lydia didn't care.
"This is our last song, Peterson," Jordan licked her lips, letting her bass hang from her neck while she combed her fingers through her hair.
After tossing her bottle aside, Lydia began to softly play the opening riff of Horror Show, one of their original demo songs. A few fans began cheering at the recognition of the song, flailing their arms in the air. At this, Jordan laughed.
"That's an OG right there... you know what it is!" She beamed. "But before that... we just wanted to thank everyone for coming out and supporting us. We are Girl Talk... we got Lyd the Kid on guitar, Insane Shane on drums, Vi Dolla Sign on guitar... and we're gonna be here-"
"Let's not forget, we got Miss MoJo JoJo on vocals and full-time groove," Violet purred into her microphone, earning whistles. "Why don't we give it right the fuck up for her, Peterson?"
After another round of applause, Girl Talk launched into their final song of the evening, cutting it dangerously close to the end of their allotted set time.
