The sun was setting in the west and it's golden rays glimmered on small blades of grass, giving off a reflection of bright orange and yellow hues. The sky's bright blue color began to fade into a deep purple The clouds began to reflect orange and red. The evening, seemed almost artistic, calm, and peaceful.
If only that shit were true!
The evening was just heating up as the night roared it's ugly head. The sun slowly faded, back into the depths of the night, into it's corner, to hide for hours, and let the moon take over. Gongs were heard, giving the signal for nightfall. The crowd roared and banged their fists in the air, high on anticipation and of course every other drug in the world! Thousands, upon thousands of people were all jumbled together. The crowd seeming never ending, and devoured over the whole field with their presence. The very area had become like a hell pit, filled with tons of people who were drenched in black, covered in nasty, sweaty hair and topped off with thick boots, spikes and chains, even make-up and eyeliner. The smell in the air, reeked of reefer, booze, body odor, cheap perfume, and any other obnoxious smell to one's nose.
The stage that they all crowded around was massive. It seemed as if the structure had taken years to built. Everyone knew, however, that most concert stages, were usually built within one weekend, on an empty field. The stage was black, lifeless and no stage lights were even on. Hell, there wasn’t even a tech crew to test the equipment before the band came out. All these attributes were left to leave the fans in suspense, to really make it epic... if you will.
Most of the fans were already hammered, and were aching to start a mosh pit, the second the first song would begin. The festival was huge, extravagant, and overall was definitely going to be loud. It was the epitome of a dangerous setting and minors, by any means, were strictly forbidden. With all the violence, gore, blood, sex, rape, drugs, profanity, satanic innuendos in the mists...any retard could tell, that this wasn’t a rap concert! That’s for sure. The sun was almost gone, and the sky began to turn a sickly dark purple, sucking the brilliant life of day and bringing on the darkness. That’s when they would come.
A bright light flickered, and gleamed over the crowd from the top of the stage. This was the beginning. Things would only get worse from here. The light flickered again, followed by several other stage lights, dancing beaming. They all were different colors. The lights spun, flipped, and danced. The mere lights themselves were getting the crowd amped for what was in store.
A melodic sound, though it seemed distant, was coming from the speakers. It was a familiar sound, growing louder and louder, as if someone was manually turning up the volume. It was the eccentric tune of a guitar playing, starting out slow, melodic, only to get a little faster, and a little faster. Soon enough, that one guitar, was echoing through the whole field, hitting high notes with super sonic speed, yet never missing a beat. Finally it stopped, freezing the whole atmosphere in time for a brief moment. The lights blackened for only a few seconds before firing back up, and all of the stage lights came on brighter than before, blinding the crowd, turning their florescent rays unto the performers. Smoke came drifting upwards from the stage, shining different hues from the lights passing over it.
The guitar began to sing once again, followed by the heavy thump of the bass. Then the drums kicked in matching the beat perfectly. Then the second guitar fired up, using the call and response technique by following the pattern of first guitar’s notes, but only 10 seconds behind. It was like two of the same song, being played one slightly after the other, much like an echo. The stage lights meanwhile, bounced along with the music, revealing the four musicians. A yellow light shown down on the first guitarist,... the starter of this song. His figure was revealed with smoke arising from his hands, due to the speed of his picking. He had on thick Serengeti sunglasses, with layered jet black hair, cropped to his chin. He wore a thick gold chain around his neck, tight jeans, and combat boots. He had on arm bands and a headband as well. From the intensity and the brightest spot light, it was clearly obvious that he was the lead guitarist. His black and yellow guitar resembled a flying V, but the two protruding tips of the guitar were cut into sharp points. The guitar arch was also at an angle, making one side appear bigger than the other. This powerful instrument was an ESP LTD Alexi-300 Alexi Laiho signature electric guitar.
A pink light then hit the bass player, trying to follow the musician as he bounced around the stage, hopping, flipping, and skipping, really getting into the mood. His hair was also black, like his a fore mentioned older brother. It was glued into industrial spikes, with greasy gel and hott pink tips. He wore a tight fishnet top and baggy long shorts. To match he wore a pair of pink sneakers. Other accessories were also pink. His instrument was a black, four stringed, B.C. Rich NT Zombie electric bass guitar. The guitar had all kinds of jutting edges, even at the tip. He stuck his tongue out at the crowd, then smiled, jumping away from the spot light.
They were all still playing, building up the song, as the third red spotlight focused on the second guitarist. This one, appeared much younger than the rest, and by far was dubbed the best looking. He had almost a feminine face, with pouty plump red lips and seductive eyes. His hair was long, dark brown, and hung over his eyes. He wore a tight shirt, covered by a acid washed denim vest. Along with that he wore a pair of baggy black pants, accompanied by a pair of sneakers. His instrument was a white B.C. Rich Virgin VG1 electric guitar. It resembled the bass player's guitar, but had a round smooth bottom.
The last five green spotlights all turned backwards, revealing the massive green drum set. All together he had 9 symbols and 15 drums, equaling a 24 piece set. By the look of his extravagant drum arrangement, he was obviously a professional and preferred to not have his drum skills taken lightly at all. It was hard to tell what the drummer was wearing behind the set. From what could be revealed, however, he had long brown dread locks and some facial hair. He lifted the drum sticks, saluting the crowd. The song was just beginning and the crowd was going wild...yet the star of the show hadn’t even revealed himself yet! That’s right, of course, we can’t forget the lead singer!
Finally the lights beamed upwards again. Only one small beam of light was now on the stage. All that could be seen was the black silhouettes of the musicians as they walked and bounced across the stage. The crowd was going wild, hollering even louder than before, bouncing to the music, shaking their fists. The intro was long and drawn out, but none the less, the music was masterful, epic, technical, and hypnotic.
Finally a flash of light and smoke, fired up into a loud bang, and a familiar voice, came echoing through the speakers. The vocals were gorgeous, as if the singer had been trained for centuries, mastering every pitch,and octane. He never once went off pitch or out of key. His voice dropped down low, imitating demonic growls. Then it went back up again to a screech. All the while he snarled and pressed his lips up to the microphone. He ran out across the stage, and smiled with pride and confidence to finally see the rest of his band behind him. They were all banging their heads with their long messy hair flying in all different directions.
The singer's hair hung all the way down to his waist. It was light blue, with shorter bangs that he had been growing out recently. He wore a black leather jacket, that was two sizes too small for his buff and muscular frame. The jacket had large metal shoulder pads with three sharp metal spikes rising from each shoulder. Under that jacket his bare chest was revealed. His abdominal and pictorial muscles were perfectly sculpted and toned. His leather pants were tight around his legs, in fact they were so tight, it was hard to imagine how he breathed in them. He wore a pair of black military style combat boots to finish off the look.
He held the mic up to his lips, bent over playfully, and then tilted to the side. His body leaned almost strangely in some type of dramatic, curious pose. He flipped his hair with a twist of his neck, and let the long blue locks hang wildly to one side. He screamed the lyrics, he so masterfully wrote himself, into the mic. The fans also sang along, really giving that song that "live" effect. The females in the audience were screaming, whining, squeaking, and ripping apart at their shirts, to reveal the goods to their favorite singer. The vocalist jumped around the stage, and winked at several of them. He then put his foot on the amplifier in front of him, and bellowed more blasphemous and demonic lyrics to his minions. The phrases echoed loudly through the speakers. The screen behind the band, enlarged them through the live cameras, zooming in on their faces and instruments. This way the people in the back could see the band as well.
Mordoth, danced backwards, swaying his hair. He symbolically fucked the mic, with certain words, certain phrases. His glaring yet sultry eyes scanned the crowd with dexterity, speed, and accuracy. Every face of every fan was etched into his brain. With such acute senses, it was almost a burden to be a vampire, to some. If only the fans, were aware of how he slowly made sure to look into each one of their eyes, one by one. It was exquisite, how he tried to really be in touch with his fans through small gestures like this. Most musicians, didn’t even look at the people cheering beneath them.... or at least any particular person. They usually just stared off into the distance.
Then again, they were human musicians, but this band was far from human.
