Punk is not dead

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.


It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

[ooc: open prompts below or make up your own]

Comments

[psyvampexperiment]

[A smirk of approval at this comparison] There are a lot of similarities with the legend of Prometheus: perhaps they were the same being, or the one version inspired the other.

[He'll tilt his head, taking this in and nodding slowly, taking it in.] Mmmm, that is an interesting angle, though there again, the Watchers came from a cold and rational place, and the humans offered them warmth and color and emotion in all its shades. It was... a cultural and emotional exchange, by all accounts.

It could well be an allegory, that these entities were, in fact, merely a symbol of the wisdom that lies within us all, waiting to be tapped into, if we simply listen to it has to tell us.

For someone who claims not to be a philosopher, you have some deep notions. [Replying to that sheepish grin with a reassuring smirk of his own.]

[vivelarevolution]

[there was something there. Moving from the cold to the warmth. The cold to the heat. What was it. Something something fire. He couldn't pin it down]

Haha well I just think a lot. The wisdom that lies in us all... [he offers a smile up at the ceiling] I like that a lot. But I wonder if it's an allegory too not to get too wrapped up in knowing everything that you forget what's really important.

[psyvampexperiment]

[A appreciative and acknowledging nod and a smile to go along.] And that is a good thing... at the risk of sounding like a crochety old man, at times, there don't seem to be a lot of people who think deeply about the Big Questions, or at least, they seem to shy from talking about them. Or, I might be getting too wrapped up in my own knowledge and thoughts. [A bit of a self-deprecating shrug and tilt of his head.]

[vivelarevolution]

You're not old at all. [he laughs a little] Anyway it's better than talking about what went on up there...

[but he doesn't want to get morose so he won't. Just will drain his juice.]

But I guess it was inevitable.

[psyvampexperiment]

[A gentle, even self-deprecating laugh.] We'll just say that I'm older than I like, but no, contrary to my stage persona, I am not a being thousands of years old.

If you need to unburden after a tiring performance, I've an open ear or two to listen. [Leaning closer companionably.]

[vivelarevolution]

What's there to talk about. This whole competition... [he shakes his head] It didn't really prove anything. Everyone is too set in their ways to change and in the end we are all just puppets.

[don't mind him. It seems he is getting a little morose in his juice after all]

[psyvampexperiment]

[He looks concerned, and will lean in closer, careful not to get too close, but close enough to let the youngster know that he's listening.]

You sound a bit wrung out after the performance, if you ask me, and that's all right to feel: I've been there myself, after an especially tiring show.

[vivelarevolution]

I was wrung out before I got there. With the lights and ...whatever was going on a few days ago. [he rests his cheek on his fist and looks at the guy. He's getting...pretty close there] Maybe we should just play music and not worry so much about truth?

[psyvampexperiment]

Sometimes it does help, to lose oneself in the moment and the music and shut out everything else around you, and that's something I strive to do, but... [A pause and a breath, and he lowers his voice as if to avoid being overheard, glancing around without turning his head.] I sometimes have trouble achieving that. But not always.

[vivelarevolution]

[he nods. He knows that and has done it from time to time himself. But never when it really matters, which seems opposite to him. He blinks in surprise at the admission, and then leans in a little himself, pitching his voice low.]

Why do you have trouble? Do you know?

[psyvampexperiment]

Sometimes it's simply feeling tired from the strain of performing and recording on such a tight schedule, other times it's from a lack of inspiration. [A breath and a shrug.] Sometimes, I simply don't feel up to it. I may play an angel, but I'm still a human being after all, and the human heart can be a more mysterious creature than an angel.

[vivelarevolution]

Hmnh. That sounds poetic. [he likes that though. It gives him a thought. A germ of an idea] You could make a song out of it.

Something about juxtaposition. Expectation. [he gets an almost dreamy look as he imagines it, tapping a beat on the table with his fingers] What do you think?

[psyvampexperiment]

[He might raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the notion and reaching into a pocket of his jeans, pulls out a small leather covered notebook.] It could be the germ for a song. Thanks for pointing that out: I was probably too close to the notion to see it that way. [He'll jot in the journal, yet chats while jotting.]

Juxtaposition... indeed: we think of angels as complicated beings since they are greater and more powerful, and yet they are, in fact, less complex: their emotions work differently from ours and their thinking process is less cluttered.