[ Too many times. For Squalo, at least. Maybe Xanxus hadn't experienced some of those things yet, but this place had a funny way of piecing things back together. ]
[ A whole different show indeed, one that quite a few people seem to be expecting. But no. Maybe another time. Or just later. That is, if they don't forget this burning attraction the moment they step off the stage. ]
[ Funny, he has a similar memory, too. Of himself with short hair and a bandaged arm, saying those words. 'Before that plan is realized, I'm not gonna cut my hair. That's a wish I've made, and now I'm making it a promise to you. Hey, you should--' ]
[ He never managed to remember who he was talking to, but now? He has a pretty good feeling. Hey, maybe someone will catch a glimpse of that imagery, since he seems to be transmitting most of the feelings in his head into sound waves. But it's too brief, too vague to really explain anything. ]
[ In the meantime, he's too busy staring at Xanxus and breaking out laughing, because shit now that sounds like sap. He gets up a moment later, though, and kicks the guitarist. ]
Harder, assholes!
[ He walks up to the sound controls and turns the distortion up to the max, resulting in a... well, definitely heavier sound, and walks back to Xanxus with a shit-eating grin. Clearly they should do a re-play of "Set fire to the rain" next. ]
[ But once again, that teasing fades a bit once he starts singing. He's strangely comfortable with the high notes, even if his voice is rough and gravely as always. ]
You are the fire and I am the rain Washing you out, I drown your flame You are the fire and I am the rain Calming you down
You're a prisoner on the run I am the moon that reflects the sun I am unbeaten and I am unwon But then you were alone They thought I didn't see you going down I'll take up your rage and get you out I am never something in between But I've got faith
And it's burning still And it's burning still Yeah, it's burning still And it's burning I'm not the light I am the dark
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[ A whole different show indeed, one that quite a few people seem to be expecting. But no. Maybe another time. Or just later. That is, if they don't forget this burning attraction the moment they step off the stage. ]
[ Funny, he has a similar memory, too. Of himself with short hair and a bandaged arm, saying those words. 'Before that plan is realized, I'm not gonna cut my hair. That's a wish I've made, and now I'm making it a promise to you. Hey, you should--' ]
[ He never managed to remember who he was talking to, but now? He has a pretty good feeling. Hey, maybe someone will catch a glimpse of that imagery, since he seems to be transmitting most of the feelings in his head into sound waves. But it's too brief, too vague to really explain anything. ]
[ In the meantime, he's too busy staring at Xanxus and breaking out laughing, because shit now that sounds like sap. He gets up a moment later, though, and kicks the guitarist. ]
Harder, assholes!
[ He walks up to the sound controls and turns the distortion up to the max, resulting in a... well, definitely heavier sound, and walks back to Xanxus with a shit-eating grin. Clearly they should do a re-play of "Set fire to the rain" next. ]
[ But once again, that teasing fades a bit once he starts singing. He's strangely comfortable with the high notes, even if his voice is rough and gravely as always. ]
You are the fire and I am the rain
Washing you out, I drown your flame
You are the fire and I am the rain
Calming you down
You're a prisoner on the run
I am the moon that reflects the sun
I am unbeaten and I am unwon
But then you were alone
They thought I didn't see you going down
I'll take up your rage and get you out
I am never something in between
But I've got faith
And it's burning still
And it's burning still
Yeah, it's burning still
And it's burning
I'm not the light
I am the dark