[For some reason Trucy is rocking that stage today. System Crash is usually pretty good at getting a crowd up and dancing, but she's taking it to a whole new level. Of course she's also added her own flares to the show, such as her guitar vanishing into thin air when it's over.
Those who catch her backstage after the show will be greeted by the bouncy excitement of a girl still riding the performance high. And Trucy's energetic anyway, so.... enjoy that.]
Don't Forget to Remember-
[Trucy has spent most of the festival bouncing around excitedly and taking in all the sights and sounds like hyperactive kid. Which is why it's so odd to see her standing still. Actually, she seems to be completely zoned out. And she's staring at.... an instrument case? There's a lot of those lying around, but this one is for a large stringed instrument. A cello maybe.
In her mind, she's backstage. But not one of the stages here. And... they're looking for someone. Someone who could be in danger. And... that's where they found her. The image in her mind of an injured, unconscious woman lying in a contrabass case is as clear as day. She... she couldn't be... dead? Could she?]
Lamiroir....
[She whispers the name quietly, still lost in the unbidden memory.]
Trucy Wright | Pride Records | System Crash
[For some reason Trucy is rocking that stage today. System Crash is usually pretty good at getting a crowd up and dancing, but she's taking it to a whole new level. Of course she's also added her own flares to the show, such as her guitar vanishing into thin air when it's over.
Those who catch her backstage after the show will be greeted by the bouncy excitement of a girl still riding the performance high. And Trucy's energetic anyway, so.... enjoy that.]
Don't Forget to Remember-
[Trucy has spent most of the festival bouncing around excitedly and taking in all the sights and sounds like hyperactive kid. Which is why it's so odd to see her standing still. Actually, she seems to be completely zoned out. And she's staring at.... an instrument case? There's a lot of those lying around, but this one is for a large stringed instrument. A cello maybe.
In her mind, she's backstage. But not one of the stages here. And... they're looking for someone. Someone who could be in danger. And... that's where they found her. The image in her mind of an injured, unconscious woman lying in a contrabass case is as clear as day. She... she couldn't be... dead? Could she?]
Lamiroir....
[She whispers the name quietly, still lost in the unbidden memory.]