The Displaced.
Sergei glared at the bar owner, who was stuttering slightly.
"You knew we were mutants. Jono made it abundantly clear. I read the cover letter."
"I didn't know it would be this obvious..."
"Let's think about it another way, mudlak. Do you really have anyone who can fill in for you?"
Sergei raised an eyebrow, and the man shook his head reluctantly.
"But they'll tear up my bar!"
"When we're done, they'll be converted."
There were a few tense looks when the band took the stage, Sergei and Angelo standing out more then either Jono or Octavian. Sergei's black metallic skin gleamed under the stage lights, and his hair took on a deeper blue sheen.
"Hey, we're the Displaced...to start us off, here's one people know," Sergei started to introduce them all.
"And then we'll play some of our own stuff, which you'll want to hear more of," Octavian butted in.
"Shut up, Brit Boy."
"Come over here and make me, Russki."
The audience chuckled slightly.
"As you may have picked up...none of us were actually born in America. Both Jono and Tav are whining Poms...raise a hand, tovarischi."
Jonothon and Octavian did, Jonothon shaking his head slightly and Octavian grinning and blowing a kiss to a beautiful woman. Or a pretty boy. Always a debatable topic with Octavian.
"The one being depressing is Jono...on the drums is Angelo, he's from South America. And my name's Sergei, and I'm Russian. Anyway, let's get the f*ck on with the show."
Sergei tapped out the beat with his foot.
"One, a one two three!"
"I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
You lock me up inside your dirty cage
Well I'm alone inside my mind
I'd like to teach you all the rules
I'd get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
But then your secrets never shone
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's there even you and me?
I love the way you rake my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
Cause I'm that guy you'll never find
I think you know all of the rules
There's no expressions on your face
I'm hope that some day you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's there even you and me?
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's there even you and me..."
This was met well.
"Ok, this is one of our songs. True story, much of it. This is called Something Positive."
"You gotta find something positive
Because the world will fuck you up in some awesome ways
Find that something positive
Don't focus on the negative
I came home today
And dound my girlfriend on her knees
To some guy that wasn't me
But you gotta find something positive
I know I don't have no disease
Whoa oh oh, find the something positive
My wallet was stolen the other day
Now I find someone's living it up in my name
My credit rating's gone down the drain
But I'm still looking for that something positive
No, that's not my name, no siree bob! Call me Jay
Whoa oh oh, find the something positive
The dog ate my homework, no seriously!
No paper no pass no way
No college no life no career no white picket fence with 2.5 kids
Think I found that something positive
And hey, at least that dog's well fed
Whoa oh oh, find the something positive
Whoa oh oh..."
"It's another day
I wake up and go out the door
Because it's just another day.
There's blood on the shower floor
And shattered glass near the door
But it's just another day.
Spilled whisky stains the carpet
And I know you didn't mean it
I hide the bruises
Hide the pain
When the people ask, I say
Fell into the door again.
Smile, shrug, and keep on walking,
Because,
It's just another day.
When the coppers come
It's always too late
And I shrug,
Cos damn, it's just another day
Kid crying in his bed upstairs
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Oh god, god, I'm sorry
Please...
But hey
It's just another day!
So up I get
Out the door I walk
But I always come back, I always do
Because this is what life is
This is what love is
He loves me, I know
Cos he tells me so
As the blood runs down my lip
And the bones break and the bruises form
And it's just another day..."
The gig progressed well, with nary an anti-mutant sentiment to be
found. When they went home, the Displaced had an assurance of more
jobs and cash in their pockets.
OOC: Control by Puddle of Mudd.