The Displaced
Octavian was biting his nails as the Displaced clustered around a radio. A radio station in New York had accepted their song to play it as their first single. They had a pretty strong following in the rock band club circuit in New York, but it was time to start looking further outwards.
Jonothon reached forward to turn up the volume.
"Now, you may have seen them on the news...the first out in the open, loud and proud, mutant rock band. They're called the Displaced, people, and here's their first single, Blood, Baby, Blood. We are the *first* station to play it ever, and we're the *first* station to play their music. So, here they are. The Displaced playing Blood, Baby, Blood. Their first single, but I think, not their last."
"Join me in the dark
The blessings of an unholy god
Rain down like blood
A wet crimson rain
Oh, oh we belong here
Baby, kiss me one more time
And don't look back
Never look back
Darkness all around us
In this desecrated fervour
Lips on skin and blood wet touches
In the red darkness of our hearts
Oh, oh, we belong here
Lost all alone in the dark
Scratch your nails down my back
And let me bruise you harder
Because enough is never enough
The darkness of the yawning void
Join me in the bloodlust we create
In the hours of the night
Oh, oh we belong here
In the darkness of the night
Bite me harder, the pain is not enough
Ours is a nothing, dark bloodfilled love
Dark bloodfilled love
The emptiness of life
The darkness of the night
Bite me harder, baby, make me bleed
Oh, oh, we belong here
Oh, oh, we belong here
In the dark, baby
Blood, we're dripping with it
Blood of yours and mine and others unnamed
Oh, oh, we belong here
Put your bloodstained hand in mine
Leave the knife there, wipe it clean on the grass
Bloodbound, bloodlust, blood, baby, blood..."
"And that was Blood, Baby, Blood by the Displaced..."
The DJ faded into an ad break, and they looked at each other.
"Well, that sounded better then I had expected," Octavian observed.
"Da."
"Si."
"Dear God, we're gonna fail."
"Stop being so pessimistic," Octavian sniffed.
"We'll be fine. Heavens, if Britney Spears can suceed, any one can. If they are attractive. We're all delicious."
He nodded. The others looked at him like he was mad.
"Well, the single goes on sale tomorrow. We'll see how we do."