dream → 004
Warning: OUR AMPS GO UP TO ELEVEN
Dream Effects: None. And be glad for that.
[The dream started on a stage that was set up in a gigantic stadium; every seat was full of screaming fans, all of them waiting impatiently, on the edge of riot, for the show to start.]
[And Liquid was backstage, waiting with just as much impatience to be given the go-ahead to finally get onstage; the stage crew was going over the last of the equipment checks before they could be sent on. He crossed his arms over his bare chest; there was a guitar slung over one of his broad shoulders, sleek and painted a deep, dark red. One could argue that he wasn't dressed much differently than normal, except that he usually didn't wear black leather trousers that were so tight that they might as well have been painted on.]
[They did make his ass look fantastic, though.]
[When they were finally given the go-ahead, he walked out onto the prepared stage to the sound of a million screaming fans. He let their adoration wash over him like a wave, basking in the light of their fanatical devotion. They lived for him, to hear his voice and see him from practically half a mile away, to say that they were able to see him even if he was just a speck on a distant stage.]
[This must have been what it felt like to be God.]
[There was Raven behind him on drums, Wolf to his side with back-up guitar and Mantis-- Lord, he was wearing just as much leather as always, the weird bastard-- on bass. When they started playing, it wasn't a song that Liquid would have recognized when he was awake, but the song didn't matter; all that mattered was that it was loud, because their amps went up to eleven, it was rock, and it involved a hell of a lot of head banging, but that was all right because Liquid sure as hell had the hair for it.]
[And Liquid commanded that stage just like he commanded a battlefield. All eyes were on him, and he loved it.]
[When the song ended, he was up near the front edge of the stage, where screaming fans reached their arms up toward him in worship.]
[...was that Silverburgh?]
[Why didn't she have a shirt on?]
[Was that--?!]
[He woke up just before her thrown bra hit him in the face.]
!
[Oh God what.]
((Filtered from minors. No boobs for you.))
Dream Effects: None. And be glad for that.
[The dream started on a stage that was set up in a gigantic stadium; every seat was full of screaming fans, all of them waiting impatiently, on the edge of riot, for the show to start.]
[And Liquid was backstage, waiting with just as much impatience to be given the go-ahead to finally get onstage; the stage crew was going over the last of the equipment checks before they could be sent on. He crossed his arms over his bare chest; there was a guitar slung over one of his broad shoulders, sleek and painted a deep, dark red. One could argue that he wasn't dressed much differently than normal, except that he usually didn't wear black leather trousers that were so tight that they might as well have been painted on.]
[They did make his ass look fantastic, though.]
[When they were finally given the go-ahead, he walked out onto the prepared stage to the sound of a million screaming fans. He let their adoration wash over him like a wave, basking in the light of their fanatical devotion. They lived for him, to hear his voice and see him from practically half a mile away, to say that they were able to see him even if he was just a speck on a distant stage.]
[This must have been what it felt like to be God.]
[There was Raven behind him on drums, Wolf to his side with back-up guitar and Mantis-- Lord, he was wearing just as much leather as always, the weird bastard-- on bass. When they started playing, it wasn't a song that Liquid would have recognized when he was awake, but the song didn't matter; all that mattered was that it was loud, because their amps went up to eleven, it was rock, and it involved a hell of a lot of head banging, but that was all right because Liquid sure as hell had the hair for it.]
[And Liquid commanded that stage just like he commanded a battlefield. All eyes were on him, and he loved it.]
[When the song ended, he was up near the front edge of the stage, where screaming fans reached their arms up toward him in worship.]
[...was that Silverburgh?]
[Why didn't she have a shirt on?]
[Was that--?!]
[He woke up just before her thrown bra hit him in the face.]
!
[Oh God what.]
((Filtered from minors. No boobs for you.))