A Club in Envy's Toronto, Saturday Evening

[whenshewasnice]

It was a Saturday evening in Toronto - when, exactly, didn't matter, as the time difference between this world and others was a fickle and odd thing. 'Saturday evening' was specific enough. Anyway, by the posters plastered along the outside of the building and some nearby streets, the time was off only by a mere week or so. When it came to the

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The Bar (Pre-Show)

[whenshewasnice]

Get a beer, eye the hipsters critically, maybe spot a familiar face from Fandom and make some small talk.

Re: The Bar (Pre-Show)

[lockestheway]

Peter wasn't getting a beer. And if he was eyeing the hipsters, it was over the shoulders of two burly bodyguards and one permanently-bescowled Thai general, none of which were under any inclination to let him out of their sight.

"You really never loosen up, do you, Suri?" Peter asked.

"One hour," Suriyawong replied.

"I feel like I'm a kid back in elementary school again," Peter replied. "One hour of playtime and then it's homework and to bed, Peter."

Re: The Bar (Pre-Show)

[makemyownway]

"You're at a bar," Cade observed, sauntering over with his two beers (he'd finished one and three shots already because Cade). "I thought you were allergic to fun. That's what Ben had always thought, anyway..."

Re: The Bar (Pre-Show)

[lockestheway]

Oh, ugh.

Suriyawong slid into Cade's line of sight - blocking off Peter - like he'd planned it that way. Peter gave him an idle push aside. "I'm here for Envy," he said mildly.

The Show

[whenshewasnice]

Once The Run Run Hurry Hurries are done making a slightly uncoordinated racket, it's time for the main event.

"Please put your hands together for Toronto's very own KID CHAMELEON!"

The Show - First Song

[whenshewasnice]

The band filed onto the stage. Six people in all, taking up their instruments, whether the bass or a guitar or the bongos. Filling up the stage, beginning to fill the space with an ominous noise waiting to turn into music.

Except there were seven people in the band. Envy walked onto the stage last. (She'd never done it like that before. And still didn't really make anyone wait for her, per se. It was just s slower entrance.) High-heeled boots and fishnet stockings and short skirt and bold red lips and all. She said nothing when she got to her mic by the keyboard. She just began to play, and all the other noise turned into music around it.

"There was no way out, the only way out was to give in." It was all kind of understated. Slow. Envy's voice was soft and bordering on wistful. "There was no way out, the only way out was to give in; how I love to give in..."

It went on like that for a while, an easy, melancholy flow of music. -- And then a sudden shift into something more violent. Suddenly it was obvious why having a drummer And

The Show - Somewhere in the Middle

[whenshewasnice]

The show was in full swing, and there'd even been a couple of covers to make sure the pace stayed fast along with the audiences and the band's heart rates. And they weren't about to let up now, launching into another song that sent the bass vibrating through the floorboards. Also, were they doing the Nintendo-esque sound effects themselves, or was it just the world bending to embrace their style? It was hard to tell. This world had its own aesthetic, after all.

Envy didn't strut quite the way she would in just a short year or two, but she was getting there. "Take me out of this state I'm in, go somewhere I've never been. Got something trapped inside, still alive, where's that paradise?"

She had more of a smile on her face than those in the audience who'd seen her play songs in private would remember seeing. But it had an edge to it too. It wasn't unfriendly, but it suggested something predatory all the same.

"Oh yeah, woo-hoo! Too bad, woo-hoo! So sad, woo-hoo!"

And she couldn't really deliver lyrics like those without it. That

The Show - Final Song

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was wiping sweat from her forehead. Just a little. "We're at the end of our time with you tonight," she announced, "but we'd like to leave you with one last song. It's a new one, and it's called Blind Valentine." Ha ha. Yeah. Tonight was a great night for playing this one for an audience for the first time. "Thank you."

The song began, hypnotic. And Envy was as cool as cool could be. "Whatever I want, whatever I do, whatever I say." Swaying behind her keyboard. "Whatever I make, whatever I spend, whatever I save. The sound of the club, the kiss on your lips, it should be mine. The people you meet, the people you trust, the people you find." Her unblinking gaze swept across the audience, but didn't settle on anyone in particular. She could barely see more than shapes, anyway, the lights on the stage were so bright in her eyes. "That's the difference, baby, between you and me. That's the difference, baby, between you and me.."

And she closed her eyes as the music swelled.

"Sky high, in better times, when love was hard to find

The Bar (Post-Show)

[whenshewasnice]

Good show, right? Right. Mingle some more, or just wait around to catch a word with Envy or her bandmates.

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[of_toronto]

Scott was the first one out of the back room and to the bar. Totally shifty-eyeing the crowd like he was afraid of label reps or something.

Which, ha-ha, he totally wasn't. It was just that, like, when did the band get this... large?

Re: The Bar (Post-Show)

[lockestheway]

"We should go," Suriyawong said abruptly.

Peter shot him a look. "Have you seen anyone suspicious yet?" he said. "We're in another universe."

"We should go," Suriyawong repeated.

Peter sighed. "Someone get me a soda," he said, "Something Canadian. Then we go."

Re: The Bar (Post-Show)

[whenshewasnice]

"Did you really have to drag Suri here?" Envy asked, once she'd made her way to the bar, past fan encounters and the like. "Or, alternatively, Suri, did you have to muscle your way into coming here? It's a different universe."

OOC [11/07]

[whenshewasnice]

It's taken me forever but I fiiiiinally got around to this, omg.