[Thread] You Got Me Rockin' [Attn: Kiba, Zaku, Kin, any and all!]
Who: Cold Hard Bitch + fans
What: CHB have their first headlining gig! At the Whiskey-A-Go-Go! Fun times ensue, with much rocking out.
When: December 28th, 1988
Where: The Whiskey. Obvsly.
Notes: Anybody is welcome to turn up! Also, Kiba will be unavailable after the show, though you are welcome to mention seeing him fending off fangirls at the bar. :D
"Okay. Everybody's got that person in their life who's totally bad for them in the best kind of way. You all know what I mean - the one that keeps you up late at night when you're lonely, the one that makes you think things you'd really rather not, the one that drives you crazy with half a look until you're almost convinced you can't live without them. Hell, most of us here have probably been that person. I know I have."
Kiba paused his introduction just as the lights came on - right on cue - to reveal the wry smirk putting dimples into his painted cheeks and his casual drape over the microphone stand. He scanned the crowd in satisfaction; it was ego-strokingly large, an excellent turnout to Cold Hard Bitch's first headlining gig. To be honest, he hadn't even really realised that their following had grown this much. Maybe that was due to the fact that their usual venues were a fuckload smaller than the Whiskey. Maybe he just wasn't paying attention before.
He spotted a few familiar faces, grin widening at each in turn (although a few key people - such as Temari - were missing, tied up at the Unsex Me gig also playing tonight at Puss) before he flicked his glance sideways to get the go-ahead from Zaku. Kiba eased the mic out of the stand and sauntered to the front of the stage, hips rolling easily under the worn, battered denim of his jeans, the spotlight tracking him sending reflections off his belt buckle. "Well, this show goes out to them, whoever they may be for you," he continued, tipping a flirtatious wink at a cute young blonde - obviously underage, but it was sort of nice that she'd managed to sneak in for the show - and tapping one bare foot in anticipation. Time to get this show on the road.
"And this song is for one of mine."
The entire band threw themselves into the opening number with perfectly-rehearsed timing; their stage energy was also pretty fucking righteous and tonight they were better than ever. Kiba knew he was going to be absolutely fucked after the set, but for now he let the shivery thrill of live high get him wired enough to bounce around the stage, shamelessly hogging the spotlight and playing up to the crowd like he was God's gift to all of them. He had them in the palm of his hand before he even added in the blatantly suggestive thrusts - Hard, hard, hard as can be - and knew his head was going to be impossibly swollen off the power trip.
Oh, well. It was a tough job but somebody had to do it...
It was also a nice surprise to see people singing along, too. To think they'd come along to enough of C.H.B.'s sporadic gigs to learn to words - and, okay, so they weren't the most profound or earth-shattering of lyrics, but still - gave Kiba a warm, fuzzy glow inside. It made up for the lack of one from his usual pre-show alcohol intake: while he was always careful to never be drunk pre-set and thus make a total goober of himself, he did enjoy a nice Rebel Yell to soak his throat in preparation for a night's abuse, but tonight he'd forgone that treat. Tonight he wanted to be himself, all himself, just to make sure he could be. He had too much invested in this show - this music - to let anything steal a moment's glory away from him. It wasn't just a show. It was a turning point he'd taking entirely too long to get himself to. He wanted to be able to account for, and remember, everything.
He was just as glad he'd written the lyrics to most of the songs himself, or he would have been in danger of fogetting the words to half the new songs they'd churned out in the past month and half; Zaku and Kin had worked even harder than he had to arrange percussion lines and melodies, although Kiba had helped where he could. He was intensely glad that hed picked up Songwriting as a class, since he now had an overview as to what all the instruments ought to be accomplishing and could offer legitimate help as to where things should be heading, musically-speaking. Still, it hadn't been easy on any of them to try and put together this much new material under all the pressure they'd suddenly found themselves under. As it was, their set just barely cleared the hour-long mark, and they had up to an hour and half to fill. Most of the excess would be taken with tuning - a necessary factor to any show, and not just filler - and with him chatting to the crowd. He liked to talk to them, it was interesting. It gave them a bit of a chance for some spontaneous feedback, or a pause in which to throw bottles, although this actually rarely happened.
Clearly they were just too awesome to be heckled that badly. Kiba liked to tell himself that, anyway. It was good for his always-uncertain self-esteem.
Pausing for a water break after 'CRUEL CRUEL FATE' (which he was always sort of amused by; it was a facetious commentary of his own awkwardness, although not many people seemed to actually get that), Kiba propped himself up on the mic stand again. His shirt - the one he'd doctored up for the Warehouse Party way back when, since he was a dork like that - was already sticking to him with sweat, and he almost wished he had the raw cajones to just get fucking naked. But then he'd never be able to wrestle his jeans on over sweat-soaked skin, and it was cold outside the humming heat of the club, and--
--Wait a freakin' minute, his brain screamed suddenly. Kiba was pretty sure he'd contained his shock as he glanced back to where his eyes had picked out an impossibility amongst the crowd, only looking long enough to confirm that, yes, that was indeed Temari at his freakin' show, with Anko and Naruto beside her when all three should have been at Unsex Me's gig and rocking fiercely by now. He was sort of proud that his voice didn't even so much as twitch through their cover of the 'Stones 'You Got Me Rocking', although as his vision slid over the trio as if he'd not seen them he felt a bit rank. Should he have waved or something? But he hadn't been expecting her to be here!! Fuck! Would she notice? Would she question anything? Was he just overthinking? Probably. But he'd worked out oh-so-carefully what he was going to do after tonight and Temari's presence completely derailed it. Fuck! How long had she been here? From the start? Had she heard his intro? Did she wonder?
Well, whatever. There was no point in worrying about it. Kiba reined his concentration in and, if anything, upped his game. He refused to let this rattle him. Kiba Inuzuka was bound and determined to turn over a new leaf, a leaf which involved him growing a proverbial pair and takin' it like the man he was supposed to be. If Tem queried the setlist - especially the new songs...fuck! - then he'd give her the answers. And if she didn't, he'd go with his original plot of handing her the bootleg he was having recorded and the letter he had tucked away in a place where not even Kin was likely to find it and cause havoc. And then he'd finally track her the fuck down somewhere private and have that chat he seemed to keep putting off for various reasons and life would end like a Disney movie. Well. That was the vague plan, anyway, although admittedly it still needed a little refining.
Kiba let nervous energy boost him up and carry him along, melding with the stage-high and the cheers from the crowd. What would happen would happen, and he could only do his best to get them to go where he wanted. The point was that now he was actively trying, which had to be a step up from just sitting on his ass and hoping the world would take pity and throw him a lifeline. That sort of charity was more than he deserved; if he wanted change, he'd have to make it happen himself. He knew that now. He'd been working towards it. But he was still a fucking coward, no matter how hard he tried to mask it, and all of this shit with its fucking complications kept throwing him for a loop.
He threw his shirt to some enthusiastic chick in the crowd when the heat became totally unbearable, absently squirting Kin with his water bottle so she didn't die or something messy. That was the last thing he needed right now.
"Artful deception, or call it 'deceit'. I got a bark like a kick in the teeth!"
The super-sexy setlist! Clocks in at around 67 minutes or something, plus all the time Kibbles spent talking and whatnot. Enjoy~ X3
Hong Kong Fury
Get Up! (Don't Fight It!)
At Your Touch
MF From Hell
Lady
Harmonic Generator
CRUEL CRUEL FATE
You Got Me Rocking (The Rolling Stones)
Stuck Here For Days
Hoochie Mama
In Love
Blacken My Thumb
Maximum Heartbreak
You Can't Find Me
What I've Lost
Lucille
System Overload
Such A Pretty Curse
Freeze Sucker
Encore: Shook Me All Night Long (AC/DC)
(Ohhh yeah that's some sexy setlist UNFUNFUNF OH BABY YEAH) (I mean what)
What: CHB have their first headlining gig! At the Whiskey-A-Go-Go! Fun times ensue, with much rocking out.
When: December 28th, 1988
Where: The Whiskey. Obvsly.
Notes: Anybody is welcome to turn up! Also, Kiba will be unavailable after the show, though you are welcome to mention seeing him fending off fangirls at the bar. :D
"Okay. Everybody's got that person in their life who's totally bad for them in the best kind of way. You all know what I mean - the one that keeps you up late at night when you're lonely, the one that makes you think things you'd really rather not, the one that drives you crazy with half a look until you're almost convinced you can't live without them. Hell, most of us here have probably been that person. I know I have."
Kiba paused his introduction just as the lights came on - right on cue - to reveal the wry smirk putting dimples into his painted cheeks and his casual drape over the microphone stand. He scanned the crowd in satisfaction; it was ego-strokingly large, an excellent turnout to Cold Hard Bitch's first headlining gig. To be honest, he hadn't even really realised that their following had grown this much. Maybe that was due to the fact that their usual venues were a fuckload smaller than the Whiskey. Maybe he just wasn't paying attention before.
He spotted a few familiar faces, grin widening at each in turn (although a few key people - such as Temari - were missing, tied up at the Unsex Me gig also playing tonight at Puss) before he flicked his glance sideways to get the go-ahead from Zaku. Kiba eased the mic out of the stand and sauntered to the front of the stage, hips rolling easily under the worn, battered denim of his jeans, the spotlight tracking him sending reflections off his belt buckle. "Well, this show goes out to them, whoever they may be for you," he continued, tipping a flirtatious wink at a cute young blonde - obviously underage, but it was sort of nice that she'd managed to sneak in for the show - and tapping one bare foot in anticipation. Time to get this show on the road.
"And this song is for one of mine."
The entire band threw themselves into the opening number with perfectly-rehearsed timing; their stage energy was also pretty fucking righteous and tonight they were better than ever. Kiba knew he was going to be absolutely fucked after the set, but for now he let the shivery thrill of live high get him wired enough to bounce around the stage, shamelessly hogging the spotlight and playing up to the crowd like he was God's gift to all of them. He had them in the palm of his hand before he even added in the blatantly suggestive thrusts - Hard, hard, hard as can be - and knew his head was going to be impossibly swollen off the power trip.
Oh, well. It was a tough job but somebody had to do it...
It was also a nice surprise to see people singing along, too. To think they'd come along to enough of C.H.B.'s sporadic gigs to learn to words - and, okay, so they weren't the most profound or earth-shattering of lyrics, but still - gave Kiba a warm, fuzzy glow inside. It made up for the lack of one from his usual pre-show alcohol intake: while he was always careful to never be drunk pre-set and thus make a total goober of himself, he did enjoy a nice Rebel Yell to soak his throat in preparation for a night's abuse, but tonight he'd forgone that treat. Tonight he wanted to be himself, all himself, just to make sure he could be. He had too much invested in this show - this music - to let anything steal a moment's glory away from him. It wasn't just a show. It was a turning point he'd taking entirely too long to get himself to. He wanted to be able to account for, and remember, everything.
He was just as glad he'd written the lyrics to most of the songs himself, or he would have been in danger of fogetting the words to half the new songs they'd churned out in the past month and half; Zaku and Kin had worked even harder than he had to arrange percussion lines and melodies, although Kiba had helped where he could. He was intensely glad that hed picked up Songwriting as a class, since he now had an overview as to what all the instruments ought to be accomplishing and could offer legitimate help as to where things should be heading, musically-speaking. Still, it hadn't been easy on any of them to try and put together this much new material under all the pressure they'd suddenly found themselves under. As it was, their set just barely cleared the hour-long mark, and they had up to an hour and half to fill. Most of the excess would be taken with tuning - a necessary factor to any show, and not just filler - and with him chatting to the crowd. He liked to talk to them, it was interesting. It gave them a bit of a chance for some spontaneous feedback, or a pause in which to throw bottles, although this actually rarely happened.
Clearly they were just too awesome to be heckled that badly. Kiba liked to tell himself that, anyway. It was good for his always-uncertain self-esteem.
Pausing for a water break after 'CRUEL CRUEL FATE' (which he was always sort of amused by; it was a facetious commentary of his own awkwardness, although not many people seemed to actually get that), Kiba propped himself up on the mic stand again. His shirt - the one he'd doctored up for the Warehouse Party way back when, since he was a dork like that - was already sticking to him with sweat, and he almost wished he had the raw cajones to just get fucking naked. But then he'd never be able to wrestle his jeans on over sweat-soaked skin, and it was cold outside the humming heat of the club, and--
--Wait a freakin' minute, his brain screamed suddenly. Kiba was pretty sure he'd contained his shock as he glanced back to where his eyes had picked out an impossibility amongst the crowd, only looking long enough to confirm that, yes, that was indeed Temari at his freakin' show, with Anko and Naruto beside her when all three should have been at Unsex Me's gig and rocking fiercely by now. He was sort of proud that his voice didn't even so much as twitch through their cover of the 'Stones 'You Got Me Rocking', although as his vision slid over the trio as if he'd not seen them he felt a bit rank. Should he have waved or something? But he hadn't been expecting her to be here!! Fuck! Would she notice? Would she question anything? Was he just overthinking? Probably. But he'd worked out oh-so-carefully what he was going to do after tonight and Temari's presence completely derailed it. Fuck! How long had she been here? From the start? Had she heard his intro? Did she wonder?
Well, whatever. There was no point in worrying about it. Kiba reined his concentration in and, if anything, upped his game. He refused to let this rattle him. Kiba Inuzuka was bound and determined to turn over a new leaf, a leaf which involved him growing a proverbial pair and takin' it like the man he was supposed to be. If Tem queried the setlist - especially the new songs...fuck! - then he'd give her the answers. And if she didn't, he'd go with his original plot of handing her the bootleg he was having recorded and the letter he had tucked away in a place where not even Kin was likely to find it and cause havoc. And then he'd finally track her the fuck down somewhere private and have that chat he seemed to keep putting off for various reasons and life would end like a Disney movie. Well. That was the vague plan, anyway, although admittedly it still needed a little refining.
Kiba let nervous energy boost him up and carry him along, melding with the stage-high and the cheers from the crowd. What would happen would happen, and he could only do his best to get them to go where he wanted. The point was that now he was actively trying, which had to be a step up from just sitting on his ass and hoping the world would take pity and throw him a lifeline. That sort of charity was more than he deserved; if he wanted change, he'd have to make it happen himself. He knew that now. He'd been working towards it. But he was still a fucking coward, no matter how hard he tried to mask it, and all of this shit with its fucking complications kept throwing him for a loop.
He threw his shirt to some enthusiastic chick in the crowd when the heat became totally unbearable, absently squirting Kin with his water bottle so she didn't die or something messy. That was the last thing he needed right now.
"Artful deception, or call it 'deceit'. I got a bark like a kick in the teeth!"
The super-sexy setlist! Clocks in at around 67 minutes or something, plus all the time Kibbles spent talking and whatnot. Enjoy~ X3
Hong Kong Fury
Get Up! (Don't Fight It!)
At Your Touch
MF From Hell
Lady
Harmonic Generator
CRUEL CRUEL FATE
You Got Me Rocking (The Rolling Stones)
Stuck Here For Days
Hoochie Mama
In Love
Blacken My Thumb
Maximum Heartbreak
You Can't Find Me
What I've Lost
Lucille
System Overload
Such A Pretty Curse
Freeze Sucker
Encore: Shook Me All Night Long (AC/DC)
(Ohhh yeah that's some sexy setlist UNFUNFUNF OH BABY YEAH) (I mean what)