[mc] Moon Baby
Sal moved through the main doors of the Aliante, giving a wave to the main desk reception ladies before heading into the showroom where their show was to take place later that evening. Rescheduling was a bitch due to the quick cancellation a few nights ago when Sal stayed with Channing. He wasn't sorry. Neither were any of the other guys. It had been a sealed pact between the four that if something personal ever arose, it would be dealt with immediately, no grudges. Good thing it slid well with the officials of the new hotel too. Sal was technically held responsible for the change in dates but it was handled quickly with no real problems.
'And he cometh to createth the music tonight!' Chris gave a toothy grin as his bandmate came down the aisle, holding his hands over his head reverently. 'Glad you could make it, man. Since the gig over at Heifers, word got out and 200 more tickets sold.'
Sal's mouthed dropped as he glanced over at Tim for verification. 'No shit..' he stared dumbfounded until his brother gave a definite nod. 'Does this have anything to do with that writer that worked for RS?'
Tim shrugged, grinning like a mad dog before he drove his foot down onto the bass drum pedal, thrusting out a bit of a beat as his brother directed a pointed finger at him to let him know that he was onto him. Giving a raspy chuckle, Sal hopped on stage and shuffled towards the stand where his prized Ace Frehley Black Beauty sat in all its glory. He'd spent years saving up for her, and once he had her, he refused to put her down for a solid week.
'Alright,' he slipped his head under the strap, adjusting it to his liking before plugging it in. 'Moonlight. 2,3,4' he counted out before the four of them started simultaneously.
I sit around wishing you well
how I'm craving you, yeah!
Every time I'm near you
I always wanna swallow you down
I'll be right here if ya' need me
Despite him singing and his hand seemingly fixed around the neck while his fingers glided across the frets with ease, Sal was thinking of Channing. How every syllable of the song reminded him of her.
Let's take a trip to the stars far away
where were you when I was down?
Staring into the dead
my pain is caused by my pleasure
my soul mate lives in your body
I can't get you out of my head
His rough, smokey voice burned through the mic and as he closed his eyes. Her form became apparent immediately. Darkened features, hypnotizing soulful brown eyes, decadent lips, and a tongue so deadly that it scared him sometimes to think of what she could do to him during one simple, hungered kiss. Under his closed eyelids, he saw her apparition. Reaching out to him, grazing rose petal soft fingertips along his temple, baiting his senses and indulging them in a single, breathy moan of his name.
His tongue rolled, the words growing quiet even as his mouth remained at the microphone as the others around him glanced at each other with question etched in their features. The vigour in their brothers voice faded, morphing into blatant distraction. Sal clearly had something else on his mind.
Tim's hands slowed, soon dwindling to a quiet and constant single beat that gave the song a more tribal beat as the others stopped completely. Sal stood, transfixed, still singing until he felt the stillness surround him.
Opening his eyes, he looked around him, a sheepish smile curling into his lips.
'Oookay then. Shall we move onto something a bit more heavy?' he laughed, 'Yeah. Let's try Lie to Me.'