A Club in Envy's Toronto, Saturday Evening
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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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 someone playing the bongos could be good for a band. If you wanted to unleash hell, that was the way to do it. Envy danced through the barrage of sound, shaking her head, light catching on her blonde hair as it flew about. Yelling rather than singing; she had a point to make.
"Shake your head it's empty! Shake your hips, move your feet!"
And Stephen Stills' guitar came screeching in. Even when the pounding gave way to it, something unsettling remained. Envy's eyes were closed and her free hand was a fist held up towards the ceiling, and her next lines were a mantra. "I'm so glad that I'm an island, I'm so glad that I'm an island, I'm so glad that I'm an island now."
(Dear Fandomites, try not to read too much into that one.)
She swayed her way through the music winding down back into its original calm, and back to her keyboard. Back to play the come-down. Slowing everything back down until it was time to stop altogether. "Now that the damage is done, I never miss it at all."
Wasn't that something for an opener?
There was a crooked smile on her face as she looked towards the audience. "Hey. We're Kid Chameleon. Thanks for coming." And they were already off into the next song.
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