[mc] Moon Baby

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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

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The show was dark, and in spite of herself Channing showed up at the next show at the Aliante. It was a slightly higher scale establishment than Hogs and Heifers, to be sure, which allowed her to dress more comfortably for the concert in blue jeans, heels, and a cowl-necked tank top with her hair loose...it was a lot more LAX than 'rock and roll,' but at least she felt more like herself

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'How's everyone doing tonight?' Sal opened after their first song. His eyes scanned the crowd, giving a impressed nod of his head at the turnout. As the crowd grew in volume, he walked across the stage to collect his mic stand. 'I don't know, man. I think the Aliante can afford to stand to feel a little Control Freak earthquake, eh guys?...' he peered back at his bandmates then over his shoulder with mischief in his eyes. Bringing himself to centerstage, Sal fixed the handheld mic into the clip and checked out the turnout.

'LET ME HEAR YA MAKE SOME NOISE!' he hollered, extending his hands out, sweeping them up to make a urgent plea for the audience to create a deafening rumble. When he recieved the effect he was looking for, he laughed maniacally. 'Now that's what I'm talking about! LETS MAKE VEGAS HEAR THAT WE'RE ALIVEEEEE

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The music was fairly appalling to her usual tastes, but even though it suited her not at all (she'd come to the show armed with earplugs to dampen the horrible noise), she did give the lyrics her attention. It was poetry of a raw, animal sort, and some small part of her found it secretly appealing. Unpolished and coarse, but still beautiful in its own right.

And once again, it almost felt as if he were singing right to her.

The show proceeded in that fashion, and Channing was a captive audience for the entire thing. When it was over, she was grateful (the earplugs hadn't helped), but sorry enough to see it end that when the crowd lingered for an encore, she got into the spirit and began a chant to get them back onstage.