Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 26, 2008 16:25:19 GMT -8
It was the last stop of the 'Creepshow' tour, and Marit found she was glad for. Last stop, Las Vegas. Finally time to rest and get away from the limelight. It wasn't that she hated to sing. She loved it more than anything else, and it was the only way she could get out her emotions, all those secrets she keeps bottled up.
She hated the limelight. She hated constantly being surrounded by people, by greed, by men. She hated the screaming crowds beating against her sensitive vampire eardrums. A whisper these days was too loud for her.
It was her last performance, and though no one knew it, she didn't intend to have another tour. She wanted to just fade back into the shadows and live her unlife. She'd been restless and had jumped at the first chance for something to do... but it had become to much. This was not her. This was not what she wanted... all she'd wanted was to make herself heard for a time, to release that old pain...
But singing about her past... It had not helped to heal her. It had only caused her to remember, and it made the pain feel like a fresh wound. It was worse.
Last call for the stage was up and she was being pushed forward without her consent onto the stageside. She hated to be touched. It only reminded her of back then...
The drums started up... And then the guitars, the bass, the backup singers. Opening song. Time to play the part, pull out the mask. She raised the mic to her lips as her stage self came to the front and she sauntered onto the stage as if it were the most comfortable place for her. As if she belonged there... but she didn't.
"I'm from a land called Secret, Estonia
Nobody knows where it's at..."
An opening song, aptly titled. The Creepshow tour, only to start off with 'Welcome to the Creepshow'. She went through the motions, just like she did every show, but her heart was not in it. She felt dead... no pun intended. Numb from pain, and wary. So many people around, who thought they knew so much about her from the press... But they didn't know who she really was... didn't know what she'd been through, what she'd done.
Finally it neared the end. Marit was tired, both physically and emotionally. And she couldn't stop remembering. She leaned against the mic stand, faking it still but barely able to stand as the crowd screamed for an encore. Looking out into the sea of faces, nearly blinded by all the lights. They were all so eager, so innocent and carefree. Had she ever been so... young? She didn't think so, but a struck a chord in her heart. It was her last performance, why not go all out? Why not bring out every pained emotion she could in a nice little encore. Give them a song that they'd not only hear but feel?
Slowly, as she pulled the microphone from it's stand, her mask began to fade. Pain was etched into her features. Anger, rage, fear, sorrow. The lights around the crowd went out, the stage dimmed as the orchestra finally began to play for the first time that night. Drums, guitar, bass, piano... violin, cello. It surrounded her, feeding into her emotion, and she took a shaky breath before letting it all out.
"This is the hardest part when you feel like a baby
All that you have has become unreal
Collapsing and aching
All i want, all i want is right here
But love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
I am all that you think of me
When you're beside her, inside her
It must be so hard for you to deny it, and hide it
All i want, all i want is right here
But love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)"
The orchestra rose around the stadium, music almost deafening as the instrumental went on. A sharp pain had taken residence in her chest, but she was lost in the music, her eyes closed as her face twisted in each emotion she'd kept bottled in.
Her hand pressed into her chest, right over her heart, and anger flowed through her voice, thinking about her mortal life, her husband...
"Love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love dont live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love dont live here anymore"
And when it was over, it took everything she had to keep from collapsing on the stage. She just wanted to give into the pain completely. She was tired. But somehow she managed a bow to the cheering crowd and stumble off the stage. But she did not stop there. She continued on past her manager, the stage hands and out the back door. The alley behind the concert hall was dark and empty, and she was grateful for the peace it offered, the solitude in the darkness. Leaning against the wall, relishing the cool night air, she'd never been happier for the quiet, but she'd never been lonelier...
(( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZMJDx-Qp_c 'Tis the 'Love is Dead' song where all inspiration stems from. ))
She hated the limelight. She hated constantly being surrounded by people, by greed, by men. She hated the screaming crowds beating against her sensitive vampire eardrums. A whisper these days was too loud for her.
It was her last performance, and though no one knew it, she didn't intend to have another tour. She wanted to just fade back into the shadows and live her unlife. She'd been restless and had jumped at the first chance for something to do... but it had become to much. This was not her. This was not what she wanted... all she'd wanted was to make herself heard for a time, to release that old pain...
But singing about her past... It had not helped to heal her. It had only caused her to remember, and it made the pain feel like a fresh wound. It was worse.
Last call for the stage was up and she was being pushed forward without her consent onto the stageside. She hated to be touched. It only reminded her of back then...
The drums started up... And then the guitars, the bass, the backup singers. Opening song. Time to play the part, pull out the mask. She raised the mic to her lips as her stage self came to the front and she sauntered onto the stage as if it were the most comfortable place for her. As if she belonged there... but she didn't.
"I'm from a land called Secret, Estonia
Nobody knows where it's at..."
An opening song, aptly titled. The Creepshow tour, only to start off with 'Welcome to the Creepshow'. She went through the motions, just like she did every show, but her heart was not in it. She felt dead... no pun intended. Numb from pain, and wary. So many people around, who thought they knew so much about her from the press... But they didn't know who she really was... didn't know what she'd been through, what she'd done.
Finally it neared the end. Marit was tired, both physically and emotionally. And she couldn't stop remembering. She leaned against the mic stand, faking it still but barely able to stand as the crowd screamed for an encore. Looking out into the sea of faces, nearly blinded by all the lights. They were all so eager, so innocent and carefree. Had she ever been so... young? She didn't think so, but a struck a chord in her heart. It was her last performance, why not go all out? Why not bring out every pained emotion she could in a nice little encore. Give them a song that they'd not only hear but feel?
Slowly, as she pulled the microphone from it's stand, her mask began to fade. Pain was etched into her features. Anger, rage, fear, sorrow. The lights around the crowd went out, the stage dimmed as the orchestra finally began to play for the first time that night. Drums, guitar, bass, piano... violin, cello. It surrounded her, feeding into her emotion, and she took a shaky breath before letting it all out.
"This is the hardest part when you feel like a baby
All that you have has become unreal
Collapsing and aching
All i want, all i want is right here
But love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
I am all that you think of me
When you're beside her, inside her
It must be so hard for you to deny it, and hide it
All i want, all i want is right here
But love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)"
The orchestra rose around the stadium, music almost deafening as the instrumental went on. A sharp pain had taken residence in her chest, but she was lost in the music, her eyes closed as her face twisted in each emotion she'd kept bottled in.
Her hand pressed into her chest, right over her heart, and anger flowed through her voice, thinking about her mortal life, her husband...
"Love don't live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love dont live here anymore
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
(love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)
And love dont live here anymore"
And when it was over, it took everything she had to keep from collapsing on the stage. She just wanted to give into the pain completely. She was tired. But somehow she managed a bow to the cheering crowd and stumble off the stage. But she did not stop there. She continued on past her manager, the stage hands and out the back door. The alley behind the concert hall was dark and empty, and she was grateful for the peace it offered, the solitude in the darkness. Leaning against the wall, relishing the cool night air, she'd never been happier for the quiet, but she'd never been lonelier...
(( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZMJDx-Qp_c 'Tis the 'Love is Dead' song where all inspiration stems from. ))