09-26-2018, 06:46 PM
Everything started out normal, and Aiden’s finally was something Methos couldn’t top in terms of theatrics. If Bev and Troy were still alive - that would be something, but some asshole killed them. And Methos knew he’d never know why. But the show must go on as they say.
Methos hadn’t requested anything from the theater. Bradley had already called Kim, and she was rushing the synthesizer over immediately. It hadn’t arrived by the time Aiden finished his performance with standing on top of the piano playing the guitar. It was a grand show. But the lad was still young and Methos had seen enough of this strange power to know that Finnegan had used that to his advantage. No one was that good young or not.
He still hadn’t decided what he wanted to sing yet. The only thing on the box Kim had yet to produce was the new song he was working on. It wasn’t ready for the masses yet. BUT the generics could produce a definite tune. Aiden had gone old school with his choice - probably because he was out of practice.
Methos could do the new song. Bradley looked at him with a bright smile like he knew what he was thinking and he nodded. His husband was the reason he was back on stage after so many years. He was always encouraging. Always there.
But now it was his turn. Aiden exited the stage and Methos took it. There was no flourishing bow this time, his presence was known. He took the stage and bellowed across the crowd, ”Thank you Mr. Finnegan for that outstanding performance. I don’t know however I will top playing both instruments at the same time.” Though with the synthesizer it was perfectly doable.
A slow smile spread across his lips as he saw Kim pushing through the crowd. ”Let the lady through please.” And the crowd parted and Kim handed him his own box. ”Thank you darling.” He looked out over the crowd and smiled ”My lovely assistant Kim.” He clapped his hands together softly for his assistant who blushed as she made her way to Bradley for her own seat to watch the show. Kim situated herself and flipped him the thumbs up she was ready to go with recording the show. It wasn’t everyday Methos gave an impromptu concert - at least not anymore. He had a family to get home to after shows.
Since Methos wasn’t using a mic both his hands were free and he situated his synthesizer and pressed the button and the lights flickered on rotating colors on the rubix cube like box. Familiar electronic sounds emanated from the box. It wasn’t anything specific. Impromptu was the thing Methos was going for tonight. First - a tribute to their gracious host in black.
For Methos the words played to the man’s anti-american sentiments and obviously he didn’t find himself sitting well with the Ascendancy either. The song was a mishmash of electronic sounds, Metho’s loud booming voice. What Adam wouldn’t give for a little bit of Bev’s talents now. Or even Troy’s. It would make it magical.
The thought saddened his voice and Methos continued his song commemorating the fallen friends. But he turned the sadness into the immortalizing the poor little starlets who died at Ass-Candy’s scythe.
With a flourish, Methos jumped off the makeshift stage and started mingling through the crowd. Bowing a greeting to Jaxen Marveet and singing him praise. With little more emphasis, Methos waded into the crowd and let the women (and men) swoon and touch as he wafted past each one of them. He took one brunette who looked like she didn’t want to be in the crowd at all and took her by the hand. ”What’s your name darling?”
”Ivanna” she said shyly. Methos pressed a kiss to her cheek and gave her a flourishing bow as he went into verse describing her beauty with words and sounds that shouldn’t have come from a box. Birds and bees, the sounds of whales. The worlds beauty.
Methos made another round of the lounge praising his fellow combatant. He sang of Aiden’s Irish descent and his American heritage, poking a few jokes for the sake of their host. The crowd laughed as well and Methos gave Aiden a flourishing bow before he turned to his husband and blew him a kiss. The electronic music faded into the sounds of the wind blowing threw trees and Methos got down on one knee and sang to Bradley specifically. It was partial lyrics of a song he was writing that thanked the love of his life for being his. The words trailed off with Methos pulling Bradley down towards him and kissing him deeply to hoots and hollers of the crowd around them.
Methos hadn’t requested anything from the theater. Bradley had already called Kim, and she was rushing the synthesizer over immediately. It hadn’t arrived by the time Aiden finished his performance with standing on top of the piano playing the guitar. It was a grand show. But the lad was still young and Methos had seen enough of this strange power to know that Finnegan had used that to his advantage. No one was that good young or not.
He still hadn’t decided what he wanted to sing yet. The only thing on the box Kim had yet to produce was the new song he was working on. It wasn’t ready for the masses yet. BUT the generics could produce a definite tune. Aiden had gone old school with his choice - probably because he was out of practice.
Methos could do the new song. Bradley looked at him with a bright smile like he knew what he was thinking and he nodded. His husband was the reason he was back on stage after so many years. He was always encouraging. Always there.
But now it was his turn. Aiden exited the stage and Methos took it. There was no flourishing bow this time, his presence was known. He took the stage and bellowed across the crowd, ”Thank you Mr. Finnegan for that outstanding performance. I don’t know however I will top playing both instruments at the same time.” Though with the synthesizer it was perfectly doable.
A slow smile spread across his lips as he saw Kim pushing through the crowd. ”Let the lady through please.” And the crowd parted and Kim handed him his own box. ”Thank you darling.” He looked out over the crowd and smiled ”My lovely assistant Kim.” He clapped his hands together softly for his assistant who blushed as she made her way to Bradley for her own seat to watch the show. Kim situated herself and flipped him the thumbs up she was ready to go with recording the show. It wasn’t everyday Methos gave an impromptu concert - at least not anymore. He had a family to get home to after shows.
Since Methos wasn’t using a mic both his hands were free and he situated his synthesizer and pressed the button and the lights flickered on rotating colors on the rubix cube like box. Familiar electronic sounds emanated from the box. It wasn’t anything specific. Impromptu was the thing Methos was going for tonight. First - a tribute to their gracious host in black.
For Methos the words played to the man’s anti-american sentiments and obviously he didn’t find himself sitting well with the Ascendancy either. The song was a mishmash of electronic sounds, Metho’s loud booming voice. What Adam wouldn’t give for a little bit of Bev’s talents now. Or even Troy’s. It would make it magical.
The thought saddened his voice and Methos continued his song commemorating the fallen friends. But he turned the sadness into the immortalizing the poor little starlets who died at Ass-Candy’s scythe.
With a flourish, Methos jumped off the makeshift stage and started mingling through the crowd. Bowing a greeting to Jaxen Marveet and singing him praise. With little more emphasis, Methos waded into the crowd and let the women (and men) swoon and touch as he wafted past each one of them. He took one brunette who looked like she didn’t want to be in the crowd at all and took her by the hand. ”What’s your name darling?”
”Ivanna” she said shyly. Methos pressed a kiss to her cheek and gave her a flourishing bow as he went into verse describing her beauty with words and sounds that shouldn’t have come from a box. Birds and bees, the sounds of whales. The worlds beauty.
Methos made another round of the lounge praising his fellow combatant. He sang of Aiden’s Irish descent and his American heritage, poking a few jokes for the sake of their host. The crowd laughed as well and Methos gave Aiden a flourishing bow before he turned to his husband and blew him a kiss. The electronic music faded into the sounds of the wind blowing threw trees and Methos got down on one knee and sang to Bradley specifically. It was partial lyrics of a song he was writing that thanked the love of his life for being his. The words trailed off with Methos pulling Bradley down towards him and kissing him deeply to hoots and hollers of the crowd around them.