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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Nov 20, 2018 1:33:20 GMT
Hopefully Chiaki and Alan understood the importance of the wardrobe onstage, as Leith had tried very hard to impress it upon them at their last practice before this gig. This was different: rather than simply entertaining whoever walked in the door, Haunted Threnody took a gamble and rented out the town's inn for a night. Then, Leith and company sold tickets as aggressively as they could around town and through Tamernet. Heck, they even bought radio ads for FM users.
On dress, Leith had maintained his usual black sneakers and black jeans, but from the waist up things had changed. An analog watch took his right wrist as his left was taken by his digivice still, but his shirt was a plain black T save for the big white skull that took up most of its front side. A hair product made his hair a little less frizzy, and his thin fingerless riding gloves tonight would be fashion instead of function. Shoutmon, beside Leith as they walked inside the bar, looked little different save for a black bandana he had donned over his head, though this was only temporary storage. When the lights went down, he intended to cover his face instead.
The crowd wasn't exactly lining up, but then again doors weren't opening for half an hour anyway. The place was a ghost town save the employees working. "You runnin' sound, Dracomon?"
"You know it!" While Shoutmon chatted up the sound 'mon, Leith was the only one who made himself productive by letting his combo amp and a couple of guitars on stands of his digivice's Infinity-store as well as an extensive pedal board. Since the place already had a mic, he then got on to setting up Shoutmon's gear, which also included an amp and two guitars but also involved three different keyboards arranged to make three sides of a square around Shoutmon. Even that wasn't the end of Shoutmon's gear, but if Leith had laid it all out at once then his side of the stage would have gotten real crowded thanks to the number of instruments Shoutmon intended to use throughout the show.
Naturally, Shoutmon elected not to help.
During setup, Leith asked his digivice, "You almost ready, Flamedramon?"
"I'm coming now," was his reply. So, on that note, the young man proceeded to get a bass amp and guitar in position. Hopefully the others wouldn't mind the surprise bassist tonight...
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Post by Alan Pantell on Nov 20, 2018 4:57:28 GMT
Not long after Leith and company entered, Alan and Levi strode into the bar themselves, the Veemon's appearance unchanged, while Alan now wore all black: black shoes, black jeans, and a black tee shirt. Even though it was black, he didn't wear his baseball cap to the show, only his head of dark blonde hair, short enough to not reach below the neck, but long enough to be considered "slightly unkempt." He pulled his black stick bag out of his infini-store and gave it a small twirl.
"Hey, Leith! I went with the standard, all-purpose performance attire. Looks like I made the right choice!"
The two then walked up to the space where the drum kit would be set up. Alan sighed. He had never been very fast at this part. He got distracted too easily, and it never failed to surprise him how quickly a half hour can pass when he gets distracted. Levi both helped set the drums up, and kept him on task. There were a lot more components to this set than the ones he had played for most of his life, but over the past months he had slowly acclimated himself with them. Setting up a drum set was always a decent amount of work, but it was always self-explanatory: loosen the desired knob to make the desired adjustment, and then tighten it again.
"That's one perk of being a drummer," said Alan in Leith's general direction as he continued to set up. "You get your hands on all kinds of knobs." Levi snickered to himself on the other end.
A minute or two later, Alan had a serious question to ask his partner.
"Are you're sure you're cool with being a bouncer?"
"Yeah. I may be a rookie, but this is Rosewood. Who's going to attack me to get into a concert?"
"Good point. But still... take this." Alan reached into his pocket and pulled out his white, blue, and gold D-3 digivice, then handed it to Levi. "I don't expect anything to happen, but the light screen will at least take a warning shot for you if a champion gets any funny ideas."
"Alan, are you sure about this?"
"Yeah. I don't like having stuff in my pocket when I'm drumming, anyway, and if I put it in the infini-store, I'll forget it's in there."
Levi took the digivice into his hands. "Thanks," he said before running to assume his position outside.
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Post by Chiaki Kuroda on Dec 8, 2018 22:18:18 GMT
This was very much not the usual outfit she was used to, in fact, she didn't think she would ever be seen back home wearing anything like it. For perhaps the fifteenth time since she'd left the changing room, Chiaki tugged nervously on the grey skirt that made up part of her ensemble. The teenager had taken Leith's advice to heart when it came to her performance costume, spending weekends browsing through the various shops in town with Tatsu as the pair slowly put together the outfit. Gone were the light colours she normally wore, replaced instead with a pair of small black boots and a pair of black thigh high socks with a grey cross motif embroidered near the top. A brief flash of thigh led up to the grey short skirt she was constantly adjusting nervously, on top of which was a black sleeveless top attached to black arm sheathes with a grey patterning at the borders. All in all, she had to admit she was pretty happy with the effect of the outfit. It gave off just the right look, setting the right tone for the band. at least she thought so, she had yet to see what the boys thought of it but, it was a little too late to change anything about it now. Or at least she hoped so she wouldn't put it past Leith to have alternate outfits prepared in case their options didn't meet up to his standards, there was no denying how passionate the band owner was, he had even been advertising this gig...and from the sound of it pretty successfully. There was a saying, curiosity killed the cat', Chiaki might not have been a cat, but she couldn't deny the strong urge of curiosity that was afflicting her right now. it sounded like a big crowd and...well there was a gap in the curtains just before the stage. The teenager swallowed, stepping closer to the heavy cloth hiding the audience, one pale hand reaching up to jerk aside the curtain ever so slightly so she could peer through for a second before she staggered back, slumping down onto a nearby stool prompting the small which Digimon wrapped around her neck to peer at her in concern. "You alright there? You kinda look like you've seen a ghost, and I'm supposed to be the pale one here." "I...yeah it's just," Chiaki reached up absently to scratch at Tatsu's head, "there's a lot of people out there, like a lot of them." The Digimon purred, nuzzling into the girl's neck, "You've got this, you'll be absolutely fine...besides if you need anything I'll be right here backstage cheering you on." "You mean you're not coming up with me?" "What, in front of all those people, you must be kidding, besides don't you think that my white would clash with your outfit?" "...scamp." "Rascal." "Imp." "See, you'll be fine, you got this," Tatsu flowed down of her usual sport around Chiaki's shoulders, perching on the edge of the stage with a grin. "You know, you'll have to get me some of those pom poms cheerleaders use." "Yeah...I'll get right on that." the shock from the crowd banished the girl offered her partner a grin before bounding up the stairs to nod at her bandmates. "Ready to rock this?"
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