ROCK N' ROLL!

[Bellum Charge]

Rain poured down from the sky, tapping against the metallic Nar Shadda sidewalks. As the moon shined brightly over the sprawling city streets, ear-piercing feedback from a guitar amp cut through the air. Inside of the Romping Rugger, a cantina/nightclub, Bellum Charge and The Space Miners began to mic check, chuckling and laughing and clearly in an energetic mood.

The Ithorian frontman stood on the stage, calmly puffing on a tobacco pipe as he waited for the arrival of patrons. He was seated behind his Red Ball Jet Organ, chuckling and speaking with Goro Suya. He had not yet seen the owner, but had scheduled a show with her the previous week. Now, he waited, nervously muttering to himself as he prayed that a decent sized crowd would arrive.

[member="Kevin Oakley"]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

@Goro Suya

[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Kevin Oakley]

Kevin approached [member="Bellum Charge"]. "Hey there man, I brought my slitherhorn, and of course, some Alderaan whiskey! I can't wait to get this show started, hopefully some people show up." He opened the bottle of Alderaan whiskey and poured some into cheap paper cups. Kevin drank some, and cheered.

"Do you want some? It's premium, all the way from the Republic territories!" Kevin laughed, and waited for the other band members to arrive.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

[member="Kyra Sol"]

@Goro Suya

 

[Bellum Charge]

[member="Kevin Oakley"]

He grinned at the man, quickly struck a match, and ignited the bowl of tobacco that was beginning to go unlit. He nodded at [member="Kevin Oakley"], chuckling. "Yes sir." He said with a grin, quickly holding a paper cup up towards the bottle, filling it halfway with dark whiskey. He nodded, quickly taking a sip. "You have your Slitherhorn tuned, right?", he asked, quickly pressing down several keys. He took a quick sip of the whiskey once again, placing the cup on the floor, hidden by his Red Ball Jet Organ. "You're all ready?", he asked. "I think we're going to open with 'Just Me And Tattoine'. Is that alright with ya'?"

 

[Kevin Oakley]

Kevin nodded at [member="Bellum Charge"]. "I stayed up late last night tuning my slitherhorn, and rehearsing for our show." He took another sip of the whiskey and was delighted. He was excited, and determined for this to be a great show, and that all the spectators that would arrive would enjoy the show. Well, hopefully, some people would show up.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua barged into the cantina, recklessly carrying a couple of large drums under each arm. He had carried the rest of the set in a bit earlier, but had lost track of time. He didn't want to miss his first gig with a new band, however.

The massive Herglic set the drums down on the back edge of the stage, and began to set everything up. As he did this, he spoke to his band-mates, his deep voice a bit flustered. "Apologies, guys. I got sidetracked. Found a great restaurant. You know how it is." In less than a few seconds, Ghorua had set up his instrument, an extremely large trap-set. Big leather mallets rested in his hands, ready to pound away. "That food was delicious. Alright, I'm ready."

- [member="Kevin Oakley"] - [member="Bellum Charge"] -

 

[Bellum Charge]

He nodded, quickly finishing off the last of his whiskey. "TATTOINE NIGHTS! ONE...TWO...THREE...!"

He began to slam down keys on his organ, preparing to sing. Clearing his throat, he looked towards [member="Kevin Oakley"], nodding. Maintaining a simple Tattoine Blues rhythm, he began to sing:

"Just Me and Tattoine! When the lights go down in Tattoine, it ain't uncommon to be shot in the spleen. Stabbed by a knife? Shot by a blaster? The Tattoine night life sure is faster!"

He chuckled, continuing to pick up speed as he continued to play.

"Now, I ain't one to complain! I just need a little champagne! Because it's just me and Tattoine! Ain't no such thing as in between! Ya' better keep yer' blaster clean! Tattoine...Suurrreeee is a little mean!" He cleared his throat. "The other night I was sittin' in Mos Eisleys. Ain't much goin' down. Til' some Rodian clown and some vest wearin' smuggler came shootin' up the town. The Rodian told 'em he was taking 'em out to Jabba the Hutt! That smuggler shot first...The Rodian didn't have no luck!"

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

[member="Kevin Oakley"]

 

[Kevin Oakley]

Kevin nodded back to [member="Bellum Charge"], as he began to play his slitherhorn. The notes were crisp, sharp, and beautiful. It was almost like you couldn't sing the current song without a horn player.

Also, Kevin glanced over at [member="Ghorua the Shark"], signalling to him that it was time for him to start playing. Suddenly, Bellum hit a really high note. It was absolutely beautiful. Also, a Duros family had just come over to watch.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua took his mallets into his hands, the pedal to the bass drum under his foot. The Herglic began his beat, a slightly syncopated rhythm to match the style of the band. Jazz was less about the percussion, and more about the high voices, and Ghorua's job was to highlight the other instruments.

Ghorua played soft under the organ, and Bellum, making sure not to drown out his voice. The top-hat pinged with reckless abandon, the whole kit keeping the music smooth.

As Kevin began his part, Ghorua steadily grew faster, and more sporadic. He'd add a symbol here or a snare drum roll there, picking up the pace with the Ithorian. During the pause after "That smuggler shot first", the Herglic did a Ritardando, and progressivley slowed down, the beats on his drums seemingly slowing time around them. With that, Ghorua furiously sped up, working his way around his drumset, a cacophany of patters and booms that wove together complex beats and rhythms. Finishing his little solo, he went to the top-hat, letting the crisp sound of the singer sign them off.

- [member="Kevin Oakley"] - [member="Bellum Charge"] -