Ember Spark
Sparky AKA Flint
@Lovely Bones
"And I read about the afterlife but I never really lived, and I read about the afterlife but I never really lived" Screamed the bass player. He had his hands wrapped around the mic as his eyes were closed and he screamed as loud as he could. There were screams from the sea of people that all jumped around in the large arena. He looked over as Patrick ended the song with "When these open doors were open-ended Saturday, Saturday." Pete rubbed his eyes with his palms before pushing his fingers up and into his hair, pushing the hood from his jacket off his head. He let his hands leave his hair as he walked over to the drums and picked up a bottle of water sitting beside it.
After taking a large drink he pulled his black and red bass off and placed it on its stand, turning off the amp and walking off stage. Patrick walked up and nudged him. "Dude come on. Its been what... 2 years since she divorced you. Cheer up." He shrugged. "Yea, yea, Pat. Lets go get a drink. I need one." Patrick stopped Pete and scratched the back of his head. "I have a friend heading back stage. I was going to wait for her." Pete did a roll of the eyes and shook his head at Patrick. Just what he needed. A fan that was also a friend that knew every little god damn thing about him, asking questions. He groaned silently and awkwardly stood with Pat as they waited for his friend. He slipped his finger into his pockets and looked down to his converse covered feet.
"And I read about the afterlife but I never really lived, and I read about the afterlife but I never really lived" Screamed the bass player. He had his hands wrapped around the mic as his eyes were closed and he screamed as loud as he could. There were screams from the sea of people that all jumped around in the large arena. He looked over as Patrick ended the song with "When these open doors were open-ended Saturday, Saturday." Pete rubbed his eyes with his palms before pushing his fingers up and into his hair, pushing the hood from his jacket off his head. He let his hands leave his hair as he walked over to the drums and picked up a bottle of water sitting beside it.
After taking a large drink he pulled his black and red bass off and placed it on its stand, turning off the amp and walking off stage. Patrick walked up and nudged him. "Dude come on. Its been what... 2 years since she divorced you. Cheer up." He shrugged. "Yea, yea, Pat. Lets go get a drink. I need one." Patrick stopped Pete and scratched the back of his head. "I have a friend heading back stage. I was going to wait for her." Pete did a roll of the eyes and shook his head at Patrick. Just what he needed. A fan that was also a friend that knew every little god damn thing about him, asking questions. He groaned silently and awkwardly stood with Pat as they waited for his friend. He slipped his finger into his pockets and looked down to his converse covered feet.