- Messages
- 545
- OOC First Name
- Sir Dylaaaaaan!
- Wand
- Rosethorn Wand 11" Essence of Dragons Blood
Ash Richards stood on the stage of the Viper Room in California, playing one of his favorite song with his band. They were mid-song, and it was coming up to the part where Ash had to sing. Walking over and talking a drink in the short break that was allotted before he began to sing, he turned his guitar down and approached the mic.
"One step too late,
And I never told you,
That I can't take another disappointment,
Breathing and grasping,
All leads to another messy ending,
Breathing and grasping,
All leads to another messy ending...."
As Ash let his voice ring and trail out, he turned his guitar back up, and placing his finger on the first fret, he began to strum the note, grinning at the ground. "10 INCH!" he screamed into the mic, and then began headbanging in time with the music. As the song finished, he threw his guitar pic into the crowd, and playing his guitar in the rack, ran up and dived into the crowd, crowd-surfing his way to the bar. Ordering a drink, he nodded thanks to people and stood there for a few photos. He sculled the first drink and ordered a second, somewhat wishing this muggle nightclub had firewhiskey. As much as he hated his wizardry, he did fancy that drink.
"One step too late,
And I never told you,
That I can't take another disappointment,
Breathing and grasping,
All leads to another messy ending,
Breathing and grasping,
All leads to another messy ending...."
As Ash let his voice ring and trail out, he turned his guitar back up, and placing his finger on the first fret, he began to strum the note, grinning at the ground. "10 INCH!" he screamed into the mic, and then began headbanging in time with the music. As the song finished, he threw his guitar pic into the crowd, and playing his guitar in the rack, ran up and dived into the crowd, crowd-surfing his way to the bar. Ordering a drink, he nodded thanks to people and stood there for a few photos. He sculled the first drink and ordered a second, somewhat wishing this muggle nightclub had firewhiskey. As much as he hated his wizardry, he did fancy that drink.