The bar was packed that night, for the first time in a while. Isla- the lead singer in the band walked forwards. Her knee-high boots clicking against the stage beneath her.
The body heat in the large building made the degrees hotter. Pulsing hums from the guitar echoed as it was being tuned up.
The lighting dipped into a dark red, casting large black shadows. The trickling sound of guitar, low and seductive slid through the air.
Lifting her mic, Isla felt her hearth thumping hard. Her loose black tank top shimmered from the sequins. Beads of sweat in her colorbones as she hummed to harmonize with the guitar before…One. Two. Three.
“You taste sweet like poison, smooth like sin…” She whispered into the mic, the beginning chorus of the song. “I knew better, but I let you innnn.”
Phones were out, but all eyes were on Isla.
“Now, I’m screaming in the mirror! Your hands around my throat!” Her voice cracked slightly, but perfectly. Raw. “Said you loved me, but you loved the game!!”
Throwing her head back, Isla listening to the guitar riffs, smirking. Every note hit through the air, making everyone’s bodies feel warmer than the beer they took shots of.
Then, the chorus hit. Hard.
“You made me dangerous, you made me bleed— Now I’ll be your best casualty!!!”
Drums slammed into song while Isla spun around, hitting a roar-like scream.
Dropping to her knees, Isla tossed her tank top to the crowd, making them scream as she was left in black ripped skinny jeans and a black sports bra.
The guitar slowed, the symbols sounding.
“But baby, I’m not crying…I’m craving the burn. I’d do it again, and never learn!”
Then, again, she screamed, leaning forwards on her knees as the scream eased into a high note.
“I keep screaming SCREAMING
SCREAMIIIIINNNNNGGGG!”
With that, the guitar hit a lovely riff, swaying with the crowd as they bellowed out.
Then, silence. Just for a moment before cheers erupted.
“Thank you so much! It’s been a lovely night!!” Isla bows with a grin, looking to the guitarist and drummer who both looked pleased.