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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 735895" data-attributes="member: 9167"> The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square GardenOne hand touched the cold mic as her dark eyes swept across the room.  “Hello again everyone, this is our last set by special request.”  Drifting over the assembly she wondered at their apparent unrest before glancing at the corner where the shadowed man had sat.  “We took some liberties and I hope you liked what we did with it.”Picking up her electric guitar, she slipped the strap over her shoulder and held it in her hands.  Only a moment of silence to gather attention, to quiet down the unrest.“Na-na-na…na-na-na--na…” she whispered into the microphone, letting her voice begin in a soft almost lulling chant as her fingers began to play a somewhat familiar yet strange melody.  “Na-na-na…na-na-na—na---yeah…”“One-Two, One-Two-Three!” came the slap of the drumsticks from behind her.Suddenly the room exploded in the sound of Cate’s guitar, the hint of a another guitar from Xander, Sita’s bass guitar, and the banging beat of Maria’s drums.  Although the song was familiar to some, the style had been drastically changed, updated to a darker rock more Kindred Knights style.  It starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplaneEye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn – Her lilting voice with its sweet clearness skimmed over the words with a slowing down in parts, but revving it up with a forceful emphasis at others.  She had forgotten this was a formal party, that she was in a long silk gown…the only thing for her was the music, the guitar caressed under her fingers, and her voice echoing through her body.World serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needsFeed it up a knockRepresent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat siteValentine stood so close to the stage…she wondered what he had to say?  Ah, the Kindred Knights’ savior from the back alley clubs where smoke (and not necessarily the legal kind) and old beer was the reigning scent of the day.  Her eyes drifted over to where the Montagues stood near that self-same corner.Wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neckSave yourself, serve yourselfWith a start she recognized the handsome young man from before standing beside his uncle and his sister.  They had both returned from that long walk and neither looked all that comfortable either, but the red-headed woman had the child in her arms as if in comfort.  What had happened in those few minutes?World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed.Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right – right.You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.Breaking into her verse, she remained unaware of its irony with Xander's hard masculine voice echoing in the background.It's the end of the world as we know it. (End of the world)It's the end of the world as we know it. (Save me)It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.(End of the world - Save me)Finally the speed of the verses increased, the music speeding up toward a crescendo that threatened to bring the roof down upon their heads.  But Caitlyn didn’t care anymore.  She wasn’t playing for a formal crowd who wanted ballads, she was there on the stage in front of hundreds of thousands listening to her music, playing the music she wanted to play, the way she wanted it played.Don't get caught in foreign tower.  Every motive escalate.  Automotive incinerate.  Light a candle, light a motive.  A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies.  Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.Yeah---woah!Finally the last chorus reached her and she played it out louder and louder until the crash of the drums and the dying echo of the guitars infused her last words with an odd sort resonance.It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.</blockquote>

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