Lance Jackson
Lights were flashing wildly across a massive stage, accompanied by the loud blaring of rocking guitars and drums. The roaring music was barely contained by the stadium, and even that didn’t stop the cheers of the hundreds of spectators. The band was singing its best for the best, and at the center of the stage the lead singer was performing what could only be described as a divinely sick shredding solo.
As the drums and the moshing fans intensified, so did dozens of fireworks shoot in the air to the song’s rhythm, illuminating the massive sign outside signaling Hell Cross's first debut.
“Yeeeeeahh!! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Take my gas chamber of love baybeee!” The bare chested blonde man howled his song’s climax, ditching the microphone and using the power of his good old vocal chords in order to reach the masses’ hearts! In response to that, the cheers almost turned into a song in their own right, nearly overpowering his own legendary voice.
That was the power of music, the world of the stage. And Lance loved every bit of it. From the glaring heat of the lights to the hundreds of cheers to the flashing groupies, this was the paradise God intended no doubt.
“Hey hey hey! Now that’s what I call a party! Gotta love a wild crowd!” He roared with the widest of grins and spread his arms wide, tipping his hat before bowing to his lovely audience. “Ready for an encore? A love ballad just for you!” He pointed to a half naked chick standing at the back row and threw her his hat with a kiss.
Needless to say, that sent the entire crowd into an even wilder excitement.
That's what this was all about! Making this whole experience an unforgettable thrill was his job, and he wasn't going to half ass it for his loyal fans. Especially the cute ones.
“Can’t hear you!” His voice reverberated powerfully through the stage, and the bass blared once more, picking up as the riff and drums began to kick in and amp the volume.
The audience went crazy, some of the girls even took off their clothes in excitement while others jumped up and moshed to get his attention. "WE LOVE YOU!!!" They cried out. He blew them all a kiss, spreading his arms again before smashing his guitar strings and having it fire off the melodious cry of a banshee.
“Love me too! Next up, Bloody Honey Moon!”
Later, backstage
"Phew, good job on the drums Johnny." He grinned and slapped his pal's back, his coat out on a hanger while he wiped his back with a towel. Even gods needed rest from time to time, and they were just men. While the other members practiced and tuned their instruments, some were sharing ice cold beer cans and laughing jokes off. He took one himself and downed it in one go, smiling coolly.
"Pwahh, nothing like a cold one to get your spirits up. So we stick to the plan right? This next one hasn't even hit the album, the fans'll go wild." He grinned and stretched, to which his band members gave him a cheery thumbs up. Everything was great, just great.
They still got a few minutes before their next round, so he felt like it'd be nice to jump on the couch and just lay back. And so he did, because he was a badass and he could do that much. He even rested his feet on the table and helped himself to a slice of pepperoni pizza while he was at it.
