rage_rekker | Say that again.....

"I'd like to take a moment to say it feels fucking good to be back on stage." Rekker laughed and pointed back at Devon on the drums. "Some of us are lazy old men who want to retire but fuck that."

Dee raised her bass over head and got the crowd chanting Devon. He only shook his head back behind the drums.

"Unlike this old fuck, I've been writing in our retirement." Rekker was laughing and instinctively dodged the drumstick that came skittering and bouncing across the stage and out into the crowd. "Fuck, we've pissed off the drummer."

This was the band on stage. Despite their rough and sometimes depressing topics in their music they still played around like a bunch of teenagers. It was that energy Rekker missed, that energy that helped him keep his mind stable.

"I'd like to play one of the new songs. Maybe I can get the rest of these bastards in the studio to get a new record out."

"My studio is always open to you, demon." Missy got on the mic at the other end of the stage to hound the other guitarist.

"Missy Mayhem!" The Brit simply saying her name got a roar from the crowd. "This song is about...."
Dee cut in on the mic with Missy, the blonde laughing. "It's about his new crush that keeps him stuck in bed until noon and missing fucking practice."

Devon came down from the drums and gave Rekker a shove before taking over his mic. "He's got another bitchy blonde. We all know it."

Rekker started laughing and heard someone yelling from the front. "What?"

He leaned down and then started laughing as he walked toward Devon on the mic. Devon raising his arms in question.

"This bastard down front." Rekker pointed out the fan while glancing at Devon who was making his way back to the kit. "Asked if my new girlfriend has big tits."

Dee burst into laughter and it came across the mic for a second. This was going to turn into a trashfire.

"No." Rekker shook his head. "He doesn't have tits."

The crowd went quiet for a second and over the silence someone down front yelled "Faggot!"

"You want to come up here and say that again?" Rekker pulled off his guitar and a tech was there to take it as he pulled the mic from the stand. The rest of the band was staring. "This fuckhead down front thinks I'm a weak faggot but he's too much of a little bitch to come up here and prove it."

Rekker was out at the end of the stage and Missy was trying to figure out who he was screaming at. "Come on little bitch. Get up here and prove it."

Whomever it was had said something more and a fight was about to break out. Missy and Devon both started to run across the stage when some guy pulled himself out of the crowd on the edge of the stage. Rekker didn't flinch and roundhouse kicked the guy right in the chest, sending him flying into the crowd.

"Now who is the prissy fucking faggot dead on their ass?" Rekker was screaming, not into the mic but a lot of people could hear it in the front. The notorious temper had even the diehards in the pit pushing back away from the edge of the stage. Devon and Missy both stopped a few feet away when Rekker started back to the mic stand, waving for his guitar.

Mic back in the stand and Rekker was pulling his guitar back on. "Any of you other motherfuckers want to come up here and get your ass kicked over my boyfriend...." Rekker motioned to the middle of the stage. "I've got a lot of space to pile up your fucking loser bodies when I knock your fucking lights out."
Rekker waited for a second, listening while adjusting the guitar and pulling all of his hair free of the strap. "No one? That's what the fuck I thought."

Rekker let out a cackle of a laugh that relaxed his bandmates, Devon patting Missy's shoulder before heading back to his kit. That could have went much worse. Devon knew shit was going to keep happening, Rekker was going to keep getting pissed off and something was going to happen like the interview where he stabbed the guy, threw the desk over and proceeded to smash the place up until Devon and Missy managed to wrestle him off set and into an empty bathroom to cool off. Twenty years must have made these people forgetful about the red headed demon.

"Most of you motherfuckers are cool about shit." The crowd finally got back to cheering as Rekker accented the words with some notes. "The other motherfuckers, you're too much of little bitches to come up here like a man, so fuck you AND FUCK WHAT THE HELL THE ASSHOLES THINK."

The crowd was roaring as Rekker held up two middle fingers and the rest of the band joined in. "Now let's get back to the fucking music?"

Rekker didn't even pause as he went into the opening notes of the next song. Hexed was used to this, the way he played and acted. The cat was out of the bag though, now, on a big Los Angeles stage. Their leader, someone considered dangerously masculine had just outed himself as being, bisexual, well.. they all knew the media was going to say he turned gay or some shit. It was going to cause, not ripples, but tidal waves in the media and music currents. When didn't they? When hadn't they? Devon found himself laughing while drumming out the fast pace of the song. No, this was exactly what Hexed was, we do what we do and fuck you all. It felt good to be back in that again.