Close of a Stadium Show
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rage_rekkerFor "what are we?" moments #16 accidentally referencing them as "my"
Prompted by the fact that this and this exist
Rekker loved these huge shows with a stadium full of people. They hadn't done one in years, 7 or 8 if he remembered correctly. There were things the roar of a crowd this size could do for his mental health that nothing else really could. He walked toward the mic playing a riff that had the crowd roaring and his bandmates laughing because they knew what was about to happen.
“No..no.. not yet.” Rekker taunted the crowd while waving a hand to silence them. ”You all know I've been a bit of an anarchist lately.”
The roar came back of a chant of “Demon King! Stab Them!” over and over which had Rekker laughing. It was wild how the crowd didn't care much about his violence.
“Well, I didn't stab them. Just beat their asses.” Rekker corrected. “My brother's partner was stabbed down in the strip and I snapped. How many of you motherfuckers out there would wipe the concrete with the bastards that took a knife to your family?”
The roar was deafening as the crowd erupted. Though he didn't exactly condone violence, he certainly wouldn't shy away from it when needed.
“I've got more on my mind now. You all know about my new partner in crime.” Rekker pointed off the side of the stage while talking. Bjorn was over there staring out at the crowd from behind the scenes. He could see the nervousness and excitement, understand it even. There was a difference between being on the stage and being in front of 90,000 people in a stadium. “Want me to bring him out?”
“Get my blonde bitch out here on the stage.” The crowd was screaming as Rekker motioned for Bjorn to join him. It took a second before Bjorn came running out to Rekker's side with a microphone in hand. He was dressed in the yellow, black, and red of Hexed instead of his usual pink, though the style was the same.
“Bjorn the STORMBRINGER.” Rekker wrapped his arm around Bjorn who hung on him. The Swede all but vibrating in place. Rekker could feel it. “Larsson, but not for long.”
Rekker grabbed Bjorn's hand and held up the hand with the engagement ring on it. “Sterling?” He whispered that to Bjorn off mic and watched the Swede light up and then scream and bounce into him.
“Now, Bjorn is from Sweden and I don't think he knows the words to this song. So let's teach him.” In fact, Bjorn knew all the words to the song that Rekker had been teasing the crowd with. He played the beginning of the riff again to hear the crowd call back. “I wanna be Anarchy!”
“You got that.” Rekker laughed and pulled Bjorn in for a hug before he needed to play. He had brought Bjorn out to sing with him because he wanted to, because he was bucking against the bullshit from previous shows in the biggest venue they were playing any time in the near future. They got the verse out and into the guitar solo with Missy before Bjorn jumped on his back. The Swede was feeling the energy, unused to it on this scale and wound up to something higher than cocaine. Rekker had to play with Bjorn hanging on him, screaming and wild.
By the time they were finished the crowd was roaring. Rekker going back to his mic with Bjorn finally sliding off his back. “How about we do another one with him?”
The wild ginger did the only thing he could do after seeing Bjorn go crazy on a stage this big. He grabbed him around the waist and yanked him in for a kiss, full of passion and probably too much tongue for the way the camera's zoomed in on it and put it on the big screens to the side of the stage. The crowd was screaming again. Rekker looked out at the crowd and shook his head. “Bring BLIXT out, get the lightning storm out here with the devil's hex.” Rekker brought up the original name of Hexed and the crowd lost their minds.
“Come on out here, on bass, Sigurd 'Does it Deeper' Magnusson...” Rekker trailed off as Sigurd came on stage because some guy down front was yelling up to him. “This guy down here..” Rekker was pointing. “Sigurd, he says you are a sleazy fuck for banging a stripper.”
He saw Sigurd bristle up and laughed as he turned on the guy. “Let me tell you something about his stripper, you jealous fuck, and I know you're a jealous fuck because Sigurd's little brat of a tease just got voted best legs in Los Angeles. There's a reason they call him 'does it deeper' and it's got him the best pair of legs any of you fuckers will ever see.”
Rekker bumped into Sigurd to derail the bassist who was still scowling and heading for the edge of the stage. Rekker found it odd since, usually, it was his band stopping him from beating someone's ass in the crowd. Sigurd stared at him and Rekker laughed because the crowd was freaking out and chanting 'do it deeper” Sigurd stared out at the crowd for a moment as his stage handle was taken up by the crowd. “This fuck is just jealous he doesn't have the best legs in California wrapped around his waist later tonight.”
The bassist was about to snap and really, if this guy in the crowd wanted to tangle, it wouldn't be the first or last time there was a beatdown on the Hexed stage. He whispered to Sigurd. “Don't let them get to you. The crowd will take care of him if he keeps up his shit. They do it to me too.”
He could see Sigurd was trying to control himself. Rekker tried to focus though since his band and Blixt both knew this was happening even if the crowd was completely unprepared. He could see Ulrik about to faint over in the wings.
“Guitarist for Blixt, Ulrik Gustaffsson. This kid, can keep up with me some nights.” Rekker looked over to see Dee heading for the shyer guitarist as Ulrik came out staring at the crowd. “This dick down here is probably going to be pissed about Ulrik too. You see, he's going home tonight with the hottest ginger bassist you'll ever see.”
Dee was laughing as Ulrik came out to join Dee and Missy. Even across the stage Rekker could tell the boy was blushing. Bjorn was still wound to the sky and yanking on Rekker's hair as he spoke. “Last, but not least, up in the kit with the Tornado, Lars the Thunderbringer.. all the way from Norway.”
Rekker felt for Lars as the spotlight hit the kit. Lars was shy in crowds and the poor kid was up there with a man who he couldn't resist. Devon was helping though raising his sticks and screaming. Lars had a shy smile and Rekker could see those two were alright but he had to tease them.
“No kissing up there in the dark you two.” Rekker knew to dodge but this stick clipped him in the leg. Devon usually missed and he glanced back to see Lars only had one stick. That damned tart had clobbered him with a drumstick. He grabbed it off the stage and went to the edge while holding the stick up like a prize. “Which of you bastards want to be the first to get a stick from the THUNDERBRINGER?”
Hands went up grabbing for it, He pointed the stick at Lars and then at the crowd. He wanted the Norwegian to see that this crowd was now their crowd. He threw it out in the crowd as far as he could.
“Now, Blixt is here to help us with a song.” Rekker's words were punctuated with a flash of blue lights and the sound of thunder. “You know the one I mean.”
Missy hit a riff and the crowd screamed. The song they picked was perfect for the two bands out there, about standing your ground in the pouring rain and lightning. Devon and Lars in the back hit some double percussion and Rekker couldn't help but grin. This was one of the best parts of being a band this big, dragging the other bands out here to be a part of the madness. Tonight, it was with people who meant more to him than any other band he'd ever shared a stage with.
Prompted by the fact that this and this exist
Rekker loved these huge shows with a stadium full of people. They hadn't done one in years, 7 or 8 if he remembered correctly. There were things the roar of a crowd this size could do for his mental health that nothing else really could. He walked toward the mic playing a riff that had the crowd roaring and his bandmates laughing because they knew what was about to happen.
“No..no.. not yet.” Rekker taunted the crowd while waving a hand to silence them. ”You all know I've been a bit of an anarchist lately.”
The roar came back of a chant of “Demon King! Stab Them!” over and over which had Rekker laughing. It was wild how the crowd didn't care much about his violence.
“Well, I didn't stab them. Just beat their asses.” Rekker corrected. “My brother's partner was stabbed down in the strip and I snapped. How many of you motherfuckers out there would wipe the concrete with the bastards that took a knife to your family?”
The roar was deafening as the crowd erupted. Though he didn't exactly condone violence, he certainly wouldn't shy away from it when needed.
“I've got more on my mind now. You all know about my new partner in crime.” Rekker pointed off the side of the stage while talking. Bjorn was over there staring out at the crowd from behind the scenes. He could see the nervousness and excitement, understand it even. There was a difference between being on the stage and being in front of 90,000 people in a stadium. “Want me to bring him out?”
“Get my blonde bitch out here on the stage.” The crowd was screaming as Rekker motioned for Bjorn to join him. It took a second before Bjorn came running out to Rekker's side with a microphone in hand. He was dressed in the yellow, black, and red of Hexed instead of his usual pink, though the style was the same.
“Bjorn the STORMBRINGER.” Rekker wrapped his arm around Bjorn who hung on him. The Swede all but vibrating in place. Rekker could feel it. “Larsson, but not for long.”
Rekker grabbed Bjorn's hand and held up the hand with the engagement ring on it. “Sterling?” He whispered that to Bjorn off mic and watched the Swede light up and then scream and bounce into him.
“Now, Bjorn is from Sweden and I don't think he knows the words to this song. So let's teach him.” In fact, Bjorn knew all the words to the song that Rekker had been teasing the crowd with. He played the beginning of the riff again to hear the crowd call back. “I wanna be Anarchy!”
“You got that.” Rekker laughed and pulled Bjorn in for a hug before he needed to play. He had brought Bjorn out to sing with him because he wanted to, because he was bucking against the bullshit from previous shows in the biggest venue they were playing any time in the near future. They got the verse out and into the guitar solo with Missy before Bjorn jumped on his back. The Swede was feeling the energy, unused to it on this scale and wound up to something higher than cocaine. Rekker had to play with Bjorn hanging on him, screaming and wild.
By the time they were finished the crowd was roaring. Rekker going back to his mic with Bjorn finally sliding off his back. “How about we do another one with him?”
The wild ginger did the only thing he could do after seeing Bjorn go crazy on a stage this big. He grabbed him around the waist and yanked him in for a kiss, full of passion and probably too much tongue for the way the camera's zoomed in on it and put it on the big screens to the side of the stage. The crowd was screaming again. Rekker looked out at the crowd and shook his head. “Bring BLIXT out, get the lightning storm out here with the devil's hex.” Rekker brought up the original name of Hexed and the crowd lost their minds.
“Come on out here, on bass, Sigurd 'Does it Deeper' Magnusson...” Rekker trailed off as Sigurd came on stage because some guy down front was yelling up to him. “This guy down here..” Rekker was pointing. “Sigurd, he says you are a sleazy fuck for banging a stripper.”
He saw Sigurd bristle up and laughed as he turned on the guy. “Let me tell you something about his stripper, you jealous fuck, and I know you're a jealous fuck because Sigurd's little brat of a tease just got voted best legs in Los Angeles. There's a reason they call him 'does it deeper' and it's got him the best pair of legs any of you fuckers will ever see.”
Rekker bumped into Sigurd to derail the bassist who was still scowling and heading for the edge of the stage. Rekker found it odd since, usually, it was his band stopping him from beating someone's ass in the crowd. Sigurd stared at him and Rekker laughed because the crowd was freaking out and chanting 'do it deeper” Sigurd stared out at the crowd for a moment as his stage handle was taken up by the crowd. “This fuck is just jealous he doesn't have the best legs in California wrapped around his waist later tonight.”
The bassist was about to snap and really, if this guy in the crowd wanted to tangle, it wouldn't be the first or last time there was a beatdown on the Hexed stage. He whispered to Sigurd. “Don't let them get to you. The crowd will take care of him if he keeps up his shit. They do it to me too.”
He could see Sigurd was trying to control himself. Rekker tried to focus though since his band and Blixt both knew this was happening even if the crowd was completely unprepared. He could see Ulrik about to faint over in the wings.
“Guitarist for Blixt, Ulrik Gustaffsson. This kid, can keep up with me some nights.” Rekker looked over to see Dee heading for the shyer guitarist as Ulrik came out staring at the crowd. “This dick down here is probably going to be pissed about Ulrik too. You see, he's going home tonight with the hottest ginger bassist you'll ever see.”
Dee was laughing as Ulrik came out to join Dee and Missy. Even across the stage Rekker could tell the boy was blushing. Bjorn was still wound to the sky and yanking on Rekker's hair as he spoke. “Last, but not least, up in the kit with the Tornado, Lars the Thunderbringer.. all the way from Norway.”
Rekker felt for Lars as the spotlight hit the kit. Lars was shy in crowds and the poor kid was up there with a man who he couldn't resist. Devon was helping though raising his sticks and screaming. Lars had a shy smile and Rekker could see those two were alright but he had to tease them.
“No kissing up there in the dark you two.” Rekker knew to dodge but this stick clipped him in the leg. Devon usually missed and he glanced back to see Lars only had one stick. That damned tart had clobbered him with a drumstick. He grabbed it off the stage and went to the edge while holding the stick up like a prize. “Which of you bastards want to be the first to get a stick from the THUNDERBRINGER?”
Hands went up grabbing for it, He pointed the stick at Lars and then at the crowd. He wanted the Norwegian to see that this crowd was now their crowd. He threw it out in the crowd as far as he could.
“Now, Blixt is here to help us with a song.” Rekker's words were punctuated with a flash of blue lights and the sound of thunder. “You know the one I mean.”
Missy hit a riff and the crowd screamed. The song they picked was perfect for the two bands out there, about standing your ground in the pouring rain and lightning. Devon and Lars in the back hit some double percussion and Rekker couldn't help but grin. This was one of the best parts of being a band this big, dragging the other bands out here to be a part of the madness. Tonight, it was with people who meant more to him than any other band he'd ever shared a stage with.
