The Good Kind of Chaos
Sep. 3rd, 2024 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rage_rekkerThis was all last minute, not that Rekker had intended that. He had decided to donate to the Paralympics this year, having his students, and Raev, and now Dee around had influenced his choice. Of course, they had then asked him to fly in to Paris for the opening of the games, to encourage and do a speech or something. He had been discussing logistics with Tom when Dee came up. From there, it was mostly a blur. Dee's interest, Ziggy's interest, the original invite turning to looking for a band to open.
Now, they were stepping into Stade de France. He glanced at Ziggy who looked unphased by any of this. Rekker had no idea how the Anthean was so stable right now. He glanced at the others and saw the whole range of emotions one could imagine. The ginger was feeling the pressure because he was in charge of all of this. Tom had the foresight to send Martyn along. His brother was there with him as they walked toward the stage. It was incredibly early in the day and they needed to get to the stage, learn cues, and find out the day schedule among a million other things that were starting to overwhelm the guitarist. He was shouldering getting the stage set up. The others had some time to do their own thing before they would be called up on the stage to play.
Eventually, Rekker and Martyn would return. For now, Ziggy and the others were in the dressing room. They needed the time to get stage ready, rehearse the song, and for some, deal with the nerves of an international recording of their performance. Ziggy prepared to be moral support while he dressed and is thankful to see Rekker ensured everyone's comfort foods had been laid out. Even Ziggy felt the long flight, long drive, and shorter than usual night of sleep and rest. Maybe some would end up napping in the two hours they had before they went on stage.
Now, they were stepping into Stade de France. He glanced at Ziggy who looked unphased by any of this. Rekker had no idea how the Anthean was so stable right now. He glanced at the others and saw the whole range of emotions one could imagine. The ginger was feeling the pressure because he was in charge of all of this. Tom had the foresight to send Martyn along. His brother was there with him as they walked toward the stage. It was incredibly early in the day and they needed to get to the stage, learn cues, and find out the day schedule among a million other things that were starting to overwhelm the guitarist. He was shouldering getting the stage set up. The others had some time to do their own thing before they would be called up on the stage to play.
Eventually, Rekker and Martyn would return. For now, Ziggy and the others were in the dressing room. They needed the time to get stage ready, rehearse the song, and for some, deal with the nerves of an international recording of their performance. Ziggy prepared to be moral support while he dressed and is thankful to see Rekker ensured everyone's comfort foods had been laid out. Even Ziggy felt the long flight, long drive, and shorter than usual night of sleep and rest. Maybe some would end up napping in the two hours they had before they went on stage.
