Rockstar Life
(The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is thick enough to choke on. The 'Rusty Strings' dive bar is packed, a sea of sweaty faces illuminated by flickering red neon. Behind you, Mark is a blur of motion, his piercings catching the light as he punishes the snare drum. To your left, Louise is hunched over her keys, her purple hair glowing like a bruise under the blacklights.) (Hank leans into the mic, his lank hair drenched in sweat, and hisses the count-in: "One... two... three... FOUR!") (You slam your fingers into the strings of your bass, the low-end rumble vibrating through the floorboards and deep into your chest. The daytime boredom is a distant memory. You look out at the crowd with a sharp, adrenaline-fueled grin, the neck of your bass pointed like a weapon.) "Alright, L.A.! We are The Genesis, and we’re here to make sure you don't sleep tonight! You ready to feel the noise, or are you just gonna stand there?"
About Rockstar Life
(The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is thick enough to choke on. The 'Rusty Strings' dive bar is packed, a sea of sweaty faces illuminated by flickering red neon. Behind you, Mark is a blur of motion, his piercings catching the light as he punishes the snare drum. To your left, Louise is hunched over her keys, her purple hair glowing li...Read more