Gavin goes down stairs before the Glam and green lights go on..He moves over to the stage adjusting his guitar and fumbling with the wall of amps Coring them back into station,Peddles go down He kind of smirks at the Kick phazer 3 on the floor next to his beaten up Bright Blue triton Peddle its seen better days but damn it was a tool of love and affection. Drawing feed cables around he crooks his head adjusting the mic and warming it up

to feed over the house system..”These are a few of My favorite things”He grins Sitting down trailing the cord back . He draws his hair back into a sleek Pony tail a slightly savage gleam on his smile lays their like a question or Plea of guilt.

Gavins Fingers drone the guitar ..its cord haunt out a eerie dark pitch ,Something like a deathly Lullaby weening from Heroin induced cold fever. You could feel the addiction of sound and Loaded Skill turning into one high dose injection of something exotic wreathed in metal and coiled emotion of vibrations echoing off his soul from his hands. Voice was not his weapon of choice it moved more from his eyes and slight sneer of a smile

into the Microphone .Voice was what music was made for this was a designed addiction waiting for a vein to infect with its euphoria laced Bite..No this wasn’t a voice this was a Dawn cresting and Night fall claiming..Charmed in enchanted Lull of sounds echoing back in a timed execution of all things woven in dark entrancement behind sinful blue green eyes. “When you close your eyes and go to sleep.. And it’s down to the sound of a

heartbeat. I can hear the things that you’re dreaming about When you open up your heart and the truth comes out!”

<Henry> slipped up to the door to the club before hours and crouched down to very gently nudge a small envelope under the door so that it would at least be on the inside for an employee to hopefully find. Satisfied with his efforts he rose to find his car in the empty lot, not a hard task, and checked it over to make sure it wasn’t scratched or ticketed. Finding that all was well he climbed inside to start it up so that he could head back to New

Orleans

gavin voice Compels the words like silk parting against a powerful push of gilded Morphine induced seduction haunting of the clubs Pa system Shaking the very walls under the roar of rolling thunder of guitar echoing around with the force of Condemned gods thrashing against reality trying to smash their way through to Reality . ” You tell me that you want me !You tell me that you need me !You tell me that you love me!”Vocal spectre song

echoing down through the bowls of the old church, shaking past empty tables .Hands cord Desires judgment like coming down off something you wish you had more of shivering in withdrawal. “And I know that I’m right !Cuz I hear it in the night I hear the secrets that you keep!! When you’re talking in your sleep!” Drowning edge of reality smashing into a razor cut smile hangs off his face.lost in the dark twist of rhythm and torn between

dreams and fabricated Wants .”When I hold you in my arms at night Don’t you know you’re sleeping in a spotlight And all your dreams that you keep inside You’re telling me the secrets that you just can’t hide”

gavin voice Compels the words like silk parting against a powerful push of gilded Morphine induced seduction haunting of the clubs Pa system Shaking the very walls under the roar of rolling thunder of guitar echoing around with the force of Condemned gods thrashing against reality trying to smash their way through to Reality . ” You tell me that you want me !You tell me that you need me !You tell me that you love me!”Vocal spectre song

echoing down through the bowls of the old church, shaking past empty tables .Hands cord Desires judgment like coming down off something you wish you had more of shivering in withdrawal. “And I know that I’m right !Cuz I hear it in the night I hear the secrets that you keep!! When you’re talking in your sleep!” Drowning edge of reality smashing into a razor cut smile hangs off his face.lost in the dark twist of rhythm and torn between

dreams and fabricated Wants .”When I hold you in my arms at night Don’t you know you’re sleeping in a spotlight And all your dreams that you keep inside You’re telling me the secrets that you just can’t hide” <Repost>

Gavins voice lets unnatural pitch perfect resonance Shake the walls like a angel howling in agony of renouncing faith before god as he fell..dark sinful free fall . Strings Moved to fingers like a crawl of broken faith trying to Cling to salvation of whispered desire. Craving calling lust and passion out like children from the nights touch as the sun slide down on the day. “You tell me that you want me You tell me that you need me You

tell me that you love me And I know that I’m right Cuz I hear it in the night I hear the secrets that you keep …When you’re talking in your sleep!”Guitar roars out in a sound of burning desire climbing between heart beats hammering in time with twisting shadows of where creatures of passion prey on each other in dark delights. “When you close your eyes and you fall asleep

Everythng about you is a mystery”

<Henry> actually paused before moving off to his car. He was still crouched outside the door, but the music was loud enough to drift to his ears. Though drift was not and apt description. The words held him as the music thrummed in his soul. He might as well have been a moth in a flame as he motionlessly listened. Music had always held a magic to him. The words conveying power, will, and intent in beautiful symphony. Quietly, in a whisper that

carried like delicate feathers on the wind he answered that song. Though his words where in another language, if they were words at all, and the melody was a haunting contrast. Not that it would be heard inside, but Henry could hear it slipping out between his lips and that was what mattered to the man. Henry’s voice was the soothing balm to the howling angelic agony that brought tears to Henry’s eyes.

Gavins hands Move with a swooping motion along the neck of the guitar as though it was some black design swooping through the long hours of torn thoughts in a empty bed. Longing in his voice is almost damn near impossible to deny the Want in everything alive or that powerful fear of the dead..Empty want abashed and clawing dark in the madness of Consuming desire like a fading dream. “You tell me that you want me You tell me that you need

me You tell me that you love me And I know that I’m right Cuz I hear it in the night I hear the secrets that you keep When you’re talking in your sleep!” Feed back echos off like breaking heart lost in its own flawless want as the supernatural sound fades away under the noise of someone shutting a Amp off and unhooking a Microphone.

Static travels up the Sign out side flickering up in dark red neon over the door as the echo fades “Open”.

<Henry’s> eyes are shut almost painfully against the hot tears that formed as testimony to the pained emotions that were ripped from his soul. Even after the music fades Henry can’t help but whisper his own song in reply. No ears would hear it, but the pain he’d heard deserved answer, even if it was only the soft whisper of a breeze on he wind. How long had Haney listened? He didn’t rightly know as he staggered to his feet like he was drunk

on emotion and had to hold onto the door frame to steady himself. “Bloody Hell, this place is… certainly not normal.”

A few Minutes a Door man opens the doors and braces them up as three waitress sneak out for one more cigarette before rush the mass flocking inside the club .Doorman looks over at Henry “You alright fella? ”

<Henry> looked upwards as the sign flickered on and he raised an eyebrow at it. This was like a spider web. He startled as the food opened and nearly stumbled awkwardly before he gave the man a sheepish smile, “Er… yes. Just took a bit of a spell when I came to fetch my car. I needed a moment, is all.” It was not a lie, even if it wasn’t the whole truth, “Ah… might I ask what band was practicing inside a few minutes ago?”

Door man Looks at him oddly “I am not sure,Really I saw someone up there. think someone might have been sound testing gear. We all got through the doors just a few seconds ago from out back. Might have been one of the staff here earlier Messing around. Hard too tell.” He says looking inside and back at Henry. “I dont think we have anyone performing live tonight, I mean we been known to have a sudden booking of venues just happen out of

no where.

<Henry> smiles a little wanly, perhaps still shaken from the episode he’d took or realizing that he might have been hearing things. “Ah, I see. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too much trouble to bother you for a glass of water? Perhaps I should sit for a moment or two before driving.”

Door man Nods him inside “Go right on in bar is starting to open,sure they got a bottle of water up there.”

<Henry> nodded and headed inside, though this time he was a little wary as he headed for the bar to order a glass of water. It didn’t need to be bottled, tap would do.

Short Bouncy Brunette Girl with a short bobbed Cabaret hairstyle swooping down her jaw looks to henry ,Flashing dark betty Blue eyes at him , “What will it be , first man at the bar tonight?” She says with a thick southern draw. “You want something on the top shelf your gonna have to give me a second to reach for my ladder.

<Henry> chuckled at her enthusiasm and kept his eyes at least slightly hidden behind his glasses, “Yes, well, I wasn’t expecting to pop in. I was just picking up my car, you see.” Though that bourbon had been nice, “No need for a ladder, at least, though I was hoping to trouble you for a glass of water?”

Currently the scene is: Center-Stage at Golgotha in Baton-rouge and it is Night ( Open door policy )

She Reaches under the bar handing Henry a Bottle of water chilled over night the cold condensation clinging to the bar top in three small droplets which are whipped up quickly and a coast falls under the bottle . “Pipes make the water taste Funny.”

<Henry> nodded his head as he politely accepted the bottle and reached for his wallet to pull out a ten dollar bill to cover it, his hand lightly turning away the change, “Thank you, my dear. I don’t mind the taste of local water, but I appreciate the care.” He carefully cracked the seal on the bottle to sip the cool water. It wasn’t tea, but it would still give him a bit of grounding after his episode.

She Looks at the ten dollars ringing him up slipping the 8.50 Back in his reach. “ehh Been here my whole Damn life and that stuff tastes like sludge off a mud flap of a truck . Any thing else I can Help you with Mr..? “He accent clinging to its deep southern sing song draw .”Running specials on cocktails till 11 and I think beers are all get one for full price half price till 11 .?”

<Henry> simply leaves the $8.50 where it is, not seeming to have any interest in collecting it, “Ah, that is an interesting analogy.” Part of him really was curious now. How accurate was that statement, “Haines. He replied, or simply Henry if it suits you, Ms. I’m originally from Wales, but I lived in London long enough that American tap water is not so bad by comparison.” Then he shook his head gently, “I’m afraid that indulging

tonight would mean another trip tomorrow. I really do need to get my car home at some point.”

She Nods to him and turns around counting Bottles as the doors start surging with people slipping with the fall of darkness outside secure its grasp.

gavin moves in from around the bar back and leans over the bar smirking at the small brunette who almost drops her inventory,”Swweeet Christ gavin”She yelps and steps back. “Wear a damn bell ..sorry startled the hell out me .”Gavin smiles at her “boo back..trucks came in on time have the guys off load those before 8 pm please. “His accent is thick francophone but his english is crisp and clear as he flutters dark blue green eyes at her

grinning. “Really like they need to start now..”She shakes her head and grins yelling at one of the bartenders to get a few guys and head out back .

<Henry> keeps and eye on the people streaming in and the darkness falling outside. It didn’t matter much here, but it meant he’d have to be careful when he returned to New Orleans. He smiles at the cute pair as he works on finishing his water, but he doesn’t interrupt them, trying not to be too intrusive.

Gavin drops down on the bar sitting down looking across the Dance floor ..”Going to be busy again..Jen You might call mike and have him swing by help with door for a few hours before he heads into the Other bar and tell him to bring me the books, please.” Gavin almost stands up on the bar eyeing people as they come in. His hand throws a wave now and again as he lights a cigarette.

<Henry’s> head perks at the mention of books, but it was probably financial so his excitement was very short lived, “It is an interesting establishment you have here, sir.”

gavin sails his gaze over at henry “Oui it is ..among my investments and holding..why she be a bad girl up here..we can put her in the back again he teases her with a sideways cute smile from Behind the curtain if very well kept Dark black hair advancing down his face as he laughs catching the middle finger slowly lifting up from his eyes corner his way from the small woman . “Yes she is one of my Businesses.

<Henry> chuckled softly and hid his eyes behind his glasses as he adjusted them, “I am certain it will do marvellously. The barkeep last night was a very lovely host.” He finished his bottle and looked about for a place to put it for recycling, “Though… perhaps you could add tea to the menu?”

Gavin chuckles “Mike has been called many things Lovely well Not among them.”He teases with a free handed laugh. “I am afraid tea is not on the menu, you see hot fluids raises insurance through the roof by need liability for the Product in a environment listed as for entertainment A good deal. Hot beverages have to be secured in the employee break area’s including coffee. Day and age of law suits I am afraid . Not to mention the over all

cost of the insurance for such a limited use Product in a place of this Demand..I Couldn’t excuse the cost,But we have other beverages then alcohol. “He glances toward the dance floor and darts His eyes back at Henry.

<Henry> chuckled softly, “Well, Perhaps I have a unique perspective. He was a charming and wonderful young man. Very considerate and knowledgeable.” At least Henry seemed genuine with his praise. Though he almost seemed to wilt at the logistics of not having tea, “Ah… I suppose I can’t argue those facts.” He follows Gavin’s eyes to the dance floor, “Er, if I am keeping you, I do apologize. Please.” He gestures to the dance floor.

Gavin shakes his head “No not keeping me at all I was imagining a cup of hot Fluid out there “He chuckles again “It would be like watching goths play hot potato ..All that flailing sweeping armotion suddenly breaking into chaos of drama”He laughs again ..”Maybe I’ll add it eventually to the menu once things move into perspective with how much standing proffit I am looking to fold my hands one with this establishment, working capital aside

but raw proffit line.

<Henry> had to actually wince at that, “Oh… yes… that would be rather horrid. No, I think I see your point, Sir.” Henry tilted his head to the side and nodded slowly, “Ah, that is all above my area of expertise. I’ve been toying at establishing a small business, but I am not the best at logistics.”

Gavin recoils his hair out of his face ands Nods”Seems to be the issue with business people often have a great Idea but lack the know how to push it through. But thats no need to give,Never surender as winston churchill would say ..take the fight to them.”

<Henry> chuckled softly to himself and shook his head, “Oh no, I’m not giving up. I made one of those… hmmm what are they called? Fiver accounts? It works quite well and is rather fun to use. Thankfully there is very little fighting involved. Though I would prefer to have my own website some day.”

Gavin nods to him”Good luck with that. “He grins and turns his head slowly back to the small woman working the bar with a faint smile Drawing his eyes from her to Henry “Most online business required more time then staff and a fast lane of experienced staff. A good accountant as well ..Investment options for a Singular service seem to work better. The whole One service per internet company Diversity seems to slit the throat of many online

companies..too many pies not exactly enough fingers to get into them all at once.. Not to mention return business is actually better on some venues as people seem to Hide from interaction these days.

<Henry> nods his head, taking in the pearls of information, “Well, it isn’t a particularly demanding service and a touch niche. I offer translation services of old documents. There isn’t any overhead.”

Gavin stands up and nods to the bartender “Love ,my little dark sunset kiss of delta desire..would you take care of our guest here. “He smirks and turns his head to Henry ..”Information is always over head sir. Especially old information your sure that no one else knows..ergo why you translate..or your services would not be Retained ..Its brilliant market. BUt saddly mine requires me to go between guests now and see how they are Fairing .

Please do stop buy again Some time to chat maybe have a good vintage here you like to indulge in ,But I must sadly depart Was apleasure.

<Henry> chuckled, “I hardly consider what is in my mind to be overhead, but I suppose if ally a way you are correct. Have a good evening, sir.” Henry waited and chatted for a bit longer before heading out.