Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 22:37:17 GMT -5
Touring with the band during their gap year was amazing. But now, Charlie found himself at a small gig in their home. Or, well, see…you wouldn't normally see this Greyback boy in the library. Or would you call this a bookstore? Basically the same thing. But he was here, and leading the show. Apologizing to the fans who had shown, which according to the shop owner, was twice the size of the largest crowd they'd ever had (someone named Gilderoy Lockhart?), and the band felt sort of guilty for not having Quincey Greyback front and center. Though Charlie was known to take over if his brother was out, he was sober tonight, and dressed up, and feeling equally as guilty because dozens of witches and wizards were standing there, watching them.
But they overcame it, and Charlie was able to rock out with Ghost Town, leading with the guitar. Imogene had the keyboard, Beau took over for Quincey's absent guitar, and obviously, the drums were still intact. Though, this was one of their slowed down gigs. Kind of like what one would call a live acoustic recording, right there in Diagon Alley. They'd gone through several songs with breaks in between to converse with their fans, and most commented on the fact that Charlie was suited up and acting more like a gentlemen. His response was that Quincey might finally be rubbing off on him.
It was probably another hour until he spoke calmly into the microphone. "Sorry everyone, but this is our last song. This for her, whoever she may be. Maybe it's one of you, maybe she's imaginary. We'll see." He liked leaving his private life out in the open, and confusing the paparazzi, and little did anyone know that by doing this, he was a protecting the other bandmates, as he and Quincey had the largest fan base, Quincey more so than him. But his actions got attention, and he loved that. "This is the first song I've ever written, so feel free to leave now if you dare." A little, wry smile before he began.
Outfit: here
Last Performance: here
But they overcame it, and Charlie was able to rock out with Ghost Town, leading with the guitar. Imogene had the keyboard, Beau took over for Quincey's absent guitar, and obviously, the drums were still intact. Though, this was one of their slowed down gigs. Kind of like what one would call a live acoustic recording, right there in Diagon Alley. They'd gone through several songs with breaks in between to converse with their fans, and most commented on the fact that Charlie was suited up and acting more like a gentlemen. His response was that Quincey might finally be rubbing off on him.
It was probably another hour until he spoke calmly into the microphone. "Sorry everyone, but this is our last song. This for her, whoever she may be. Maybe it's one of you, maybe she's imaginary. We'll see." He liked leaving his private life out in the open, and confusing the paparazzi, and little did anyone know that by doing this, he was a protecting the other bandmates, as he and Quincey had the largest fan base, Quincey more so than him. But his actions got attention, and he loved that. "This is the first song I've ever written, so feel free to leave now if you dare." A little, wry smile before he began.
Outfit: here
Last Performance: here