Kapitel 27: The Gig - Part 2
"How do you all like it?" I asked the crowd and got a bit of a cheer. "This next song, if you a muggle-born, you will know it. It is sung and performed by everyone. And we are going to need your help with this one." Grant and Tim left their instruments and stood beside me. "Now follow along," I said. •We will Rock you by Queen•
*stamp stamp* *clap* I held my hands high above my head; Tim and Grant weren't.
*stamp stamp* *clap*
*stamp stamp* *clap* the crowd got the rhythm.
♫Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'♫ I sang.
♫We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you♫
Tim Grant I and some muggleborns sang.
*stamp stamp* *clap*
♫Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place♫
The crowd was ready this time. As one, we sang.
♫We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you♫
*stamp stamp* *clap*
♫Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place♫
♫We will, we will rock you, sing it
We will, we will rock you, everybody
We will, we will rock you, hmm
We will, we will rock you
Alright♫
Grant returned to the piano during the outro, and I brought up the guitar to play the end.
"How's that get your blood pumping?" I smiled. "I want to hear that at the quidditch match." I laughed, and so did the muggle-borns.
"That's enough." Professor McGonagall said. "It was very good, Mr Carter, but you have been told not to play wherever you feel like". The crowd looked shocked.
"We are not disturbing anyone," I said. "Just playing some songs".
"Without permission and in a public courtyard. " McGonagall said.
"So we have to pack up and leave," I asked.
"Yes", Professor McGonagall said.
I leaned into the mic and said "no".
Tim started the intro. •We're not gonna take it by Twisted Sister•
I smiled and chanted.
♫We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore♫
Professor McGonagall smiled and laughed. She was really helpful in lining up the next song. We did actually get permission to play, we just asked her to be the villain of the song.
♫We've got the right to choose, and
There ain't no way we'll lose it
This is our life, this is our song♫
♫We'll fight the powers that be, just
Don't pick on our destiny, 'cause
You don't know us, you don't belong♫
♫We're not gonna take it
No, we ain't gonna take it
We're not gonna take it anymore♫
we played through the song, having a good time. Fred and George seemed to be quite taken with the hair metal song.
"thank you," I said to the crowd, "and thank you, Professor McGonagall; we have one more song to play," I said. I took my wand out of the stand and removed the electric tune spell from my guitar. I summoned the dancing light instead; I learnt with the electric tune spell; I didn't need the ball of light. "this one is called Songbird." •Songbird by Bernard Fanning•
♫I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true♫
I sang sweetly into the mic as I played the guitar. The little ball of light flew in patterns behind me, making light trails.
♫So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain♫
Grant's piano and Tim's drums joined me in the chorus
♫Songbird
You got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your livin' hell? ♫
My little ball of light shifted into a little bird of light and perched on my shoulder.
♫The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receivin' praise
Relieving no one's pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you need to break
Free from all your pain♫
the light bird took flight into the crowd.
♫Songbird
You got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your livin' hell?♫
♫I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough♫
I held out my hand, and the bird of light flew and landed on my palm, twirling and vanishing. The crowd clapped and cheered.
"Thank you again; I'm Eddie; on Piano is Grant Steward, and on Drumbs is Tim Mathers," I said to the crowd, and they applauded my bandmates.
--A/n--
This will be the last time I do a full setlist for a gig; I'll probably pick one or two songs.
Also, a third chapter will be released today to make up for the one I missed yesterday.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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