The lights go out and the crowd all start
to cheer and whistle in anticipation of Oblivion
arriving on stage. The low hum of a guitar starts to resonate around the
stadium. The sound is hypnotic and ghostly, especially with the lights all
turned off so it’s pitch black. The crowd has gone silent. I can hear the
mutterings of some vocals, all five of the guys are chanting some sort of
ancient psalm. Suddenly the stage detonates in an explosion of noise and light.
The heavy thrashing of the guitars and frantic beat of the drums engulfs me as
the music pulsates through my body. Cody is frenziedly hammering his drums as
the other four stand at the front of the stage, guitars in hand, bent at the
waist, thrashing their heads rhythmically.
They’re amazing! Me and Eve dance and sing
along animatedly as they work their way through their playlist. About half way
through their set, in the middle of one of their older songs Nikki breaks into
a guitar solo. The lights dim around the other band members and a red spotlight
focusses solely on him. He’s standing, legs spread, head tilted back, eyes
closed as he makes his guitar wail sensually. Unexpectedly the wailing stops
and the stadium goes silent. Has something gone wrong with the sound? I look
over to Eve who shrugs her shoulders. The rest of the band look a bit confused.
I look back to Nikki who has a big grin on
his face. He starts playing again as he strums a well-known guitar riff and it echoes
through the stadium.
bada ba bada ba. It’s Bad Company’s ‘Feel Like Makin’
Love’.
He repeats the riff a few times and then
growls out the words as he leans into his mic.
“Feel like makin’…” bada
ba bada ba.
“Feel like makin’ love…” bada
ba bada ba.
“Feel like makin’ love…” bada ba bada ba.
“Feel like makin’ love to you.”
The rest of the guys are all laughing at
him and shaking their heads at Nikki’s impromptu outburst. The crowd think it’s hilarious and
the girls are all screaming as if it’s a personal invitation! He continues the
guitar riff and strides up to the side of the stage. He points at me, then to
his chest, then back to me again as he silently mouths, “You. Me. Later.” He
blows me a kiss. Then his guitar returns back to its normal thrashing rhythm as
he strides across the stage and the band join in with the rest of their song.
I’m just standing there with a big grin on
my face. Eve nudges me in the ribs as she yells “Just a hook-up huh!”
I can’t help myself, this boy only needs to
look at me with those burning brown eyes and I’m done for. I grin back at her,
not responding to what we both know is an ever increasing but scary-as-hell
reality.
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