He had the voice of an angel; it rang through the room with such velocity, yet it was so gentle with each note. It was just so captivating, the sound of a lullaby lulling one to sleep.
And Dream loved it.
He would have stood there and gawked if his own words didn’t bring him back to reality. It wasn’t quite his fault. George looked perfect in the subtle lighting, and now, the sun was setting.
505’s up, snap out of it, Dream.
He gave a shake of his head, blowing out a long breath as the Ranboo started playing softly.
“I’m going back to 505,
If it’s a seven hour flight, or a forty-five minute drive,
In my imagination, you’re waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs.”
A strum, and then another.
“Stop, and wait a sec,
When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?
I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked.”
The crowd sang along. Dream knew it would become one of their biggest the second they released it.
“Frightened by the bite,
Though it’s no harsher than the bark.”
“Middle of adventure,
Such a perfect place to start.”
“I’m going back to 505…”
The drums started playing with Techno bouncing his head with each beat, loose strands of hair swaying back and forth.
“In my imagination, you’re waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs.”
The tempo changed, slightly.
Dream took his mic off the stand, stepping back and gripping it in his hand. His foot tapped to the beat, his head bobbed subconsciously, the crowd even silenced.
“But I crumble completely when you cry,
It seems that once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye,
I’m always just about to go and spoil the surprise,
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon.”
Now this is what he loved. The crowd screamed the lyrics alongside him, throat straining as he leaned forward, hair falling over his eyes as lyrics poured out of him.
“In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs, and a smile.”
As the rest of his band finished off the song, Dream’s grin was enormous as he watched the crowd cheer and dance.
Only a couple seconds passed before the next song started.
Ranboo, on the keyboard for this song, started.
Techno banged the drums and Dream dramatically started singing.
“Trudging through the morning, the tramp with the trampoline,
Under his arm, shifts past your whiskers,
So stark is the charm, but the barking alarm waits coiled ‘til the corner is turned.”
Dramatic breath.
He swore George rolled his eyes.
“And the bicycle wheels all struggle to move ‘round,
In your middy mind, blatantly caked and unwilling to wind,
Uncooperative time, so he sits on the springs ‘til the muck goes dry.”
Pause.
Dream shook his head with each dramatic bang on the drums, hair flew in his face, now starting to stick because of the sweat.
“All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms, and cast,
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall.”
“All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms, and cast,
The shadow of a snake pit…”
He leaned back dramatically, again, as always, lifting the mic stand and holding the mic close to his lips.
“What came first, the chicken or the--”
“Dickhead!” The crowd screamed and Dream laughed slightly; the honey-like sound seeped into his words as he tried to continue.
“... and twilight forced you to go on a walk,
Your legs are running, and your head gets caught.”
Another exaggerating breath.
“Canopy 19 is perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening fall from the aftertaste,
You’ll have to slip away,
I’m unhappy to say,
Behold as the crook in the hammock plays.”
Dream looked over to 404, holding another laugh as Wilbur and Quackity were bobbing their heads to the beat. Tommy’s grin was enormous with eyes wide with excitement to see his favorite band play right in front of his eyes.
When Dream looked at George, the brunet seemed to be fighting back an unwanted smile, one foot subconsciously tapping to the bang of Techno’s drums.
His voice faded as Ranboo continued playing, slowly and dragging each sound.
Techno joined in after a couple of beats, hair flying back and forth and gleaming in the lights of the stage. It was almost dark now, the sun almost completely gone.
Karl then joined.
“Behold as the crook in the hammock plays,
Cruelly with the base of the scales,
And fiddles with her feet on a balancing act,
Gagged, bound, crafting a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp.”
“Cruelly with the base of the scales,
And fucking fiddles with her feet on a balancing act,
She was gagged, bound, crafting a tale,
Trailing wrapped in a gasp.”
Dream took in a breath, chest heaving.
“All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast,
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall.”
“All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast,
The shadow of a snake pit on the wall.”
With the song ending, the crowd cheered loudly.
Intermission came and lasted for about twenty minutes before 404 played two more songs; Right Here and Church, then Take Me To Hell played their last two, Brianstorm and Mardy Bum.
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Also, if you love arctic monkeys and know how alex turner acts on stage, that's exactly how dream acts on stage here, even though it’s not all written out, so have a bit of imagination :)
OH! And for “pretty visitors”, ranboo is playing the keyboard but they can change sounds, like the organs in the real song, so keep that in mind :)
Drink some water <3
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