Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 0:06:52 GMT -6
Danny was beginning to play a lot more gigs it seemed, so that was good. He was trying to repair some of the damage that Angelo had done to his name and career. It was a slow go but it was working. Apparently there had been a small online community trying to help clear his name. They'd tried contacting the ACLU on his behalf but they felt there wasn't enough of a case. Danny knew that was bull it was possible someone had scared them into not acting. That aspect seemed odd but he wasn't deterred, he'd get around it somehow.
Tonight he was playing a gig in a small Metropolis bar right on the edge of Suicide Slum. Not the best place, but they didn't ask questions and just wanted to be entertained. As someone who was changing his persona to a little darker and a little more metal he fit in perfect there. Plus it allowed him to hide his depression and other downward spirals as part of his new style. He wasn't getting paid even a fourth of what he used to make for appearances, but he wasn't doing it for the money. He was doing it to play music again, that was what he really cared about.
He took the stage to a smattering of applause. Most ignored him and went on with their conversations. He was fine with that he just began playing. A few metal versions of some of his minor hits before going into covers. He ended his first set with a metal cover While my guitar gently weeps before taking a break. That got a little more of a reaction as he set his guitar down and headed to the bar.
"Whiskey, just leave the bottle."
He said calmly before nodding his head and taking a swig from the bottle. He felt someone pull his tail and groaned.
"Yeah jackass, it's real, just like the wings, ears and the blue."
He said rolling his eyes. It wasn't the first time someone had questioned his accessories. He understood it, and what was partially because of him. He'd pretended they were fake for awhile before coming out. But by this point people should really know. Not only that but it was a terrible way to try and get his attention.
Tonight he was playing a gig in a small Metropolis bar right on the edge of Suicide Slum. Not the best place, but they didn't ask questions and just wanted to be entertained. As someone who was changing his persona to a little darker and a little more metal he fit in perfect there. Plus it allowed him to hide his depression and other downward spirals as part of his new style. He wasn't getting paid even a fourth of what he used to make for appearances, but he wasn't doing it for the money. He was doing it to play music again, that was what he really cared about.
He took the stage to a smattering of applause. Most ignored him and went on with their conversations. He was fine with that he just began playing. A few metal versions of some of his minor hits before going into covers. He ended his first set with a metal cover While my guitar gently weeps before taking a break. That got a little more of a reaction as he set his guitar down and headed to the bar.
"Whiskey, just leave the bottle."
He said calmly before nodding his head and taking a swig from the bottle. He felt someone pull his tail and groaned.
"Yeah jackass, it's real, just like the wings, ears and the blue."
He said rolling his eyes. It wasn't the first time someone had questioned his accessories. He understood it, and what was partially because of him. He'd pretended they were fake for awhile before coming out. But by this point people should really know. Not only that but it was a terrible way to try and get his attention.