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V’s Fire Fest Pop-Up ~

vynnfirestrider:

Originally posted by datbrendonboyd

V reaches for a stool and his guitar case, sitting himself down as he clicks open his guitar case and retrieves a rather ornate, exquisitely detailed acoustic guitar. He offers a gentle smile to his audience and rolls his shoulders, settling himself in as his eyes swing back down to the frets and where his fingers need to lay, slowly beginning a peaceful little melody.

The musician‘s gentle finger plucking and chord progression is soon joined by his voice, “When the world gets too, heavy put it on my back, I’ll be your levy, you are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card..” He smirks into the end of his last line, that pearly white grin peaking out, as he looks down to where his fingers work, they slide effortlessly along from string to string, well-practiced but obviously a little nervous. His fingers are careful and precise, taking great pride in his work although his shoulders were still a bit shaky.

He inhales softly before continuing along, his silky smooth voice and falsetto notes filling the air, never faltering or wavering to further his nerves, “It was always you, falling for me now there’s always time, calling for me…I’m a light, blinking at the end of the road, blink back to let me know..” In his brief little interlude, he peers up and out over the crowd, as if searching for that light to blink back at him, a slight smile tugs at the corner of his lips, as if he could see it before looking back to his strings.

V‘s facial expression grows a little more puzzled and curious as he looks to where his fingers dance across the strings, as if he were getting all tangled up in his own song, “I’m a fly that’s trapped, in a web but I’m thinking that, my spider’s dead. Lonely, lonely little life, I could kid myself, in thinking that I’m fine..” He looks back up and out over the crowd, searching for that blinking little light as the passion of his guitar continues to seep out of him in the form of a warm, endearing aura, washing over the crowd in a serene wave as if encapsulating them all into a little bubble of tranquillity.

He continues on with the chorus, his expression swirling from curious to be a little more sombre, but the aura that he exudes still remaining, “It was always you, falling for me now there’s always time, calling for me, I’m the light blinking at the end of the road, blink back to let me know… that I’m skin and bone, just a king and a rusty throne.” His lips purse as he looks down and around himself, giving a delightfully smooth little trill of his voice – signature V. His fingers still continue to work along the chords though…other instruments seem to join in his symphony…but from where? It all feels almost ethereally peaceful. 

The pianist, as well as now guitarist slowly progresses, “The castle’s under siege, but the sign outside says ‘leave me alone’..” He allows the line to hang in the air for a few moments of silence, peering down to his boots in front of him before he gives a few taps of the ball of his foot to get himself back in rhythm, “It was always you, falling for me, now there’s always time, calling for me, I’m the light blinking at the end of the road.. blink back to let me know..” V’s gaze swings out to the horizon once more, his foot tapping in rhythm on every second beat, his whole body swaying and rocking about in rhythm with his guitar, as if the music itself were washing over him in a series of waves, his physique just as expressive as his voice and face with its reactions.

V inhales through his nose before slowly echoing, “Blink back to let me know…” He murmurs before giving one final strum of his guitar strings, ending on an oddly open chord. A surreal voice echoes around the crowd, as if his own voice creating melodies within itself although his mouth wasn’t moving – V loved to have a few tricks up his sleeve. He flicks his gaze back to his audience with a warm smile, “Thanks very much…” He offers before standing up and giving a polite little bow, holding a hand to his chest. Pressing his fingers to his lips he blows a kiss out to his little audience and continues to beam.

[ Track // Always - Panic! at the Disco ]