2022-02-15 I Hurt Myself Today... at the Viper Room

I Hurt Myself Today... at the Viper Room

Participants: Angela Ingram Cally

Location: The Viper Room

Date and Time: February 15th, 2022 11:14 pm

Summary: Cally convinces Angela and Ingram to perform a Duet at the Viper Room, they kill it.

Mood Music: https://youtu.be/8AHCfZTRGiI

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram chuckles a little as Cally describes her type. "I think any nerdy boy would take one look at you and just pass out." He looks her up and down. "Especially in that outfit." Then he wets his lips, his hazel eyes moving to take in the club. "Back in the nineties...it was a big deal. Always wished my band could've played here, but..." He shrugs a shoulder, then smiles at her, sort of. "What'd you come here to do, anyway? I don't want to get in your way." The young man is talking to Cally. He's wearing a black leather and velvet burnout coat that falls to mid-hip, a black t-shirt with a wreath in white and the words 'RESIST PSYCHIC DEATH' in a Gothic font atop it, black leather pants, and stompy black boots.

---<Angela>---------------
Angela steps inside followed closely by two bodyguards, she shrugs off her leather jacket and tucks it under one arm before taking a moment to tease up the front of her death hawk as she continues inside.

The boys with the musician let her head off, and they themselves find a spot out of her way to keep an eye on her as she heads towards the bar, turning more than a few heads.

---<Cally>---------------
Cally shakes her head. "You would be suprised how many of the nerdy ones or closet freaks... or maybe you wouldnt be suprised?" Her head turns to watch the person who entered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Speaking of peak nineties..." She lifts her chin and does that quick 'look over there' head motion. "Oh a band? I would love to hear you play." She doesnt answer his question just yet, she doesnt have one really.

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram glances over to see what Cally is looking at, and there's immediate recognition on his face. "Shit," he says. "That's Angela fucking Miller. You don't know Overdrive 243?" To be fair, he looks and dresses like exactly the sort of person who would know who Angela Miller and Overdrive 243 are. "Anyway, she's really fucking famous. Good songwriter, too." He doesn't look poised to approach her, though, or at least not yet, turning back to Cally. Then Ingram shakes his head, looking down. "Not anymore. I'm solo now."

---<Cally>---------------
Cally just blinks and shakes her head. "Sounds like a race car mod? is she a car girl?" Wild shot in the dark since LA has a good amount of street racers and junk. Noticing his interest she grins wickedly and looks at Angela before raising a hand and calling out. "Hey Angela! Sup girl, Big fan!" She points to Inram as she says that last bit and then winks at him with an evil gleam.

---<Angela>---------------
As Angela slides up to the bar, there's Cally shouting out in her direction, as she glances that way there's a little laugh as Cally outs Ingram, eyes settling on him for a moment as she offers a little smile. The musician raises her hand and offers a fairly cute and playful finger wave before she turns to a bartender.

"Double Patron neat." then there seems to be a furrowing of her brow as she turns back towards the pair, then points very directly at Ingram, "Juno's Tears!?"

---<Ingram>---------------
"No, it's a band. They kinda saved industrial rock from itself." Ingram literally puts a hand over his face when Cally calls out to Angela, though, muttering something that sounds like 'ahhh, fuck.' But he quickly recovers, sort of! when Angela Fucking Miller apparently knows his project. Then he lets his thumbs slide into his belt loops in a casual way, nodding at her. "Yeah, that's me. Shit, you know my stuff? I'm honored, truly." A hand reaches up to swipe his dark curtain of hair out of his face and even manages to smile.

---<Cally>---------------
Cally is in a playful mood tonight and looks between Ingram and Angela with some interest. "Juno? like the pregnant teen movie Juno? I mean yeah she had a reason to cry I guess..." There is a tease to her voice as she bites her lower lip. Leaning in she says something to Ingram before pressing on his back and leading him over so the three can chat. Once she is close her smile finds Angela. "Sorry, I've been under a rock but my friend here highly recomends you so, I will have to give it a listen."

---<Angela>---------------
Angela collects her drink and makes a very pointed walk towards the pair, Cally helping bring them together. The pink haired woman immediately invades their personal space with her presence, face alight with excitement. "Ingram, right? Fuck maaan..." she has a bit of a crazed grin on her face, her incredibly beauty working overtime to tone it down, "I can't believe you're here in the fuckin flesh!" there's a shit ton of very genuine fan girling going on from Angela, her gaze moving to Cally, "No apologies necessary, happy to go unknown occasionally." she laughs and smiles wide.

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram rolls his eyes at Cally, though he doesn't seem /all/ that offended. And he sure as hell seems shocked that Angela's right up in their grill, now. It's hard not to stare at her, for so many reasons, but Ingram just shakes his head and laughs, looking first at Cally in disbelief before he focuses in on Angela again. "You've gotta be shitting me," he snorts, but he's smiling. "Come on. You're Angela Miller and you're fangirling /me/?" A beat. "Seriously, though, thanks. That means a lot. Really enjoyed your last album, by the way. I knew you weren't down for the count."

---<Cally>---------------
"Well damn, seems I have a lot to listen to in the near future..." Cally grins and nods to Angela. "I will stay oblivious for now, you seem cool. Will you excuss me a sec you two? I'll be right back." She turns and heads away for a moment. Going toward the stage and letting the pair chat a sec. Returning a moment later looking like the cat that caught the canary. She gets close and rocks back and worth, heet to toe, toe to heel and back.

---<Angela>---------------
Angela settles herself down a bit with a little exhale as she's called out for fangirling, lip curling in a playful smile, she takes a moment to sip the amber liquid in her glass, thinking, "Doesn't matter how big you get, you still love what you love. You in town for long?"

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram watches Cally head off and then come back with a slightly confused look, but he just shrugs, giving Angela his attention again. It's really hard not to, granted. "Uh, I moved ba-- live here now, actually. In Venice. Just trying to catch up on what's going on in the various music scenes." Which is probably why he's here. "You working on new stuff?" He does glance at Cally from time to time, polite enough to not get totally sucked into his conversation with a super-famous maven of his genre.

---<Cally>---------------
There are people dancing to the music coming from the speakers and its good, definately something to move to. Cally Sways and listens to the pair for a bit before cutting in. "Sounds like you two hav not only heard of one another but appreciate the art and talent the other has. So... Sorry, not sorry." She turns and the man on stage takes the mic and starts to speak. His voice gruff and alluring at the same time, the kind of voice that can hype up the sleepiest crowd. "Welcome to one helluva night, Tonights band is getting the finishing touches taken care of but will be up here shortly, until then..." He nods and 'Darkness Dreaming' starts to play, but there is a strange mix to it, something from Juno's tears... a fucking mashup that bleeds together like it was ment to be. The man continues as he looks from Cally to Angela then to Ingram. "Lets make some noise and see what kind of magic this night brings?" Hope playing in his eyes and Cally looks to the pair, mirroring that hope.

---<Angela>---------------
There's an excited nod from Angela, "Ya we're right in the middle of the new album actually." she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, hip cocking the other way, "Going to lay it down at Rocket Studios, just getting the final bits sorted." There's a pause for a wip of her Tequila, "Then it's full into production!"

"Can't go wrong with Venice." Angela grins bright white, looking between the pair a moment, "How you two.. know.... each..." she turns towards the stage, there's a smile, then a furrowing of her brow as she gets a little confused at both his words, and the song, "Is this a Remix?" she shakes her head, "Naa... some spot on mashup." a bit of a crazed smile widening across her face once more.

---<Ingram>---------------
"No shit? That's great news. What direction are you --" Ingram cuts himself off, head jerking up when he realizes there's this crazy mashup of their projects going on. He looks at Cally, then Angela, and just chuckles and shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. "Shit." The young man looks kind of embarrassed. Maybe he'd like to find a hole to hide in while this is playing.

---<Cally>---------------
When Ingram looks like he wants to hide Cally grins. "So, you should boh head up there and show them how its done? just one song?" She grings her hand up and caces her fingers together giving the biggest puppy dog eyes. "Paw-leeeese?" Batting lashes and all. The man on stage grabs 2 mic's and motions for the pair to jpon him, again that hope brightening his eyes.

---<Angela>---------------
Angela raises a well manicured eyebrow, that crazy grin turning into laughter, "Us? Now...? Right here...?" she looks a bit bewildered.

"Like... I dunno what we'd even do, this shit takes .... well...." she looks up to the stage, the tools are all there at least.

Angela looks to Cally pointedly, "Kind of puttin us on the spot here baby." she laughs, "You're an interesting one..."

---<Ingram>---------------
Now Ingram starts to look angry. "No," he says firmly. "I don't perform anymore." Although as resolute as he's /trying/ to be, if someone as famous as Angela Miller truly wants to drag him up there...well. He'll probably end up going!

---<Cally>---------------
Cally doesnt seem to be ashamed, there is something she feels and she smiles. "YOu bth have musical souls, and when a love like that is here? you will know what to do." She looks at Ingram, he can be as pissed as he wants at her later. For nw? She really does want to hear his heart so she nods to the stage. "Angela, the most eautiful music isnt perfect, that shits corprate and steril, go on, give it a go."

---<Angela>---------------
Angela seems a little surprised that Ingram got angry about it, but nods slowly in understanding, "Oh shit I didn't know you stopped performing on purpose, I was wondering why it was all just like sparatic releases and shit."

"I'm not dragging anyone up on stage to perform, and honestly I will never do this shit again." is spoken to Cally very directly, "But I could belt somethin out at least as a salute to your weirdness girl." she winks and laughs, then with her Tequila in hand starts to wander up towards the stage, grinning back a couple of times.

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram lets out a breath, glaring at Cally. He watches Angela start to head up there, and...well. He heads after her, though he looks like he feels like he's making the biggest mistake of his life. Once they're on stage, he murmurs to Angela: "I can play an accompaniment on something if you wanna sing." There's a piano, and some guitars...so there's probably some options.

---<Cally>---------------
Tilting her head to Ingram she looks confused for a bit and opens her mouth to say something before Angela speaks up. Watching the Punker head up followed bt Ingram she heads to the stage and gets close to watch, there is soft affection in her eyes toward Ingram and a softness of admiration to Angela. She's excited to see how this ends up sounding.

---<Angela>---------------
Angela glances back as Ingram catches up to her, nodding and offering him a warm reassuring smile, "No pressure baby... that works for me if it works for you..." she upnods towards the piano, "Maybe bring that girl to life and I'll grab an axe? I'm going to just do a cover, something simple, limited instruments and... fucking planning..." more laughter as they arrive on stage.

---<Ingram>---------------
"Alright," Ingram mutters. He doesn't look nervous, he looks...something else. Almost like being up here makes him dizzy. But he goes and sits at the piano, briefly testing it to make sure it's in tune, and looks over at her. "When you're ready." For all of his complaints and sour mood about this, everything about his manner says he's a professional musician. If he's at an instrument, he's going to be a professional. That's just the way it is.

+LOSE/+BURN> Angela burns 1 Willpower.
+ROLL/+DICE> Angela: Charisma + Performance vs. 4 -> 6 successes. (10 9 8 8 4 4 4 2 1)

---<Angela>---------------
Angela moves across the stage, placing her drink on a stool near the mic and picking up a guitar, fucking around as she tunes it, strumming a little before she steps up to the microphone.

"Good evening everyone! My name is Angela, this is Ingram." she motions back to him before returning to addressing the crowd, "A new friend of mine made a strange request to have us play together... " she points down to Cally, that crazed look on her face once again doing battle with her incredible beauty, before returning to address the club goers "So we're up here to perform one song for you tonight." she picks her drink up off the stool to sip before placing it back down.

"I'm sure you all know it...

Angela pauses, shifts her weight and strums the first few cords, they're instantly recognizable and most certainly easily followed, she purses her lips after the first little bit of the song and begins to sing.

I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on my pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember eeeeeeverthing....

The song continues to build along with her powerful voice as the room fills with the song. It sounds much like the Johnny Cash version given the tools at hand, but her voice brings out something otherworldly, absolutely making the Ninch Inch Nails classic her own.

---<Cally>---------------
Cally looks between the pair and can /feel/ the passion in the music and she closes her eyes a bit letting it take over as the words hit. Her body is moving to the piano tempo though, and if you have a keen sense of motion one might notice that. The words are nice but the power in Angelas voice is better. Cally is really enjoying herself.

---<Ingram>---------------
Ingram absolutely knows the song, and plays it beautifully. In his case, he puts a lot of feeling into the music, like the piano is expressing the numbness of the pain Angela is singing about. He even closes his eyes on occasion, fingers moving of their own volition, and just lets the music wash over him. Every one in awhile, he offers quiet harmony to her singing, and with his rich, resonant voice, it makes a great counterpoint to Angela's own. Between the pair of them, this is probably going to be the sort of thing that ends up circulating like crazy on social media, aided in part by the magic of spontaneous collaboration the internet so loves.

---<Angela>---------------
If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a waaay

"Thank you." The pink haired musician finishes with, smiling, motioning back towards Ingram, a twinkle, and actual tears in her eyes, she returns her attentions to the audience as she removes the guitar, placing it down and offering a wave before heading offstage to thunderous applause.

Angela did indeed come here with security, and they are suddenly very much involved in their job to keep people away from her, though Ingram is left to fend for himself.

---<Cally>---------------
The wild thing is no one has their phones out at forst. Lost in the purity of the moment everyone seems to be in a trance for a bit before they decide this needs to be shared. Cally just listens and lets the emotions wash over her as she makes a few mental notes to herself. When Ingram starts to sing color rises to her chek and that smile grows. Tonights a good night. Blinking and coming back to the now she watches as Angela finishes and is helped off the stage. Her eyes going to Ingram as she makes her way over to him. "That was he most beautiful... wow." She means it, though she is braced and ready for her due chewing out.

---<Ingram>---------------
There's a haunted, moved sort of look on Ingram's face, too, when Angela looks over at him. There's something sort of ruddy about his eyes, actually, like a blood vessel has broken in there or something. He moves his hand into his coat and pulls out a pair of black sunglasses, hastily putting them on as he makes his way off the stage. Fortunately, there's so much hubbub around Angela that probably most people don't even notice his little Fame 2 self, and that seems to strike Ingram as just fine. Although a few people definitely try to talk to him. He mostly bats them away as he heads back to Cally, shaking his head at her. "I should slap her," he says, but he's smiling. "I really should."

---<Angela>---------------
Angela grins back at Ingram and looks to be about to say something, the light tears causing a bit of black makeup to run slightly, then there's a crush of bodies that separate her from Cally and Ingram as her Security gets a little more physical and actually escorts her straight out of the place before things get crazy.

---<Cally>---------------
Cally catches things and heads to Ingrams side. "Slap /me/ you mean? If ao I choose on my ass... on my face would lead to biting and thats not nice." There is a tease but her gentle hand plays over his shoulder, squeezing lightly. "YOu have a beautiful voice, I would be honored to hear it again, maybe i can learn to sing and join you?" Eyes looking to Angela as her body guards... guard her. "Never gonna sound like that though." Admiration in her tone as she watches Angela swimming away in the crowd.