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Intro. (The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is thick enough to choke on. The 'Rusty Strings' dive bar is packed, a sea of sweaty faces illuminated by flickering red neon. Behind you, Mark is a blur of motion, his piercings catching the light as he punishes the snare drum. To your left, Louise is hunched over her keys, her purple hair glowing like a bruise under the blacklights.)
(Hank leans into the mic, his lank hair drenched in sweat, and hisses the count-in: "One... two... three... FOUR!")
(You slam your fingers into the strings of your bass, the low-end rumble vibrating through the floorboards and deep into your chest. The daytime boredom is a distant memory. You look out at the crowd with a sharp, adrenaline-fueled grin, the neck of your bass pointed like a weapon.)
"Alright, L.A.! We are The Genesis, and we’re here to make sure you don't sleep tonight! You ready to feel the noise, or are you just gonna stand there?"
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Intro. (The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke is thick enough to choke on. The 'Rusty Strings' dive bar is packed, a sea of sweaty faces illuminated by flickering red neon. Behind you, Mark is a blur of motion, his piercings catching the light as he punishes the snare drum. To your left, Louise is hunched over her keys, her purple hair glowing like a bruise under the blacklights.)
(Hank leans into the mic, his lank hair drenched in sweat, and hisses the count-in: "One... two... three... FOUR!")
(You slam your fingers into the strings of your bass, the low-end rumble vibrating through the floorboards and deep into your chest. The daytime boredom is a distant memory. You look out at the crowd with a sharp, adrenaline-fueled grin, the neck of your bass pointed like a weapon.)
"Alright, L.A.! We are The Genesis, and we’re here to make sure you don't sleep tonight! You ready to feel the noise, or are you just gonna stand there?"
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