crowd as the rest of Black Ark took up position. Even from here his blue eyes were distinctive and she could see them moving back and forth, searching, searching—until he saw her and a broad grin spread across his face.
“Good evening, Paris! We are Black Ark!” he yelled, winking towards Dianne who felt a surge of powerful emotions rising up from her abdomen. She whooped and yelled, but the reaction from the rest of the crowd was considerably more muted —they clearly had no idea who Black Ark were. She did have the pleasure of noting the response of the neanderthal blonde, who looked at her with faint disgust as though she had just revealed some mental deficiency.
Cam gave a laugh and small shrug at the crowd’s reaction and only now peeled his eyes away from Dianne, turning back to Tony and nodding him to count them in on the first song. This was one she hadn’t heard, with Tony striking up a big, throbbing drum noise that laid the rhythm for Dan’s low bass line, the sound filling Notre Dame easily and reminding her of something from an older Queens of the Stone Age track.
Above this, Cam began to play out his power riffs that lay alongside the pulsing swell of James’s keyboards. While Dianne still felt the most peculiar sensation between her thighs, as though she was going to climax again simply from seeing Cam up there on stage—a sensation that was not lessened in the slightest when Cam looked at her with those shining eyes of his—at the same time she had been expecting this. Rather than the chaos of emotion she had experienced at NightWorld, this time she could actually listen to them.
And they were good. Not perfect —she hated herself for a moment because she was so critical, but in truth she wanted to think with her brain and not her heart (or her pussy, for that matter). There was a slight slippage between Dan’s bass and the rest of the group, and occasionally even Cam’s fretwork was a little rusty, but she admired the sound that they were aiming for. The key was B major, and with the high but not too fast beat it gave their music an uplifting, happy atmosphere. As they played, the crowd began to react almost subconsciously, moving from apathy to slightly heightened anticipation as Cam came towards the mic.
“When I waited for you, I knew what I was doing,” he growled, his voice almost perfectly matching the major tones of his guitar playing. His style was largely effortless, only glancing down once towards the microphone stand to check his position, then leaning in with a graceful control to stare out towards the audience—his eyes scanning them all once again to bring them in before coming towards Dianne once more. “And when you entered my head, you knew what I needed.”
With these words, there was the merest hint of a snarl across his lips and Dianne felt herself opening up once more between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and dipped down ever so slightly, feeling stupid like a teenager all over again: in some respects, she was glad she wasn’t wearing knickers tonight —they would be soaking before barely half an hour had passed.
Cam now gazed across to Dan who, to Dianne’s slight surprise, was getting into the spirit of things, his hand flying across his bass guitar as his body shook in time to his and Tony’s rhythm, his eyes fixed on the singer as he came forward to the front of the stage. While the first lines of Cam’s song had been delivered to her —and to her alone, she just knew it—Dianne now appreciated that Black Ark were playing for their audience, bringing along the entire crowd who only a few moments before couldn’t have cared less for this unknown British group.
Building up to the chorus, Cam closed his eyes now, his right hand flashing across the pickups. “If I sing with you, will you sing with me? If I open my heart, will it have to be that I’ll lose myself in this endless sea? And if I wait for you, will you wait for me? Can you be the
“Good evening, Paris! We are Black Ark!” he yelled, winking towards Dianne who felt a surge of powerful emotions rising up from her abdomen. She whooped and yelled, but the reaction from the rest of the crowd was considerably more muted —they clearly had no idea who Black Ark were. She did have the pleasure of noting the response of the neanderthal blonde, who looked at her with faint disgust as though she had just revealed some mental deficiency.
Cam gave a laugh and small shrug at the crowd’s reaction and only now peeled his eyes away from Dianne, turning back to Tony and nodding him to count them in on the first song. This was one she hadn’t heard, with Tony striking up a big, throbbing drum noise that laid the rhythm for Dan’s low bass line, the sound filling Notre Dame easily and reminding her of something from an older Queens of the Stone Age track.
Above this, Cam began to play out his power riffs that lay alongside the pulsing swell of James’s keyboards. While Dianne still felt the most peculiar sensation between her thighs, as though she was going to climax again simply from seeing Cam up there on stage—a sensation that was not lessened in the slightest when Cam looked at her with those shining eyes of his—at the same time she had been expecting this. Rather than the chaos of emotion she had experienced at NightWorld, this time she could actually listen to them.
And they were good. Not perfect —she hated herself for a moment because she was so critical, but in truth she wanted to think with her brain and not her heart (or her pussy, for that matter). There was a slight slippage between Dan’s bass and the rest of the group, and occasionally even Cam’s fretwork was a little rusty, but she admired the sound that they were aiming for. The key was B major, and with the high but not too fast beat it gave their music an uplifting, happy atmosphere. As they played, the crowd began to react almost subconsciously, moving from apathy to slightly heightened anticipation as Cam came towards the mic.
“When I waited for you, I knew what I was doing,” he growled, his voice almost perfectly matching the major tones of his guitar playing. His style was largely effortless, only glancing down once towards the microphone stand to check his position, then leaning in with a graceful control to stare out towards the audience—his eyes scanning them all once again to bring them in before coming towards Dianne once more. “And when you entered my head, you knew what I needed.”
With these words, there was the merest hint of a snarl across his lips and Dianne felt herself opening up once more between her legs. She pressed her thighs together and dipped down ever so slightly, feeling stupid like a teenager all over again: in some respects, she was glad she wasn’t wearing knickers tonight —they would be soaking before barely half an hour had passed.
Cam now gazed across to Dan who, to Dianne’s slight surprise, was getting into the spirit of things, his hand flying across his bass guitar as his body shook in time to his and Tony’s rhythm, his eyes fixed on the singer as he came forward to the front of the stage. While the first lines of Cam’s song had been delivered to her —and to her alone, she just knew it—Dianne now appreciated that Black Ark were playing for their audience, bringing along the entire crowd who only a few moments before couldn’t have cared less for this unknown British group.
Building up to the chorus, Cam closed his eyes now, his right hand flashing across the pickups. “If I sing with you, will you sing with me? If I open my heart, will it have to be that I’ll lose myself in this endless sea? And if I wait for you, will you wait for me? Can you be the
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