ParanoiaAmplifiers

Feuer und wasser kommt nicht zusammen... It had been fifteen minutes when Richard returned with Till's phone and Ollie's missing messages. Where he stood outside the door with his weight shifted on one leg, Till shut the door behind him with a girl in his arm and a bottle of wine in his hand. "What the hell were you doing for ten minutes?" Richard glared, not only his patience drained but the color in his face. "That's.." "Shut up." Till shoved past him with the woman in his arms, moving quickly for the room where the others were. Richard followed at his heels quickly, not giving him a second's width once they got through the door. "Y

 Till really wanted to play Ich Tu Dir Weh. Who didn't? It was the band's favorite but it seemed Germany had all their laws in place. So they'd have to substitute for one of the older songs later...but as of yet, it seemed they'd just have to start with Waidmann's Hail... It was a typical concert, he preferred to stand in the back. The thousands of eyes doubled all stared at the six. He had mostly gotten past it after fifteen odd years, unfortunately it still came back at times. He hadn't been watching the news. None of them had. Well Richard had, but Richard was just worried. Had any of that been in the media? He'd paid that nice officer t

Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind wo das Meer zu Ende ist...hält sie zitternd seine Hand und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst... The water below him was thick like oil, the same kind of oil bought for him every performance for every shooting flame...was it water? He bent down in the darkness to inhale the scent, acrid, it burned his nose and throat. As he leaned back, coughing, his very breath ignited the flames surrounding him. It began with a strict line of hissing smoke surrounding train tracks before him, errupting into twisting flame. "Fuck-" He glanced back and forth, moving backwards, running in the opposite direction. The pani

 "I had work to do and instead we have to deal with this." Richard was fuming, and with good reason. Knowing how busy he kept himself, and how hard they'd been working, it was highly unlike any of them to be slacking off on the job or even causing such trouble. "It's his fault this happened." His voice lowered. At least everyone was alive. He paced on the waiting room tile, turning quickly to go down a hall, disappearing. "By the time he comes back, they'll probably be done..." Schneider watched the door stoicly, glancing at the clock every once in awhile. It seemed Flake and Till were always the one getting in trouble together. He glanced

 Paul and Ollie sat silently on the couch. Doom fiddled with the television. "The hook up isn't working tonight, where's that manual..." He growled, glaring at the television as he crouched with cords in hand. "Where's our bag of piss-" "What bag of-" "Where's Linde-chen?" Richard corrected himself, pronouncing his pet name dryly. "Fuck, did he and Flake just leave-" "Yep." Paul looked up dismally at him, looking through the said manual and tossing it at Christoph. * * * You're drinking another glass of wine and you're feeling even worse... "That's enough about it." Till slid the shot glass aside, leaning against the bar counter