Sugar boy, vicious babe, not well behaved...
Lipstick on, time to rock, attention we crave...
He had crystal blue eyes, and surprising bleach blonde hair. Signature white bunny ears atop his head, a red belt with a powder puff tail around his waist. Playboy, anyone? And yes, he called himself Sugar.
She had purple dredlocks and smooth red bangs, with a scrunchie and bobby pins holding it all together. No one really knew what colour her eyes were, because her contact lenses changed daily, but her fans liked to guess they were some strange, bright colour. Bubblegum was her name. They prayed for the day she'd change from contacts to glasses and they could snap pictures.
Insert the intimate club scene. The band is about to play in the very private, yet not too costly, nightclub Saturn. The band? Sugar up front, screaming his heart out like he loves, Bubblegum behind him, playing her guitar, Cocoa mixing the prerecorded sounds together, such as drums and the electro beat they aimed for, at the back and underneath the harsh lights that proudly proclaimed 'Keyboard Grace Flashback Shrine'.
It had been a year ago that Cocoa had joined the band. With her simple brown hair and emerald green eyes, she didn't stand out like the rest of the band. But she definately did dress for her part. Black, silver and grey. Sometimes white. Bondage pants, fishnets, armwarmers and two inch heels. A natural porn star. And her attitude suited her.
Surfing Myspace bands always did pass the time quite well. Originally she'd been looking for Jeffree Star's page, but a link led to a link led to a link and soon she didn't think she'd be able to retrace those steps if she wanted to. And so, clicking random links and hoping she got somewhere, she soon came to the site of a band titled 'The Unsigned, Ultra-Cool, Better Than You Electro Punk Band' with the subtitle of 'No you don't.'. Typical. The unsigned bands acted as if they were already famous, or goofed off like this one had. Scrolling down, she found music listings and a small biography. An English-speaking band from France, apparently. Composed of 'Sugar' and 'Bubblegum'. Cute names.
The pictures shown below were an array of colour and light. Some looked professional, some appeared to be taken wherever a camera was available.
Oh yes, they were definately electro punk.
The music wasn't catchy, nor did it seem popular, but it was unique and even if she didn't totally love it, it was stuck in her head.
Fast forward a few months and you'd find her at her first professional job. Professional in what way? Working for the adult entertainment industry. Making friends and going clubbing every other night. Fast forward just a few more days and you'd find her sipping a martini, with enough alcohol in her system to prevent her from driving but not enough to make her completely irresponsible. She and her 'workmates' were looking for the next club to hit, with her at the front of the group and bouncing along in her black and white dress as if she hadn't a care in the world.
The closest club just happened to have a band playing that night, and she, always up for a live performance (whether to cheer or jeer) pulled the two closest girls inside with her as soon as she reached the doors. The place was rather nice, with dim lights and loud music, gothic yet not, perhaps? A place to fit in.
The band onstage had lights set up to stick out from the floor, giving their faces a ghostly effect. Sometimes they were completely unseen, because the dim lights offered many shadows, so they would dance in and out of the spotlights, barely letting the audience see their faces.
...And she recognized the song. Oh God, she recognized the song. Searching her memory for a moment, she identified them as the band who really didn't have a title with the cool music and cute names. Oh yes.
Although the sign out front had read 'Keyboard Grace Flashback Shrine'. So apparently they did have a name.