Their songs would come and go, like unfinished thoughts, like representations of half done sentences, musing of lives, they were barely understood.
Fourth song, lively and deep and fast paced. One thing Cocoa noticed about the two band members was that they both played guitar and both sang. At seperate times, though. During one song, the blonde boy would be at the microphone, though this was usually for the darker selections, and at the next the wild, rocker girl would be singing. Her voice didn't match her attire. She sang the pop.
At the moment, actually, Bubblegum was singing, dancing around the stage like a little girl with a hairbrush and a radio turned up loud... An imaginary superstar. But she was real, in all her twists and turns and jumps.
Cocoa was probably drunk. She wasn't very good at being drunk. Still very aware of what she was doing... But it didn't seem as wrong as it might've, while she stood at the edge of a stage, surrounded by music fanatics.
Bubblegum wasn't drunk. Not at all. She was completely sober in all her insanity. And fully aware of the fact that she was winking at the girl in the front row. The one with the immaculate makeup and perfect hair.
There was a part in the song coming up where she had no lyrics and Sugar would take over the vocals for a moment or two. So, seeing her chance, she bent down and kissed the girl's forehead. Pointed to herself, them back to her, to the stage door, and held up two fingers. 'Me, you, outside, two minutes.'
There were soft, nearly unnoticable gasps flowing from the part of the audience who'd viewed her little display, but Bubblegum didn't care. More publicity, either way.
The performance would be over soon.