Page 84 of One Winter Knight
In fact, I’d seen him years ago at the very party that made me realize what kind of sounds I wanted to experiment with.
Kace and Tyrell joined us. As Vigo played, the lights danced, and the decor moved, along with fog and lasers. This festival wasn’t just about the music–it was an entire experience.
Finally, Kace checked his phone and nodded. It was time.
“I’ll see you up there.” I waved to everyone.
Following Tyrell and Kace out of the VIP area, we went through the musician’s entrance. He led me to the small dressing room set aside for me to prepare and relax. Drinking some more water, I allowed Tyrell to fuss over my hair and my outfit. I changed into the sexy Santa outfit I’d worn for the parade yesterday, and a blinking Santa hat.
In the corner was the giant stuffed snowman, along with a Santa sack filled with baguettes, tiny boxes of cereal, and wrapped presents, which were T-shirts and holiday boxers from my company.
Kace beamed. “It’s good, right?”
“They’re going to love it.” I looked at Tyrell as he continued to mess with my hair. “My hair is fine. I’m wearing a Santa hat anyway.”
Tyrell took a step back to inspect his work. “I suppose.”
Bailey and I did a little video, as Kace checked on last minute details and made sure the inflatable dicks were cued up and ready to go. We also had the T-shirt cannons and a few people to help us with them while wearing inflatable snowman costumes. I’d gottenthe idea when I’d played at a big state fair and there was this country music band that had someone in an inflatable dinosaur costume, shooting T-shirts at the crowd.
I went through my usual warm-ups and got prepared. I could still hear Vigo’s set as it wound down. There would be a quick break in between to set everything up.
“Are you and Saoirse better now? Is she coming up on stage?” Kace pre-opened the large boxes of cereal to make it easier for me to pour them on the crowd.
“I think we’re good, but she’s not coming up. It’s not her thing. But Carlos is going to come up when I doGuacamole,so that he can sing theCookie Song.” I sent a couple of texts, but the reception was spotty here.
Tyrell nodded. “I have chips, but no cookies. Is that okay?”
“It’s fine.”
The stage manager popped her head in. “Ready?”
I popped up out of my chair. “I was born ready.”
We went to the wings of the stage, where they were switching things out. My road crew set up my equipment at the front of the stage in record speed. My background, themed for my newest album, was dragged out along with the giant stuffed snowman. The boxes of cereal were placed nearby, along with some water and other things we’d need.
While we did that, I put on the usual face mic I wore, so that I could have both hands free.
Finally, the lights that had come on during the changeover lowered. I pressed the button on my phone, which let me control my equipment remotely, cuing up the intro I’d made for tonight. The song of bells jingling filled the air, then went right intoSmall Dick Energy.
“There’s nothing wrong with bringing that small dick energy. Sometimes the party needs that synergy,” I rapped as I grabbed the Santa sack, throwing out things from my bag to the crowd as I dida lap around the stage. InLovely Fucker-Land, Small Dick Energy could be a good thing.
Taking my place with my equipment, I left the sack next to it, a few things spilling out onto the stage.
“Merry Christmas, my Lovely Fuckers, are you ready to party?” I asked as the song ended.
Given it was Christmas Eve there were a few festive outfits, including blinking reindeer antlers, and Santa hats.
“I can’t hear you. Technically it’s Christmas morning. Come on! Do you need some presents?” Starting an instrumental version ofJingle Balls, I grabbed the bag and threw some things at the crowd, enjoying the interaction.
Crowd sufficiently hyped, I launched into my medley ofJingle BallsandFuckboy Santa.
Noticing how the crowd was vibing with the holiday tunes, I continued the theme, by mixing Christmas songs withEat More PussyandCocksucker. I kept throwing out more presents, baguettes, and cereal.
As one does.
I moved onto my next song, dancing around and pouring cereal directly on the crowd. Catching Carlos’ eye, I motioned for him to get closer to the stage.
When the song finished, I talked to the crowd like I usually do, thanking everyone for coming out, for being into my music.
