Ruhe kept coming, and not just for free drinks! He showed up fiddle in hand, shared some fistbumps with the patrons, and got one at the bar to get the evening going before he hopped on the stage and started plugging up.

It was Koseki's second visit, but this time he was here for pleasure. The drum kit in the venue wasn't much, but it would do. Better than he could pull together at short notice anyway. He grabbed a couple of cups of sake on the way up to the stage.

"Moto-san! How's it going? You're like the miai superstar. Must be the power of Metal..." With a grin he stepped up onto the stage and handed him a cup.

"It's nothing but the power of metal! Come over here, mate! Have been looking forward to jamming with you and we're just getting started here, so you couldn't have come at a better time!" Ruhe grinned widely, grabbed the cup and offered the emptied hand to shake it with Koseki, then looked around for movable boxes and stools to improvise a percussion for his Firefly buddy.

"No compromises tonight, haha! We whip and we slay!"

Giving the offered hand a firm shake he started messing around organising the percussion. It was an eclectic assortment, but still better than most of his gear.

"So what have you been up to my friend? Looks like you're gonna have the pick of the bunch. Any favourites yet?" He took a mouthful of sake and started a few test beats.

"Miai stuff, music stuff! Let's focus on music though. We ain't gonna play favourites, we'll make them love some of ours. Your top three, mate?" Ruhe grinned, nodding approvingly at the collected assortment of sound-producing utensils. He attached some mini-mics in their proximity.

"Heh, I like the sound of that. My top three to listen to, or my top three that I can actually play well, because there's like zero overlap between them buddy." He chuckled and took another deep sip of the liquid.

"Nice work today by the way. You're really showing this world what a Moto can do." Koseki spun his sticks a few times. "Okay, fuck it. It's an oldie but a goodie." With a grin he launched into a song:

Enter Yume-do

Oh, it was black honey poured on Ruhe's deep purple heart. He immediately jumped in with the characteristic chainsaw-like riff on the fiddle that through ascending repetition was building up for the vocals, that came sharp, gritty, just on the verge of high notes and growl.



And for the refrain, he glanced at Koseki so that they tick in together.

It didn't take much persuading to join in, although he was definitely singing like a drummer:


The fiddle and drums worked together perfectly. It felt as though they had done this before.

Ruhe joined Koseki for the refrain on cue, and repeated the main musical theme before jumping to the second stanza. His hair were loose, tossed over his face, and his voice turned more insidious, wormtonguish.

Quote:

Somethings wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't good foresight
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of Fu Leng's green fire
And his filth that will bite, yeah

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your futon tight

And Koseki, as well as their audience, were set up for singing the refrain as Ruhe turned his mic to them!

Well he couldn't resist belting out the chorus while also smashing out some rich beats!



Turning to look at Ruhe he stuck his tongue out and laid down a fast drum solo that set the Moto up for the main event...