He resumed his sneer and relieved his thumb from Eddie's chest, allowing for the Band of Awesome flyer to float to the floor. As he went to try the spot near the mic stand on for size, he realized that students were still staring at him because of his shameless entrance. The Daisuke that people were used to would've wilted at the first incoming glance, let alone choose to stand in front of a crowd. But that Daisuke was nowhere to be seen.
Icky thump, who'da thunk?
Sitting drunk on a wagon to Mexico
Ah well, what a chump
Well, my head got a bump
When I hit it on the radio
Redhead señorita looking dead
Came and said "Need a bed?" en Español
I said "Gimme a drink of water,
I'm gonna 'sing around the collar'
And I don't need a microphone"
Something unexpected would escape the redhead's lips as soon as he hit the verse. He made sure never to let anyone find out that he belted a tune regularly in the shower, or that he sang along with his computer. Even then, he was like a gem in the rough. No Enrico Caruso here, but he had a strong voice with a good ear and pitch. His English was also fluent, so there was no awkward pronunciation. These, together with his current...panache came together to turn Daisuke into quite the showman.
And he was definitely displaying some of that...showmanship; ripping his tie off, undoing a few buttons from his dress shirt, and sharing a few body waves with some girls in the front row during the guitar solo.
Icky thump with a lump in my throat
Grabbed my coat and I was freaking
I was ready to go
And I swear besides the hair she had one white eye,
One blank stare looking up, lying there
On the stand near her hand was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, something strange
La la-la la la-la, la la-la la laa laa laa~
Walking by an open door, most likely the origin of the blaring music, one platinum-haired, amber-eyed student stuck his head in to see who exactly was drowning out the PA system. Kazahara Masaki's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw that the school's acoustics were being hijacked by three guys in his class, especially since one of them barely spoke louder than 30dB (that of a whisper).
Whipping out his phone, Masaki snapped a few photos of the impromptu band members, taking care to snap clear shots of the redhead, especially capturing his less-than-tasteful deviation from the dress code. Going through his contact list, he attached one of the images and began composing a text to a newspaper editor. (Reasons for having this sort of person in his list, he wouldn't say.)
Pictures of UraSpace Technologies' heir letting loose and rocking out. Offer?
White Americans, what?
Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant, too
Who's using who? What should we do?
Well, you can't be a pimp and a prostitute too
Meanwhile, those two student council members gave up on trying to deal with the problem themselves, and chose instead to get a teacher's help. Bringing the only one currently at their desk, the two brought their backup with them. Just like the platinum-haired student earlier, Ms. Fusaku stared dumbfounded at what she saw.
She expected something like this from Eddie Rabbleshlack. In fact, as soon as she heard the first note booming through the hallways, she was almost certain that the one to have the gall for all of this was Eddie. Niko Renzo on the drums didn't really surprise her either, since the two seemed to be close. But Urahara Daisuke, the delicate "prince" of her homeroom class, the one whose voice she still wasn't used to hearing because he was so damn meek, made her almost want to throw her hands in the air and yell "Nope!" Even if this wasn't the usual Daisuke of her class, this one had the nerve and apathy to walk out on her lecture about extracurriculars.
And now here he was, losing himself into a microphone...and swaying and thrusting like a madman. Well, maybe the board would let his little scrap go with this...
Icky thump handcuffed to a bunk robbed blind
Looked around and there was nobody else
Left alone I hit myself with a stone
Went home and learned how to clean up after myself
By the end, Daisuke was subtly catching his breath, while beads of sweat dotted his forehead behind his fringe of crimson hair. Sure, summer was beginning, and he was moving around a bit more than he was used to. But never having done something quite like performing, Daisuke was only now getting over the high that came from rocking out. The excitement that he felt hearing Eddie's and Niko's wall of sound was nothing compared to this.
Wide eyed and a bit bewildered, Daisuke turned to the two of them, shrugged, and quipped.
"You do this kinda thing alot, then?"