Crowley is twitchy as hell as he waits, which is probably half the reason the emcee took over. The emcee also looked much too happy when given the name of the song, and Crowley's eyebrow considered offering another oblique threat, but he's really too busy just now. Justin Bieber kid has no chance against all these combined forces and more or less melts off the stage when his turn is done.
Crowley manages to get the microphone. He manages to get on the stage. He is painfully aware this is probably the single most awkward and embarassing thing he has ever done in six thousand years of existence, not even excepting that one time in Nigeria with the tamarinds and the crocodile and the paint.
He takes a breath and does it anyway. Simple song, really, only a few notes in use. And most people agree Nick Cave can't sing either, just mumbles musically, so Crowley should be able to manage so long as he sounds melancholic and poetic and serious and all those other things Crowley usually isn't. He likes Nick Cave, though, the guy has all sorts of spooky numbers and murder ballads.
This isn't one of them. Crowley has to change some of the lyrics, can't very well sing about not believing in the existance of angels when you used to bloody be one and are serenading (don't think about that) someone who still is. Not believing in the goodness of angels, though, that works. He changes all God's pronouns to She (which earns him extra points from the feminist twitter afficiando). Referencing Christ isn't hard, the poor bugger always did deserve better than he got, in life or after it, and if more angels did follow Christ's example Heaven would be a different place and a fuck of a lot better than it is...
It's all religious and reverent and some of the lines hit far too close to home and that's why he picked it, because he doesn't have words for any of this so he'd better steal someone else's, and if the song is more a prayer than a love song...well. Even a demon can have one, right? One prayer, a small one, let me have this, please, let us have this, we saved the world and I'm pretty sure that's what You wanted all along You ineffable bloody puppeteer please just let us have this.
He doesn't look at Aziraphale at all, not even from behind his shades, just in case this goes horribly wrong. He looks at the floor. He's always facing the angel, though. Usually is, wherever they are and whatever they're doing, like some heliotropic plant looking for the sun.
It's not a hard song and it's not a long one. When it's done he doesn't even hear the room's reaction, he couldn't care less. He tosses the microphone back to the emcee without looking and slinks back to their table.
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Date: 2019-09-06 10:12 pm (UTC)Crowley manages to get the microphone. He manages to get on the stage. He is painfully aware this is probably the single most awkward and embarassing thing he has ever done in six thousand years of existence, not even excepting that one time in Nigeria with the tamarinds and the crocodile and the paint.
He takes a breath and does it anyway. Simple song, really, only a few notes in use. And most people agree Nick Cave can't sing either, just mumbles musically, so Crowley should be able to manage so long as he sounds melancholic and poetic and serious and all those other things Crowley usually isn't. He likes Nick Cave, though, the guy has all sorts of spooky numbers and murder ballads.
This isn't one of them. Crowley has to change some of the lyrics, can't very well sing about not believing in the existance of angels when you used to bloody be one and are serenading (don't think about that) someone who still is. Not believing in the goodness of angels, though, that works. He changes all God's pronouns to She (which earns him extra points from the feminist twitter afficiando). Referencing Christ isn't hard, the poor bugger always did deserve better than he got, in life or after it, and if more angels did follow Christ's example Heaven would be a different place and a fuck of a lot better than it is...
It's all religious and reverent and some of the lines hit far too close to home and that's why he picked it, because he doesn't have words for any of this so he'd better steal someone else's, and if the song is more a prayer than a love song...well. Even a demon can have one, right? One prayer, a small one, let me have this, please, let us have this, we saved the world and I'm pretty sure that's what You wanted all along You ineffable bloody puppeteer please just let us have this.
He doesn't look at Aziraphale at all, not even from behind his shades, just in case this goes horribly wrong. He looks at the floor. He's always facing the angel, though. Usually is, wherever they are and whatever they're doing, like some heliotropic plant looking for the sun.
It's not a hard song and it's not a long one. When it's done he doesn't even hear the room's reaction, he couldn't care less. He tosses the microphone back to the emcee without looking and slinks back to their table.