After a couple minutes of being yelled by Lil for destroying her stupidly expensive eyeshadow pallet, Wren stumbled onto the stage. Her arm was still bandaged and she had put it into a sling so she wouldn't be tempted to move it around while performing. Luckily, Wren was just the singer and didn't have to worry about playing. "2 minutes to curtain assholes!"

Kyle picked up his bass and threw the strap on. "Wren, Freak Like Me?"

With a nod, Wren grabbed the mic and bobbed her head as Wes came roaring in on the guitar, the deep tones of the bass underscoring its brutality. Smirking, Wren dove into the music with no hesitation. Her voice rough, as if there were thorns addling her vocal cords.

"I'm on the train that's pullin the sick and twisted
Makin the most of the ride before we get arrested
We're all wasted
And we're not going home tonight!"

The crowd thundered with glee as she sang, the place with stocked with the usual suspected rejects of the Gotham elite, the grungy art students from the University, a few teenagers that snuck in with fact IDs. Wren swore she saw a couple socialites from the city select. Basically, the audience was made up of the ones who felt like freaks, felt like they were misunderstood, and thrived from said feeling. Before the next verse, she decided to rile up the crowd. "Are we going home folks!?"

There was a collective shout of boos and "No's." Laughing, she tore through their cries.

"Covered in black we lack the social graces
Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages
They can't tame us
So if you're one of us, get on the bus!"

Despite the mass of bandages on her arm, Wren gestured to the band as they joined in on the chorus.

"If you're a freak like me
Wave your flag!
If you're a freak like me
Get off your ass!
It's our time now
To let it all hang out
So shout if you're a freak like me"

All the stress of the past couple months seemed to come crashing down around her. There was something to be said about leaving all your problems on the stage. At long last, Wren felt the tension in her shoulders give, she was relaxed, she was in control. Smiling even wider, she threw herself into the performance.

"You were born to burn
This ain't no disease you don't need a cure!
It's our time now to come out!
If you're a freak like me!
If you're a freak like me!"

She howled and incorporated a bit of head banging. Placing the mic on the stand, Wren grabbed a lighter from her pocket and snatched a bottle of vodka on the table next to the stage. This was her favorite part. It was dangerous as fuck, but it gave her a hell of a thrill.

"We're underground but we will not surrender
We're gonna give them something to remember, yeah
So write your name in gasoline
And set that shit on fire!"

Wren took in a mouthful of vodka and spewed it across the empty stage, bringing the live flame in front of her mouth. Breathing fire, while her bandmates gave the flames and her a wide birth. Trick done, the singer grabbed her water bottle from its spot next to the mic, and cleared her mouth of the burning sensation of straight vodka.

"If you're a freak like me
Wave your flag!
If you're a freak like me
Get off your ass!
It's our time now
To let it all hang out"

Lil grinned over at the singer, glad to see that her friend was finally at ease. Wren wrenched the mic from the stand, she cried out.

"So shout if you're a freak like me
Don't apologize
They can't hold you down
You were born to rise!
It's our time now to come out!

If you're a freak like me"

Staring into the audience, Wren tore into the next verse, her vocal work on par with Batman's cord shredded voice.

"If you're a freak like me
Are you a freak like me?
Are you a freak, like, me?!"

Holding the last word, Wren did her best to pump her injured arm into the air with bursting the stitches. There was a bit of strain, but nothing popped. Stopping, she pulled a face at Kyle, Wes, and Lil.

"So shout if you're a freak like me
Don't apologize
They can't hold you down
You were born to rise!
It's our time now to come out!
If you're a freak like me! (if you're a freak)
If you're a freak like me! (are you a freak?)
If you're a freak like me! (if you're a freak like me)
If you're a freak like me!
If you're a freak like me!"

Taking a couple breaths, she swiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. The seemed less in numbers and not a wild now that the song had ended. Admittedly, Wren had a habit of going into her own world while she performed. It combated stage fright, and freezing up in front of an audience (even one that was made up of less than 100 people), was not something she needed. Canvasing the audience and taking in the energy. Wren was all vigor, but something caused her to faulter. A pair of glassy blue eyes caught her attention, they were manic, they were smiling, a bit of venom green hair swept into their line of vison. They bore into her, and Wren found herself rooted to the stage. "Wren?"

Wes grabbed her shoulder causing the singer to drop the mic, the feedback seemed to snap her out of her trance. Shaking her head, Wren looked back into the audience. No more glassy corpse eyes. Shivering, she pulled away from the bassist and walked off stage. Kyle ran after her "Wren!"

Ignoring him, she grabbed her stuff and made for the exit. "Wren?"

She didn't look up as she shoved her cellphone into her bag. "I gotta go Wes…"

"What!? We're in the middle of a gig! You can't just leave!"

Looking up, Wren raised an eyebrow "You were gonna do the gig without me anyway!"

"We knew you'd show up, common Wren… You can't just leave in the middle of a show. We've got an audience!"
She snorted "50 people isn't an audience Wes."

Wes stared at her "Wren, seriously what's wrong?"

Throwing on her jacket, she shook her head "I just don't feel well Wes, Lil was right."

Without another word, she turned her back on Wes.

(Author's Note: If you guys would like to listen to the proper song, lookup Freak Like Me by Halestorm, they're amazing. And my apologies for lack of updates, I only just got home from my two week solo trip in Germany)