An hour
into the rock concert, the atmosphere was frenetic. The band had just
finished playing a number called Save A Prayer and — having told their
raucous Parisian fans they loved them — they were launching into another
favourite, Kiss The Devil.
How
sickeningly ironic these song titles seem now. As the strobe lights
flashed, silhouetting the Eagles of Death Metal drummer Julian Dorio
raising his sticks and white-bearded guitarist Dave Catching thrashing
out a riff, a volley of cracks rang out — so loud they cut right through
the thrumming heavy metal music.
Many
among the hip young crowd whooped and cheered, thinking it must be some
zany pyrotechnical prank. Even when three men burst through the doors
brandishing semi-automatic weapons and bristling with magazines of
ammunition, some thought they were part of the spectacle.
Julian
Dorio instinctively knew better. Though partially blinded by the stage
lights, he cowered behind his drum kit. Two other band members also
hurled themselves to the floor. Yet the guitarist stood stock still
beside his microphone, as if paralysed by the enormity of the scene
unfolding below him.
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