Aurin Glam Tour
(( Asper Synthstar is the property of @awkwardtimezone! Myym Trugale is my baby! ))
Myym sat down at the table with his client, tail neatly wrapped around the chair's leg as he casually leaned on an elbow, hand curled under his chin. Coy smile already trained to his face, he was listening intently with delicate ears swiveled forward. His gown screamed high class and rich, as did his bracelets and rings that shimmered against his unblemished blue skin. Light blue hair that always had the perfect wind swept look was done up in a cute pompadour that framed bright sapphire eyes. He was blue from ear tip to tail tip, and that was the allure.
The bar scene was bustling behind him, as his focus was meant to be on the man chatting him up as he waited out his time. However, an itch at the back of his mind kept him in a slightly less pleasant mood, as this was some sort of mission rather than a pleasure boat cruise. Sadly, when the Blackhoods come to you with a request, it is very unwise to tell them no, and when your friend asks you for a solid you do him the solid. So here he was, schmoozing at a concert hall--or the remnants of one--while he awaited the arrival of the rock legend. The small device he wore, the lapel for working the stage, kept recording as he all but ignored the man trying desperately to get his chron number.
Movement from the side and a very scruffy mess of hair bouncing into view gave Myym pause as he held up a hand to his table mate. He gave a slight awkward laugh and slid down from his chair gliding over to Asper with the full grace of a dancer. Stopping the other, he held his hands out with the indignation of a person trying to avoid the blame for a head-on collision. Myym huffed. Torn shirt, missing sleeves and the entire sides of the top, ripped pants, and an assortment of rather sharp accents made Asper look like a complete hooligan.
Asper took a moment to look over Myym with a charming smirk that morphed into a deep frown when he realized it was just Myym. He snorted. "What...are you wearing?"
Myym let out a soft gasp and then grit his teeth to calm himself. "How about a full outfit, for starters. You look like you fought a pair of scissors and lost-- Are those...spikes?"
"Dude, it's called fashion."
"It's called--I don't think you understand what you've been asked to do! Look, Blackhoods or not, we are singers, not agents!" Myym was trying not to yell, but his whispers occasionally squeaked.
"Just set me up on stage. I've got this..." Asper gave Myym a winning smile and finger guns.
"You've got this..." Flat toned and defeated, Myym placed a hand to his face.
"Yeah... I've got this."
Myym stared hard at Asper as he debated on the likelihood of escaping this job, but put a hand to his temple and sighed heavily. Brushing past him, his tail tip thrashed behind him as he moved to the stage. Breathe, things were going to be okay. Asper was at least briefed on the Blackhoods plan, he was sure of it. Why else would he be so cool, calm, and collected. Stepping up to the mic, he did the best introduction he could for the other Aurin as he gave way for their glamorous entrance.
Smoke rose and the silhouette strutting into view before Asper claimed center stage, giving the crowd a winning smile. Lights flashed, and the stage was set for an amazing show as the hall lights dimmed and spectators raced to the stage. Myym huffed and found himself a nice spot off to the side of the stage in a corner, but realized too quickly that he was just below a speaker as the music started to play. Flattening his ears against his hair, he watched as young female and male humans, aurin, draken, and all other manner of space riff raff flocked to the Glam Rock Aurin's performance.
The soft entrance was something that Myym was not expecting at all, as Asper sang sweetly into the mic. His emotion played the crowd as the pre-recorded background vocals seemed to rise and fall eerily perfect. The lyrics were familiar, but Myym couldn't quite place it as Asper continued through the intro. It was clear this boy had some serious vocal control and training. There was a reason that he had the fans in an uproar, and Myym was starting to realize that he made a mistake with his previous worry.
"Open your eyes.. Look up to the skies and see..." Myym let his ears swivel and he relaxed as he listened to the lyrics. They were something else, and definitely not what he expected out of either the Blackhoods or Asper. Then again, he knew the other's ability to really lead a crowd and it always impressed Myym. "Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me... Too me."
"Mama.. Just killed a man... Put a gun against his head." Myym perked his ears up at that, and furrowed his brow. This was a bit more forward than what he was expecting. He thought the silent code was much more silent than this. Puzzling over the situation, he moved to lean against the back wall to watch. The good news was at least Asper was a good stage act. Settling back and watching as the performing aurin shimmered in the mist with glitter and stage makeup covering his face and arms, the blue aurin admired Asper's voice.
Myym took stock of his surroundings as he listened to the song. The walls were all lined with plants, something he really had to appreciate from this broken venue. The acoustics were amazing as well, not something he was expecting when he'd taken the invitation to this little underground rock concert. It seemed that they were expecting to have various musically-inclined guests and had thought to arrange things to really bring out the stage. The over abundance of red clashed with his aesthetic, but then it was only a minor complaint.
"...Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth." The sudden vocals hit him in the heart as Asper let his singing rise to the emotional occasion. The crowd was singing along, so this wasn't a new song. Myym was right in his vague recognition. Some Exile propaganda, though he was really moved at how Asper sold the lyrics, "Mama! Ooooh oooooh. I don't wanna die... Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all..."
Asper took hold of the mic stand as the guitar riffs played out and he followed them in a perfect air guitar. Myym was in awe at his performance, that was until movement caught his attention. People were moving and it wasn't clear what their intention was, nor their allegiance. Zoning in, they slowly made advances towards a specific table and it dawned on him just what Asper's singing was directing. He looked back to the stage as the guitar solo was over and Asper was back to singing. Blissfully unaware.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man..." Myym gasped softly as the lyrics were too clear and he knew it was time to find a place to hide. The song itself was reaching a peak that seemed to draw in his breath to soft short gasps as his heart was racing for what seemed like no reason. Eyes wide, he moved as quickly as he could manage without raising attention to his location as he sank to a table next to the stage, opposite of the now-obvious target of the moving silent figures. Myym kept it together, barely.
Was this a hit? Were Asper and Myym now hitmen for the Blackhoods? He couldn’t let this stain his reputation, he was just starting to get his singing career in place! What sort of jobs were they starting to take, and why was he trying to drag Myym into the fray? There were so many questions as Myym tried to make his hiding spot smaller and less accessible for when shit hit the fan. They were singers, not hitmen. Maybe he was just overreacting. Maybe the guy was just not paying his tab, and the bouncers were coming to collect.
The music hit a strange section that had Myym looking over to Asper as he started a chorus with several voice recordings. They were clearly arguing with each other on stage as Asper simply dictated each entrance with a open hand, a pointed finger, or a clenched fist. He was really getting into this role and Myym had to give him props for the emotion! Though it quickly escalated as the figures were finally in position and the music hit the peak Myym had been expecting…
There was a dramatic guitar riff and Asper rang out over the mic after some expert air guitar. "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?! So you think you can love me and leave me to die?!"
The gun fire rang over the music and the screaming quickly drew the attention of the guards that had been quite entertained by the blond Aurin on stage! It was quick as all hell broke loose within the small venue. There was running, screaming, over-turned tables, more gunshots, and suddenly Myym was hoisted from his hiding spot under the table. It wasn't until he was being carried away that he even realized he'd been one of the loudest screaming from the gun fire. Taking another deep breath, he belted out yet another loud and dramatic scream still being carted off to Weave knew where.
Crying, that was something Myym hadn't done in a while. He was a sobbing mess in Asper's arms as the male did his best to carry off the damsel in distress. Bridal style, Myym was leaning back as he dramatically tossed his hair at the predicament and did nothing to help Asper from almost dropping him twice. He was being kidnapped. Goodbye, world. I guess that trip to Lopp Springs was never going to happen!
There was yelling, but it took a bit for the sobbing queen to get a handle on himself and listen to Asper’s pleading. "Can you run? You're really heavy!"
Myym was horrified. He was on a strict diet, and these heels were custom-made. There was no way he was running in these shoes! Quickly grabbing his heels and slipping them off, he was expertly dropped to his feet which were already willing to run alongside Asper. Ears flat back, he hoisted up the hem of his dress and ran along screaming as they rounded the hallway. The blond aurin sent shots down the corridor they had just come from with a quick duck and yelp as shots were quickly returned. Myym hadn't signed up for any of this. He was already rehearsing the very angry letter he'd be writing to the manager.
A gunshot whizzed past bringing Myym back to the present which kick started another round of sobbing and screaming from the both of them. The two aurin collided around a corner and almost ran up the side with their speed. Asper pointed ahead trying to scream louder than Myym's screeching, "If we can just make the docking bay...! Can't you run any faster?!"
Up ahead was freedom. So close, but slowly fading. The door to the docking bay was closing, and Myym saw his life flashing before his eyes. It was a good life, filled with a lot of good parties and good food. He had missed out on that loaded hotdog, and he wished that he had eaten more hamburgers. There was that one time he missed the chance to get that fabulous looking ring. He didn’t want to die. There was too much good food, expensive drink, and Ryska crossed his mind as his heart dropped. This was it, he could see the golden light as it sped him faster towards his end. He could feel death wrapping their arms around his waist and carrying him away.
The sudden snap back to reality had Myym tumbling head over heels as he smashed into the elevator wall. Asper was panting, but otherwise seemed just fine. He was already working on punching in code to his datachron, getting the ship set so they could escape. "Dude, I don't think I've ever pulled someone along before! That was rad!"
Asper did a little victory dance near Myym’s head as the two were transported to the ship via elevator pulley. “Man Maza’am owes me bigtime for this… I thought it would be an easy job, right? Go in, sing, leave with fans. No one told me about the shootings! I was pretty amazing though…”
Myym was crumpled on the floor, his blue Angora tail fluffed up three times its normal size. Turned out Asper really had no idea. At least they were both still alive.
Spellslingers...
