The Boards, Sunday Afternoon, Same Time As The Wedding, The Writers Aren't Paid Enough To Care

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, was performing today.

A one-show-only, come-one-come-all affair. And, really, people wanted to come to his shows. After all, they only happened once in a blue moon in these parts, and tonight's was practically a gala event.

Tonight's performance was a concert to raise funds for a worthy cause. And when Jono did a benefit concert in aid of the starving children of Madripoor, he made bloody well certain that it was a show worth seeing. Jono was, after all, one of the world's most famous philanthropists.

There were caged doves. For peace on earth. That was important, you know.

[Open concert is open!]

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Arrive/Mingle!

[furnaceface]

There are hors d'ouvres. You know it's going to be an excellent concert for CHARITY when there are hors d'ouvres. All good high profile charity rock concerts have them. And convenient curtains for ducking behind to plot nefarious plots, and all of that stuff.

It's important.

Oh, and there are probably places to sit, too.

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[trigons_child]

As if Raven would miss the red carpet. She arrived decked out in a Versace evening gown (who cared if it was the middle of the day). She'd built an amazing amount of wealth using her powers to feed other's desires, and she wasn't afraid to show it off.

Re: Arrive/Mingle!

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

Deadhead Hank arrived in a tie-dye t-shirt and torn jeans, without a donation. It was okay, though, because Rich Philanthropist Hank, wearing an exquisitely tailored tuxedo, had enough money to cover the both of them.

"Freebird!" shouted Deadhead Hank. "Freebird!!!"

Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Also, there were a number of backtage passes handed out at the door.

To the pretty people.

Do with them what you will. Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, is going to be in his dressing room until the start of the show.

Re: Backstage!

[life_inshadow]

Tara was so happy! She wasn't pregnant, she just had cancer, and cancer was way easier to act out. Plus, this was a concert scene, which was kind of like being in a music video, and Tara totally knew how to do that. You didn't even have to remember any lines!

She posed provocatively against a backstage wall, sipping a water and waiting for the show to begin.

Re: Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, needed to leave his dressing room.

For what, the writers didn't bother to figure out. Probably a bottle of water or some spangles or something. Not that he wore spangles for this sort of show. Spangles were more for the Freddie Mercury memorial concerts that he held earlier in the month. As you do.

In any case, he'd left the dressing room for something, and was well on his way to wherever he was going when he spotted the lovely lady on the wall.

"Well hello." My, she only had water? Clearly, this vision of beauty didn't know where to find the good stuff. "Are you lost, luv?"

Re: Backstage!

[life_inshadow]

"I" -- crap, she didn't know she had a speaking part for this scene, much less one opposite Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke.

Tara looked flummoxed for a moment before deciding to tap into the sincerity that had made her second runner up in the Miss Ocean View 2008 competition.

"I wanted to come back here and say hello," she said flatly. "It is nice that you are doing a concert for peace. Peace is very important for our children."

Re: Backstage!

[furnaceface]

"And for Madripoor's," Jonothon said smoothly. One didn't need acting ability when one had a British accent and tight leather pants. "I don't believe we've met."

Why yes, yes he was taking her hand and placing a gentle kiss on the backs of her fingers.

This was his favourite part of these episodes.

Re: Backstage!

[trigons_child]

Raven got a backstage pass, of course. If she hadn't been given one, she simply would have made the person handing them out desire her so much that he or she would want to do anything for her, including giving her the pass.

She couldn't pass up the opportunity. Rock stars were such addicts to decadence, and ridiculously wealthy ones had so much money to pay her to fulfill their needs.

Knocking was for other people. She opened up the dressing room door to invite herself in.

Re: Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, looked up from where he was busily fixing his hair.

What else did you suppose rock stars did when they were backstage?

Ignore the cup of espresso nearby, or the plate of sushi sitting next to that. Jonothon was addicted to decadence, and if he couldn't get his hands on sushi before the show, nobody could.

"... Excuse me? This room is... private."

Either he really didn't mind that she was there, or he was a lousy actor, though.

Re: Backstage!

[trigons_child]

Raven shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. "Of course it is," she said. "You do not want to be seen indulging in such luxuries right before a benefit for starving children, do you? It would send such a mixed message."

She glided forward, reaching for a piece of the sushi for herself.

Re: Backstage!

[furnaceface]

And Jonothon, who could afford much more sushi than that, simply raised an eyebrow, allowing her to indulge. In that one piece.

The first hit was free, Raven.

"Did somebody send you? You aren't from the press, are you?"

That would be just dastardly.

Re: Backstage!

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"Stop stealing my eyeliner!" a voice screeched, and Surreal stomped out of her dressing room, waving a broken liquid eyeliner bottle at Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke. "If you want a back-up dancer (http://youtu.be/JAfPCHKcusQ) as famous as I am, you cannot use my eyeliner!"

"Or my sequined butterfly top!" Yes, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, Surreal of the SaDiablos knew perfectly well why her corsets kept getting a little large in the top.

Re: Backstage!

[furnaceface]

Oh, please. He wore both better than you ever would, Surreal.

"Pardon me, luv? If I recall correctly, that eyeliner came out of my pocket in the first place. Or have you forgotten so soon? The way I took you in? Gave you a respectable career dancing for real audiences instead of the two-bit screaming teenagers that those other acts attract?"

He wasn't denying the butterfly top, however. It made him feel pretty.

Re: Backstage!

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"If I recall, you would not have gotten the Best Music Video award three years running if not for me," she hissed, flipping her hair. "So don't act as if you've given me everything."

"I also know what happened in Thailand, remember?"

The Concert!

[furnaceface]

True to his word, Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, made certain that this was a performance not to be forgotten.

Even if he only had time to perform a line or two from either of his two songs between important developments elsewhere. That was just how rock concerts worked, get over it.

It was worth the price of admission because halfway through the show, he pulled off his shirt. Plus there were doves.

Re: The Concert!

[i-am-the-rat.livejournal.com]

There were doves!!! "FREEBIRDS!!!" Deadhead Hank shouted, pointing at them. "Freebirds!!!"

Afterwards!

[furnaceface]

Try to fight your way backstage if you didn't have a backstage pass, or talk about the concert, or plot and scheme, or whatever it is that you're inclined to do in the usual confusion after a high-profile rock charity feed-the-hungry-children peace on earth and let's raise funds to cure AMNEESHIA benefit concert gala.

... Thingie.

Re: Afterwards!

[life_inshadow]

After the totally amazing and life-changing concert -- Tara would never think about either doves or the starving children of Madripoor quite the same way again -- she went back and slipped into his dressing room.

She also might have slipped out of her shirt.

And helped herself to anything alcoholic or narcotic she found lying around.

She was a girl who liked to make herself comfortable. Besides, she was pretty sure all of this was going to get edited out.

Re: Afterwards!

[furnaceface]

And after the show, naturally, Jonothon was shirtless as well, his chest already glistening with a thin layer of manly sweat, put there as if misted on delicately by the spray bottle of the gods.

Or Wardrobe.

"Ah, so you... did remember my... invitation."

And she'd found his alcohol. A woman after his own heart.

Re: Afterwards!

[life_inshadow]

"Like I said," Tara said, "I don't like to disappoint a handsome man."

She ran a finger down from her collarbone to her navel, over the lace of her bra.

"Hope you don't mind me ... making myself at home."

Re: Afterwards! ... later that evening

[trigons_child]

Raven enjoyed the concert and the energy of the screaming fans. But even more she enjoyed the anticipation of waiting until dark to meet Jonothon backstage again. This was going to lead to an arrangement that would make her richer than she could possibly imagine.

She'd changed into something a little more comfortable (despite not seeming to have left the theater at all) and made her way back to Jonothon's dressing room.

Re: Afterwards! ... later that evening

[furnaceface]

Jonothon, of course, was waiting for her, his shirt only half buttoned as he leaned back against the far wall of his dressing room, hands in his pockets, smile on his beautiful, pouty lips.

"You came back."

Re: Afterwards! ... later that evening

[trigons_child]

"Of course I did," Raven said. She wore a light wrap around her bare shoulders, and she pulled this slowly off now, throwing it to the floor behind her.

"I have never failed to satisfy with my gifts," she said. "Tonight will be no exception. You have my payment?"

OOC

[furnaceface]

I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

But feel free to run rampant and cause madness all over the place. I love madness!