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Shiva // on the stage
Mar. 22nd, 2018 10:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taicharaTonight belonged to Shiva Silverstar. He howled into the mic and the audience roared; he strutted across the stage, and they went crazy.
From his perch, Diver Down's floor was a sea of strobing lights and smoke, shredded rainbows of fabric and ragged synthleather, a million tiny stars flashing from a sea of rhinestones.
He tossed a pick, then an earring, and watched the bodies converge --
A flash at the crowd's rear drew Shiva's eye. Tall and sleek, dark hair in a beaded tail, tipping chrome-plated shoulders, flash-flash-flash ...
That was the signal.
Time to kick the message up a notch.
From his perch, Diver Down's floor was a sea of strobing lights and smoke, shredded rainbows of fabric and ragged synthleather, a million tiny stars flashing from a sea of rhinestones.
He tossed a pick, then an earring, and watched the bodies converge --
A flash at the crowd's rear drew Shiva's eye. Tall and sleek, dark hair in a beaded tail, tipping chrome-plated shoulders, flash-flash-flash ...
That was the signal.
Time to kick the message up a notch.