Z's Mini Concerts

Song #4: “XO XO Gossip Girl (Remix)” - by Brekksit

~colors: EARTH TONES AND NATURE GREENS
~backup dancers: country/line/square dancing like in Footloose
~meal portion offered: mini smoothies; in shot glasses, each with a long toothpick speared through sliced fresh fruits, brought directly from her family’s main farm’s latest harvest

Her bandmates were sliding off their gloves before starting the first instrumental part.
She slid off her gloves, picked her mic back up, and began.
Now they were all barefoot, and their hands exposed, and probably the whole audience was realizing this concert doubled as a very slow strip-tease.

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~Song-start to 0:14: Now played a couple short clips of her riding horses on her vast Soliara III ranch, her bright pink-orange hair like a cape in the breeze while each horse she was on galloped into it, their galloping synchronized to the starting tempo of this latest song. Her family’s property there was gorgeous; pristine farmland, a fantasy-level snow-capped mountain-range on one horizon, and a glittering blue ocean out past the beach near the other, with a couple of that world’s four colorful moons in view over it all.

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~0:16: screen shows her stretch-limo’ entering a clean big modern city
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~From 0:19 to 0:27: During “boots on the ground-”, putting on her cowgirl hat of white with inlaid gold swirls like ivy all over it, stepping out of the high-end taxi-like short-limo, cowgirl boots stepping to the beat.
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“skyscrapers high-” briefly shows towering ones, dozens to hundreds of stories tall, and then how her lips part as she looks up at one of them
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“-but I don’t back down” -now showing her closing her mouth and looking determined to enter it and get to business
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0:31: “with a yeehaw-grin, I wear my crown” -shows her now in a very fancy skyscraper lobby, cowgirl-hat still on, a long marble receptionists’ desk to one side, and good-looking businesspeople walking here and there, she starting to grin as she clearly pictures being with them
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“latte’s in one hand, lasso in the other” -shows her accepting a coffee cup from a cute barista in that skyscraper’s ground-level coffee/tea shop, then shows a spool of soft colorful bondage rope held in her other hand, and some of the businessmen noticing, starting to grin, their eyes meeting hers across the lobby she has just walked back into

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~0:49: Every time the song reached the “X-O X-O” chorus, the floor-based and ceiling-based colored spot-lights turned on to form crossing light lines, making giant X’s of light behind her band. The O’s were formed by entire rings of lights which were anchored in a big circle around the entire stage, as well as around the screen on the back wall.
For every “X”, the dancers crossed their arms like Japanese do to signal “no entry”,
and for every “O”, the dancers made that letter with their arms up, fingertips touching overhead,
and for every “swirl”, the female dancers lowered down (crouched) while spinning themselves around in a circle, whipping their ponytails/hairstyles in doing so.
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Meanwhile, on the screen above N.E.Z., every “X” lyric was sync’ed to a quick clip of Z kissing someone on the lips or cheek, or someone kissing the back of one of her hands during an introduction,
and every “O” lyric was sync’ed to an equally split-second clip of her warmly hugging someone, whether in boardrooms or out on the sidewalks.

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0:56: “click clack boots” -screen shows just her smooth long legs upright, boots on, she moving her legs together to tap those boots together above her, perhaps making the audience wonder if this implies she is on her back on a bed, about to leglock a lover

1:04-1:18: numerous back-to-back clips of her strutting to the beat, on the nice sidewalks of many well-known New Eden cities, always in her matching white-and-gold cowgirl boots, cowgirl hat, feminine business jacket, micro skirt, and revealing blouse, smiling, waving, winking, and blowing kisses to everyone who looked her way

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~1:20: “rooftop rodeo, stars in my eyes” showed her on a mega-city skyscraper penthouse patio, looking out and up, the city’s many neon signs reflected on her eyes, plus bright stars and planets and a moon overhead also reflected off her eyes, the camera so close it had only showed her from her shoulders up before zooming in to show those details. A passing airship/spaceship’s lights were the last thing seen reflected off and moving across her eyes, now fully zoomed in on, highest-resolution.

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1:41: “Gitty-up, taxis; I’m ridin’ the street.” -screen shows her waving at an approaching taxi, then sitting bold-legged atop its roof as it smoothly drives while the camera pans back to keep ahead

the X-O X-O lighting and dance-moves and kiss/hug clips again

~1:59: starts showing non-sensitive (not classified) clips of intel’ convos, with names/IDs blurred out, and then labs and factories, some of her family’s employees/specialists doing work such as R+D, back-engineering, manufacturing, and more, the implication being that all the chatting and networking she’d been doing in big cities across the cluster had helped with those subsets of their businesses

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2:02: “big-city swirl” -transition-effect (from one clip to the next) making the entire view turn more and more into a spiral, as if entering a vertical drain, until it is, within a second or two, replaced by the next scene forming out of the other end of that spiraling-effect

2:37-end: her strutting back out of the skyscrapers, hailing another taxi, and grinning as she finally takes off her cowgirl hat and leans back against the passengers/back seat-cushion, setting her colorful bondage-rope spool down on her lap, at which point the camera stays aimed at her rope/lap while fading out

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Song #5: “Михаела Филева” Feat. VenZy - by Опасно Близки

~colors: white, green, and red (not Christmas-y, but the colors of Bulgaria’s flag --one of the two biggest influences on her homeworld, many of its colonists/settlers having migrated from there, millennia ago, back when The Gate was still open)
~backup dancers: popping and locking; “robot” dance moves, and sometimes doing what Z was doing up on center stage; around the stage, each pair of a man and a woman, sometimes approached each other, and other times, based on the lyrics, raised a hand or pointer finger to signal “no”, then stepping back from each other a moment, always to the beat
~meal portion offered: Harissa Black-oyster Mushroom and Jackfruit Fajitas

This one sounded Bulgarian (and the inspiration linked is, but in the setting of EVE Online, what she is singing is a distant descendant of that language, with numerous changes), another aspect of the languages spoken on her world, which she liked sharing with those who lived elsewhere. Its title, translated, meant “Dangerously Close” --in a romantic or icebreaking way.

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The lyrics were translated for everyone in the audience, appearing in their familiar Caldari script and dialects.

~projector/screen shows: ‘pew’ (combat) highlights from the stealth-bomber training the other month,
and her POV, looking out a cockpit windshield at passing uncloaked ‘enemy’ (practice) ships and other (practice) targets.
~additional colors: her cockpit-lighting remained a deep purple, almost U.V., while brief views of her Overhead showed its customary whites for most radar signatures, then some marked as green (not the usual blue-for-friendly), as if she had customized its colors in her own ships, and finally some of the red for hostiles, as the clips showed her arriving in systems where nearby gate campers were waiting.

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On stage, every time a band member slowly made her way over to her, she raised a hand their way, to signal them to stop, while she kept holding her mic in her other hand, she always backing off, her steps perfectly sync’ed to the beat.
~last scene on the screen behind her band: a fleet of frigates firing their lasers like a lightshow, all those lasers the colors of the Bulgarian flag

During this, even though it was a somewhat declining-based set of words, they all still took off their tops and dropped them aside. Was this a hint that she, if not also the rest of her bandmates, were into playfully giving some mixed signals at first, hoping to still be engaged with, i.e. shown a little reasonable persistence?

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Song #6: “Dancing With a Smile” - by melodydinda6

~colors: COOL COLORS and DARKEST
~backup dancers: modern expressive ballet
~meal portion offered: glazed tender baked mega-carrots (~twice as thick as regular store-bought ones, and all of colors other than orange), miso garlic butter melting cabbage, Asian long-fries, edible flowers

She walks out in between the tables of the venue while performing this one.
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While she stepped out of her skirt out there in the middle of everyone, her bandmates did at other times, always when they had a moment between their parts of the sheet music.
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Her female dancers got out of their own skirts.
Her male dancers got out of their pants.
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Now, all of those females only had on their bras and panties, each of those remaining articles of clothing the same color as the suits, gloves, socks, and shoes they had been in back when this concert began.
This didn’t concern any of them in the least; they clearly were naturals at stripping while performing. Anyone who knew them, also knew they preferred it; N.E.Z. would perform All their concerts naked, or at least stripping, if it was up to them.

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The lyric “Sunlight on my skin-” was sung while a sunny-yellow spotlight stayed on her.

That now-yellow-orange spotlight stayed on her, to go with the “sunlight on my skin” lyric returning.
During (0:30) “glitter tears in my eyes”, the irises of her eyes sparkled brightly, silvery.
She hung her head at times, wiping her eyes as if she had been crying.

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~0:37: “I move fast-”: The screen showed her doing a wheelie on her street-bike on one of the highways of her world.

~1:04: “afterglow”: -a lighting special effect, based on holograms and on little indirect lights hidden in her underwear, made her seem to softly glow golden-white

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~1:22 mark: the HANDS-UP PART
–screen then showing: AMARR, CALDARI, GALLENTE, & MINMATAR (ALL) NIGHTCLUBS ‘CIRCUITS’; her sequence of visits to the best of them, entering with a bit of nostalgia or even sadness on her face, then she forcing herself to smile and ‘let go’, dancing until she felt a little better, over and over, and genuinely smiling as she helped others who entered with similar at-first-stressed facial-expressions.

~2:19-2:23: “but we’re still gold.” -the cool-colors spotlights on her transitioned to golden

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~2:24: (right as the loud lyric starts being sung) Hologram projectors made it look like she had become two of herself, and then three, and four, on and on, until there appeared to be many of her all throughout Club Inferno, each hologram facing a different direction and doing different dance moves, all to this song’s beat.
Then those holograms walked back toward her, and appeared to merge with her.

2:30: “feelin’ blue” -the spotlights on her transition back to a pastel blue

2:39: “hands up-” she raises her free hand, while her dancers raise both their own

2:43-2:46: “but I still miss you, you should know” -bends forward while bending at the knees, almost sitting down as she closes her eyes and rests her free-hand over her heart

2:51-2:54: “-pain into light.” -lights on her maintain ther light-blue while adding a golden glittery effect like the fizzles of some fireworks can appear

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3:43-3:56: Z dances around between bandmates a moment, the screen showing more footage of her dancing well in various night-clubs.

~3:58: At “lights go down, I’m still here-”, on the screen was a view of her by herself, exiting one of those many night-clubs, making her way back to her car, then to the spaceport, and then heading back out into orbit, by herself like usual.
For the last couple seconds, on screen she is smiling with nostalgia, bittersweet, as she glances down at a little photos scrapbook, then back out into Space through her flight-deck windscreen.

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Song #7: “Tare” - by Inna and The Motans

~colors: blue, yellow, red (the colors of Romania’s flag --the other major influence on her homeworld), kept steady (unmoving) the entire time, so as to not pull any attention off the singers.
~backup dancers: not dancing; stationary finger-snapping, with some foot-tapping similar to a tap-dancing move
~meal portion offered: classy narrow slices of Garash (a flourless walnut-chocolate meringue cake), beside a single scoop of black-raspberry chocolate-chip gelato

A handsome bearded brunette middle-aged rugged-looking man walked, dressed in inconspicuous Amarr masculine attire, up on stage with a spare mic; this would clearly be a duet. Z’ warmly received him, opening her arms for a hug, and standing up on her tiptoes a moment before pecking his cheeks.
This song of the mini-concert was sung in her homeworld’s official language, which sounded like ancient (Earth) Romanian.

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~Z’ and the unnamed man just faced each other for the entire song, never looking away from each other’s eyes.

The lyrics were again translated for everyone in the audience, appearing in their familiar Caldari script and dialects.

~0:35-0:39: During “at you and your smile”, he rested his non-mic hand gently on one of her cheeks while he gazed at her lips.
~0:41: When it was her turn to sing, she ran her non-mic-hand fingers through his hair for a line or two.
~Her bandmates stood still as they played their instruments, and they all whistled toward their mic stands.

screen shows: hauling, delivering groceries, and clients smiling as they receive those drop-offs, those things now all their own, which went with some of this song’s lyrics

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Her bandmates began taking off their bras and dropping them at their sides, as if merely seeing Z so comfortable with this man had put them All that at ease.
Z let the man still facing and singing with her take hers off and drop it. She then guided his hands to cup her breasts, holding her mic for both herself and him now, so he didn’t have to let go. She just kept gazing dreamily straight up into his eyes as they finished this song together, looking very much in love, and perfectly fine letting the thousand/+ people see their love.

fade to black at end; all the lights overhead dimmed until they were off, leaving the band/stage in darkness, the last light allowing the audience to see Z’ and that other singer still facing each other, never looking away
~implied: Z’s family/businesses took their customer relationships seriously

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Song #8: “DAYLIGHT IN YOUR EYES” - by Kostaboda

~colors: WARM COLORS and BRIGHTER (than the color scheme / lighting of the other songs)
~backup dancers: ballroom/formal, because of the “circles” lyric, with some tango mixed in (each time the beat picks up for the chorus)
~meal portion offered: hibiscus virgin spritzers

Z, her bandmates, and the female dancers were only in their panties (and fishnet and black straps) as the beat started. It was fitting, for a music video projected onto the big screen/wall up behind the band and dancers, showing Z waking up and walking around, starting her morning routine back on her family’s ranch on Soliara III.

Behind her, the wall showed a music video of her waking up on her bed on Soliara III, sunrays coming through her open blinds. She held up a hand to block that light until her eyes had time to adjust, and then she sat up and started going through her morning routine, eventually making her way down to the kitchen, and then out onto the porch under the cabin’s awning.

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For this 2nd-final track, her irises (in person; on stage) softly glowed like gentle sunshine, golden yellow, like little nightlights on her face, giving her natural tan complexion a romantic and superhuman glow.
Her hair turned golden-yellow, as well, and began sparkling and intensifying its yellow at just the right parts of this music.
The floor-mounted stage-lights stayed off.
Overhead, those lights smoothly transitioned through a never-ending cycle of all three warm colors, those beams/cones of color slowly moving here and there, leaving komorebi-like light-patterns ever-changing all over the stage and surrounding bar-floor.
screen begins to show: NEWS FEED excerpts, such as all the articles/lore posted/linked in the Lumen Discord channels she had seen over the years, especially those posted in the last month.

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0:16-0:20: “-like sunrise on my skin” -stage lighting created a komorebi (dappled sunlight; sunshine filtered through swaying clusters of tree leaves) effect on Z’s nearly-naked body and remaining skimpy/fun garments

0:21-0:25: almost-scary ghost-like swaying shadow-figures created all around her, via the ‘negative’ space between where the stage lights were aiming and overlapping

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~0:36: “daylight in my eyes… hide behind the night… somethin’ bright” -Those lyric parts were sync’ed to images on the back-wall screen of her scrolling through her news feed on a mobile device, that device’s screen-light illuminating her face, the rest of her ranch bedroom dark, stars and a shooting star visible through her window panes.
~0:58: “scared of what I find” showed a moment of her reading Nauplius posts, going wide-eyed, raising a hand to cover her mouth as it slightly fell open

The whole song, she and her band were casual, moving here and there, nothing much choreographed, just being natural, going with the overall feel of this track.

1:10-1:13: “slip inside the spaces in between” -reaches down with her free-hand to briefly touch the center of her “Y”

1:14: “I fall back to you-” -lets herself tip over backward, caught by one of the male dancers who had moved into place seconds earlier, catching her and helping her back on her feet before returning to his female-dancer partner off-stage

1:30: all dancers overhead-clap twice

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2:04-2:20: all stage lights slowly dim down to off during these 16 seconds… until only a simple white one is left on above her, everyone else in the shadows for the moment

2:21-2:28: one by one, to the hard beats, the song now loud again, all the other stage lights turn back on, lighting up each band member one after the other, and then each pair of dancers
–2:22: lighting up the drummer
–2:23-2:24: these three beats lighting up the keyboardist, then the bassist, then the guitarist
–2:26: lighting up the first pair of dancers
–2:28: these quicker back-to-back beats lighting up the rest of the dancers

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2:29: Right as the drummer resumed her part of this piece, as in all the previous songs of this concert, since she and the others no longer had on their built-in-lights suits,
laser-based stage-lighting / drone-lights continued to sync’ on her skin the colorful-lights patterns her suit had once provided; each time she struck a drumstick on her drumset, another of those colorful narrow beams lit up part of her now-exposed flesh.
Then the same was true for her bandmates when they plucked their guitars or tapped the keyboard keys.

Near the end of this, song #8, i.e. when all their panties came off, Z’ did something perhaps the steamiest of all for this performance; she didn’t just toss the panties she’d been wearing, like she’d tossed those from her backpack during all previous songs tonight;
at 2:52, she got down on all fours, her ass up toward the audience, and slowly slid those panties down, doing a couple sexy stripper movements the whole time,
and then (at ~2:55) she held them to her nose, inhaling their after-a-whole-concert fragrance, and licked their dampness while grinning over her shoulder at the audience,
and then (at ~2:58) she held them between her teeth, and crawled on her hands and knees the short distance to the edge of the stage, naked, and let the most-interested man or woman in the front row approach her and kiss-pass them, not needing any hands at all for this transfer. She even caressed that person’s cheek and then licked their chin once before winking and standing back up in the after-song quiet to prepare to start the final song.

Now everyone in the club knew what she looked like, head to toe; that she was fit, well formed, and fully confident in her ‘birthday suit’. Same for each of her four bandmates. Now anyone in the audience knew for sure whether she and they were their type, at least as far as physiques go. Many had her number on panties she’d tossed out, too, so they had everything they needed to decide if they would hire her for more than a concert.

The male dancers had left their boxer-briefs on.

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Song #9: “Every Second Of My Life” - by Ali Paterson

~colors: alternating between a combo of white and pink… and a combo of white and sky-blue
~backup dancers: barbershop quartet line, snapping while bent over a bit as they file in… they then swing-dancing as couples, the girls doing belly dancing and beckoning the guys when not holding hands with them or being flipped
~meal portion offered: peppermints --in the finest dark chocolates; not the regular mints made with sugar and styled like red and white candy canes ( check these out )

Her whole band, and all seven female dancers, were nude from the start! (excepting only their fishnet onesies and bondage black-straps layers, now fully exposed, though both layers had been visible through their seethrough outer-layers from the start of this concert) They were smiling ear to ear, giddy, loving this chance to fully be themselves, no longer holding back. Most were also blushing, hoping the crowd was loving this.

Z’ strode out into the middle of the club and sat on one of the empty tabletops, completely naked (again, except for fishnet and black straps which weren’t hiding much of anything at all) and clearly excited about getting to be, not at all shy…
Meanwhile, the stage lights, both on the floor and overhead, were only on one at a time, turning on in sequence, creating brief cones of light up or down, moving in a circle all around the stage, each turned-on cone of colored light perfectly sync’ed to the opening keyboard notes.

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~0:07: During “You walk in-”, when the drum/stepping sounds were added, the stage-lights from below and above were white or sky-blue, all at once, mostly highlighting the drummer and her instruments.
screen: curiously, it does not show anything obvious/literal, such as a guy and gal daydreaming about each other, or walking together to start a date;
instead is shown: ANCIENT RUINS and ARTIFACTS, as if telling the audience one of her pass-times, i.e. a great way to find common ground and always have reasons to meet up beyond normal focused-on-each-other dates/hangouts,
and probably also implying that she is often curious about the many rediscovered prehistoric/ancient sites her father and his teams keep finding on various worlds

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~0:14: “and I lose my lines. I’m alright-” -Z fanning herself with her free hand, how girls do when they are hand-signing that someone they find extremely attractive just took their breath away
–stage-lights color-combo now pink and white, and stays that combo when she is singing about herself, as opposed to singing about the person on her mind
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~0:27: “in the traffic when I’m stuck” shows her singing in the middle of a Soliara III traffic jam.
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~0:39: Every “always on my mind”, she put her non-mic palm on the side of her head as she turned her torso side to side, almost frowning for emphasis, cutely scrunching up her feminine little nose.

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~0:42 mark: She gracefully moved off the table she’d been sitting on until now, and began casually walking to each audience member, to rest a friendly hand on their shoulder for a few words of the coming lines.
She only touched the people whose body language showed her it was okay.
Anyone who shook their heads and shrank back from her, she just smiled like a friend to, nodding once as she continued on away from their booth/table, not minding at all, respecting everyone’s boundaries/wishes.
Anyone who reached out to feel her up, instead of getting upset about that and stepping away or frowning at them, she moved the body-part of hers they were trying to reach… closer to them, and even sat on the laps of some, putting her free-arm around them. A few even got a peck on their closest cheek. She was encouraging Everyone to feel her up, as they pleased. It didn’t interrupt her focus or singing one bit. She was here to entertain.

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~0:45 mark: “I just want you right here-”, now singing about wanting to be with the unnamed person, the lights are all three colors; white, sky-blue, and pink, symbolizing her imagining or even getting what she wants

0:53-0:54: “When I look at you-” looks right into the eyes of the audience-member she is on the lap of, or closest to at this point,
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“-I can’t breathe!” -put the back of her free-hand / outside of that wrist up to her forehead, acting as if about to swoon, then grins big at that person and pecks their cheek farewell

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0:55-0:57: “Heart stop, heart-throb-” -cutely hops up, then strutting around to the beat some more, finding the next lap to sit down on

0:58: “you got… me” eases down on that next lap, putting her free arm around the back/shoulders of that audience member

She continued this for most of the middle of this song, always finding a lap to perch on for a few seconds before hopping right back up and doing her best to thrill another, timing it brilliantly to lyric after lyric, line after line.

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At 1:15: “miss a call-”: She was now center-stage like at the start of this concert. She reached out in front of her as if begging the audience not to leave her.
The screen was showing The Scope clips of handshakes between people forming alliances and business partnerships with LUMEN/SFRIM and other significant groups.
The screen going from ruins to handshakes… was a way of saying that teamwork across the cluster would reveal what all those forgotten wonders were,
and a way of saying things had gotten better, since the times when those ruins had become ruins.
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~1:34: “-rides home, all alone.” showed the shuttle windshield’s POV of her strapped onto the pilot’s bucket-seat, a little misty-eyed but determined-looking.

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~1:40-1:46: “-every star, …pullin’ me where you are.” showed her cockpit view as the colored lines began connecting the stars out toward her latest destination in New Eden.
–clips of her exploring, mining, studying, looking up at the hanging mobile of her star system over her canopy bed.

1:47: “You’re always on my mind!” This was when Z singled out the man who had enlightened her to the existence of Club Inferno; she warmly smiled to Ché, and motioned to invite him to join her on stage, if he liked; she beckoned him with her pointer finger, and her dancers parted out of his way in advance, if he approached. She would meet him right at the front of the stage, free-hand outstretched to take hold of his, helping him up to groove right beside her, as close as the duet-man had been back during song #7, “Tare”.

1:49-1:52: “every day, every second, every moment of my life”
-She tapped her pointer finger to her mic-hand wrist, to the beat, as if tapping a wristwatch-face, indicating time or a sense of urgency.

1:53-1:55: “I just want you right here-” cutely points a couple times to the stage flooring immediately to her right, the first pointing during “right”, the 2nd pointing during “here”

1:56-2:00: “-right by my side.” She would be hip to hip at his side now, her free arm around his back.

2:01-2:03: “When I look at you, I can’t breathe!” She had turned to face him now, her whole front toward him, looking right up into his eyes.

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~2:04 minutes in: N.E.Z. (all five band-members plus their 14 dancers) started motioning for the rest of the audience to join them on stage if anyone was interested in dancing right up amidst them, as if all were backup dancers. Z’ made sure anyone who dared join them on stage felt completely included, she facing and smiling and dancing right up with all of them, even high-fiving some.
Half a minute seemed a good amount of time for the audience to get up any courage they needed to stand and approach.

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~2:39: The whole band moved close, standing side by side, centered around the drummer (who had to stay seated at her drum set, of course), all touching their hips together as they played. They were brightly illuminated by their respective drone-lasers and stage-lights, their distinct patterns, one for each bandmate, flashing more brightly and often than before, keeping with the upbeat vibe of this final song.

~2:53-3:29: For this last ~half-minute of the show, Z’ walked from her bandmates to mingle with everyone still invited to groove with them up on stage, putting an arm around them in passing as she sang the last verse with all her heart. She was smiling ear to ear, lightly one-arm hugging person after person, pecking more on their cheeks, gently taking hold of their hands for a second or two as she swayed to more and more of them. She had to be one of the friendliest performers of all time.

The final song for the night ended.

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TAKING A BOW:

Together, holding hands, all standing facing the audience, Z’ and her four bandmates bowed as one, then held each other’s hands high, then let go to wave, and the lights dimmed, all the colors now fading on, blurring together randomly, left that way, no longer moving, and the screen behind the band… off, looking like a normal wall again.

Hats, shirts, mugs, etc. -all the usual merch’ for a band- were on one of the tables anyone could walk over to.
The remaining panties she hadn’t tossed from her backpack were also there, spread out, for anyone who had missed being tossed one during the songs. Those were free.
Yes, even their colored-light buttplugs would be available as merch’ for autographing, after a cleaning/rinse, of course.

Even though N.E.Z. was booked out for months, and planning on performing across all of New Eden for decades to come, they only did one concert per week, keeping most of their time free for study and the rest of life; anyone wanting to meet them between shows had plenty of opportunities.

All that remained to be decided on tonight… was whether there would be an afterparty, and if it would be in the VIP lounge or somewhere else. NEZ, its dancers and all, were available for one more hour before they’d be boarding shuttles and heading back across the cluster, home.

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As the after-show chatting picked up, Z and the others mingled well. She and her four bandmates were quick to find laps to sit on, and they warmly smiled and waved everyone checking them out to walk right up and feel them anywhere. Anyone who seemed a little hesitant/nervous got a handshake or a big hug, helping break the ice. Z and the rest in her team maintained eye contact, paid attention to what each person said, and were great conversationalists, enjoying getting to know their fans.

It didn’t even cross their minds that maybe they should find their discarded clothes and get dressed again. Only if either co-owner of this night-club asked them to, would they. Until then, they felt right at home in their tits-and-groin-holes fishnet and black-straps numbers.

They were also dishing out genuine compliments as smoothly as they were breathing, looking for the good in everyone who walked up to them, reinforcing confidence here, and soothing jitters/nerves there. This was not done to boost word-of-mouth advertising or future ticket-sales, but just to be nice to everyone. It also tended to result in more people lining up for afterparty “play time”, and Z was all about That.

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If anyone asked, since people were living for centuries on the reg’, these days, NEZ had hundreds, if not thousands, of music videos planned, not just weekly/weekend concerts. She had amassed a still-growing list of favorite songs she now had ideas for upgrading into visual form. Of course, anyone who fancied her and hooked up might be told of openings for ‘extras’ in those videos.

“Why didn’t we take our fishnet and straps off?” any of the bandmates might grin, repeating that common question. “Because that’s what people who afterparty with us get to do.”

((I hope everyone enjoyed the show. If you have ideas for the next one, you’re welcome to EVEmail me. GN))

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