[open] I built this place with broken parts

[traumatizing]

Who: Terry and ANYONE
What: Somebody is opening for another band and it goes a little sideways
When: April 15th
Where: Sinnamon
Warnings: General mediocre horror? Like 'Black Parade promo shoots' level horror. Body horror lite?

[Well after an unfortunate Cheap Sushi incident, Terry is taking the spot as opener for some mid-level band. Generate some goodwill with the label, you know? They're some goth industrial outfit - really good, but never seemed to get far with the label for some reason. Terry can't help but think that's a good thing - and his personal stuff meshes really well. It's a good platform for the band too, something Page is excited about. So he looks good, his music's good, his manager's happy. This is... Not terrible.]

[It's all going great, until the penultimate song. As he plays-- really gets into it, he starts drawing on people in the crowd, and the stage changes around him. Colour drains until it's almost not there at all, and it almost seems colder somehow. A fog rolls in, sitting heavy on the ground, and the lights dim as shadows dance-- marionette like in their movements, but there are no strings, and their bodies are... wrong. Bodies long and slender in ways no human could be. Bodies that bend in ways that must be broken or just plain inhuman. Sometimes there's the glow of blue eyes from the darkness, locked on someone in the crowd as they dance, and just as suddenly they flicker and vanish. As if they were never there to begin with.]

[Ocassionally, he catches someone who's particularly panicked and Terry's gaze snaps toward them. He sings as if for them, calming their nerves and encouraging them to enjoy the show, but for the most part he's totally absorbed in the music. Almost totally unaware of the fact that he's on a stage in front of hundreds of people from behind the synth setup and the microphone.]

[After the show he takes a few minutes to head out to the bar, chatting with fans and talking up the main event. A lot of people came to see him, but Psychopomp are really good, and they deserve the attention. But there's only so many times he can hear about how cool it was and "guess that's why they call you Trauma, huh?" before he has to go backstage.]

[If no one else manages to stop him to chat, he hurries back where he can be alone for a bit. Pulls his shirt off and sits up against a wall with the fresh tee he brought to change into draped over his knees, ostensibly just needing to cool down a bit after an intense set. Totally not because he's extremely freaked out by what just happened and how it feels familiar in all the wrong ways, but totally alien too.]

[Just chillin' with a beer, that's all.]

Comments

[traumatizing]

[Dammit.]

[Uhhh. It's just like staging for any show right? Right. Okay, he can lie about that. It's more believable than "I think I'm developing magic powers that might have something to do with music" at any rate.]

I mean-- I take it all to set designers and stuff and they just kinda... take it from there.

[heymcfly]

Heavy. Tell your designers they're doin' their job right.

[ Marty hoped he was with Virgo, because he was definitely going to get these guy's contacts so he can keep in touch. If Marty had that much stuff to work with when he jammed by himself, he would be all over the place. Like, perfectly. ]

Do you got their numbers on you? I gotta hit them up. I mean, if it's okay.

[ He shrugs. ] Not sure how my guys would feel about this.

[traumatizing]

Uh. Yeah, sure. I'll text my manager. See if they know.

[In actuality, he digs out his phone and fires off a text to Yuffie in response to some nonsense she texted him earlier. He feels a little bad just straight up lying to this guy, especially when he's so nice, but you gotta do what you gotta do so no one knows you're actually a music wizard of some kind. Terry thinks he's convincing at least?]

[Text sent, he looks back up at Marty.] Your band not into this kinda stuff?

[That's who he meant by "my guys" right.]

[heymcfly]

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

[ This guy actually whips out his phone, talking to what Marty will assume is his manager. It's not often you find nice guys like this! Sometimes Marty's seen that they're...not stingy, but almost protective. They don't want to give away secrets. Which kind of sucked, because he would do anything to make his music more interesting.

At the question, he shakes his head. ] Not really. We're more into fantasy kind of stuff, y'know? My designers would probably shit themselves.

[traumatizing]

[Terry huffs a small laugh at that, nodding his head in understanding. His band is pretty out there, but even they're not super into the darker stuff. It's a pretty specific niche, he figures.]

Yeah, I can see how 'nightmare dancers' doesn't exactly jive with that.

[heymcfly]

Maybe if we were doin' some dark song or something like that. [ That would be...interesting. Marty has to think about it for a minute. But then again, the darkest of shit probably wouldn't match how his marionettes danced. That was extreme dedication. ]

Not as heavy as yours, anyway. You guys are rockin'.

[ He pauses for a moment. ] Did I meet you yet? M'name's Marty. Marty McFly.

[traumatizing]

We met briefly, at the Fairy Trials show. [Terry smiles and offers a hand.] Terry Ward.

[heymcfly]

Fairy Trials...? [ He definitely tried to push that event out of his head. After a moment or two, he recognizes! ] Oh, shit, I remember! [ With a smile, Marty takes the hand. ]

I'm Marty McFly. 'S good to meet you when I'm not in bubble pants.

[traumatizing]

[Terry laughs and shakes his hand. No apologies for trying to convince Marty the puffy pants were great though.]

What band are you in?