Thread: Carnival of Rust (Lan Moore/Game Over)

Places everyone!, someone barked from backstage. There was a thrill of excitement in the air as Mina remained still for the make-up artist. It seemed so trivial to have someone put her eyeliner and lipstick on, but this was the big leagues and nothing should be left up to chance. Tilting her head, she allowed them to draw the little black star under her right eye while someone else started fondling her breasts. At least, that's what it felt like to her, but in reality, they were just tugging on her corset top and making sure that everything fell into place. This was supposed to be a live broadcast and her group was only the warm up act. Besides, she didn't want to embarrass her idol. Hell, she didn't want to embarrass herself! Leaning forward, Mina checked herself out in the mirror. Pale lips and cream flesh. Not a bleached piece of hair was out of place and her eyes were perfectly lined in smoky shades. Put together with her midnight ears, star and tight top... she was a knock out. Or so Mina thought. Everything was going according to plan! Finally, she was going to impress her idol and hopefully get his autograph at the same time. Maybe a phone number if she was lucky. What can we say? Mina was a raging fangirl for Lan. He had the voice of an angel and the boy of a god! Not to mention a number of other things we could mention. Mina! They're about to air. Get your ass in gear, girl, Archer, their lead guitar and back-up vocals, called from outside her dressing room. Are we ready yet? She looked up to the little blonde that had been working on her. When she was flashed a smile and thumbs up, well... nothing could keep Mina in her seat. Awesome! Leaping from her seat, she picked up her long, but very sheer skirts and made a run for her spot. Didn't think you would make it in time. Her friend joked while picking up his Gibson. Like I would really miss this. Smirking, she could already feel the energy start to build around them. That excited rush of nerves and guts. She could feel it in her toes. Picking up the microphone, she gave the wire a quick whip before turning her back to the cameras. Any moment now they would be announced and then it would be time to show the world what they were made out of. No more longer would Dichotomy be chained to nightclubs or smoke filled afterhours hang outs. No, they were finally busting out and... Time! Rounding on the invisible audience, Mina gave a flirty wink before rousing her stage persona, Starlyn. Starlyn was everything that Mina wasn't. Smart, funny and outrageous with just a hint of sadness. With those bright flashing eyes and dark outfits. She was a perfect separation of the typical Mina. What made it even better was the fact that Starlyn had no fear. Hey there! I told all of you that I would conquer the world and this is just the first step. Are you ready to rock, people? 'cause I'm just about ready to cream myself up here. And then she launched into her song. The tension in her muscles seemed to melt away under the blazing hot lights, her excitement continued to build as her words came out in an almost melancholy tone. This song was full of emotion. Most of which she spilled her soul into, but honestly, it was really a letter to idol. If only Lan Moore knew. Come feed the rain, she purred into the microphone while holding out a gloved hand to no one in particular. In her mind, she was seeing Lan before her. 'cause I'm thirsty for your love, dancing underneath the skies of lust. Yeah, feed the rain. 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing, but this carnival of rust.