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NEW YORK CITY, NY
FEBRUARY 10, 3801
CONCERT FOR LIT^
The music blared through the speakers as the band came onto the stage. A thumpy, electronic beat that coaxed most of the audience into dancing. LIT^'s members checked their instruments, while Sugar Cube finally came down from the second level of the stage, walking down the thin staircase as a quick set of notes played. Walking in tune with the beat, dancing playfully, then jumped from the stairs and flipped onto the stage while keying up the speaker that was held in front of her mouth. Her light blue eyes scanned over the audience, and then she smiled.
"WHO'S READY TO BE LIT UP?" She shouted finally, the crowds roared back and she broke a huge grin before starting to dance around the stage, the notes starting up again. "THIS IS OUR HIT SINGLE "HEART IN WAR"! SING ALONG IF YOU KNOW THE WORDS!"
"You love what I do
Cuz I do it for you
But, baby, it's hard to say
but I don't want to play
HEY!
I'm gonna drop the grenade!
I fight this war
all you want is more
You're the one I adore
but I could have sworn
I'm not the one you played for"
Sugar threw her arms out and looked to the sky, a techno-pop beat played louder and she responded to it. She moved her body to it, throwing her tie into the crowds and then taking her jacket off.
"Weren't you the one I cried for?
In the middle of the night?
was it enough that I was a slave
-or-
Was I not what you came for?
I fought for
your freedom
you fought for
me to be your prisoner of war
What's a girl to do
when the one she adores
is not what she asked for?
The one she cried for?
The one she would die for?"
Sugar felt a little odd all of a sudden, like an itch in the back of her head. She tried to ignore it as stage hands came up from back stage with cords and wires and connected them into the ports on the backs of her hands. Now that the cords and wires were attached, she controlled the stage and the show. This was the new thing. She controlled every light, every volume switch, every electronically controlled device. The itch only got worse, but she fought it off, holding her arms out straight as the music slowed down, getting softer. She dimmed the lights, bringing a spotlight onto herself. Trying to focus. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
Am I responsible for
this loving war?
Am I responsible for
this romance going ashore?
I fought for
your freedom
you fought for
me to be your prisoner of war
What's a girl to do
when the one she adores
is not what she asked for?
The one she cried for?
The one she would die for?"
The beat picked back up again... that was her cue to start singing again, the crowd was roaring so loud.
But Sugar was frozen.... she looked out at the audience as if she couldn't see them, all she could see was what looked to be scientists, leaning over her, telling her something.... but she couldn't hear what they were saying... the blood was rushing in her ears.... she felt pain in this vision... it hurt! What were they doing to her? They were speaking and looking at her like she was some sort of a criminal! She didn't understand... she was the nicest PCI music celebrity of the 38th Century! It felt like they were ripping out the backs of her hands and picking at the back of her head... what the hell was going on?!
Sugar collapsed onstage, meanwhile, her mouth opened and a word was broadcast-ed to the crowds in her soft, pleading voice. Her hands pressed over her ears her body curled on the floor of the set, the headphones and speaker picking up the one small word.
"Stop!"
The power was stopped and she was scooped up from the stage and taken away, like a broken computer being taken off to be rebooted. The stage would be quickly dismantled and the crowds wold be funneled out of the stadium, given refunds and promises that there would be a chance to see another show. Certainly. Meanwhile, a couple of the human members of the crew were worried.
The show was over.
Graphics would have to be contacted since one of their most popular PCI finally had the flashbacks that everyone had talked about.
Who knew if they'd allow Sugar to ever work again with the threat of her original memories resurfacing.
Meanwhile, with this happening, all PCIs in the vicinity were dragged into the same room as Sugar to get checked.
They wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.
FEBRUARY 10, 3801
CONCERT FOR LIT^
The music blared through the speakers as the band came onto the stage. A thumpy, electronic beat that coaxed most of the audience into dancing. LIT^'s members checked their instruments, while Sugar Cube finally came down from the second level of the stage, walking down the thin staircase as a quick set of notes played. Walking in tune with the beat, dancing playfully, then jumped from the stairs and flipped onto the stage while keying up the speaker that was held in front of her mouth. Her light blue eyes scanned over the audience, and then she smiled.
"WHO'S READY TO BE LIT UP?" She shouted finally, the crowds roared back and she broke a huge grin before starting to dance around the stage, the notes starting up again. "THIS IS OUR HIT SINGLE "HEART IN WAR"! SING ALONG IF YOU KNOW THE WORDS!"
"You love what I do
Cuz I do it for you
But, baby, it's hard to say
but I don't want to play
HEY!
I'm gonna drop the grenade!
I fight this war
all you want is more
You're the one I adore
but I could have sworn
I'm not the one you played for"
Sugar threw her arms out and looked to the sky, a techno-pop beat played louder and she responded to it. She moved her body to it, throwing her tie into the crowds and then taking her jacket off.
"Weren't you the one I cried for?
In the middle of the night?
was it enough that I was a slave
-or-
Was I not what you came for?
I fought for
your freedom
you fought for
me to be your prisoner of war
What's a girl to do
when the one she adores
is not what she asked for?
The one she cried for?
The one she would die for?"
Sugar felt a little odd all of a sudden, like an itch in the back of her head. She tried to ignore it as stage hands came up from back stage with cords and wires and connected them into the ports on the backs of her hands. Now that the cords and wires were attached, she controlled the stage and the show. This was the new thing. She controlled every light, every volume switch, every electronically controlled device. The itch only got worse, but she fought it off, holding her arms out straight as the music slowed down, getting softer. She dimmed the lights, bringing a spotlight onto herself. Trying to focus. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead.
Am I responsible for
this loving war?
Am I responsible for
this romance going ashore?
I fought for
your freedom
you fought for
me to be your prisoner of war
What's a girl to do
when the one she adores
is not what she asked for?
The one she cried for?
The one she would die for?"
The beat picked back up again... that was her cue to start singing again, the crowd was roaring so loud.
But Sugar was frozen.... she looked out at the audience as if she couldn't see them, all she could see was what looked to be scientists, leaning over her, telling her something.... but she couldn't hear what they were saying... the blood was rushing in her ears.... she felt pain in this vision... it hurt! What were they doing to her? They were speaking and looking at her like she was some sort of a criminal! She didn't understand... she was the nicest PCI music celebrity of the 38th Century! It felt like they were ripping out the backs of her hands and picking at the back of her head... what the hell was going on?!
Sugar collapsed onstage, meanwhile, her mouth opened and a word was broadcast-ed to the crowds in her soft, pleading voice. Her hands pressed over her ears her body curled on the floor of the set, the headphones and speaker picking up the one small word.
"Stop!"
The power was stopped and she was scooped up from the stage and taken away, like a broken computer being taken off to be rebooted. The stage would be quickly dismantled and the crowds wold be funneled out of the stadium, given refunds and promises that there would be a chance to see another show. Certainly. Meanwhile, a couple of the human members of the crew were worried.
The show was over.
Graphics would have to be contacted since one of their most popular PCI finally had the flashbacks that everyone had talked about.
Who knew if they'd allow Sugar to ever work again with the threat of her original memories resurfacing.
Meanwhile, with this happening, all PCIs in the vicinity were dragged into the same room as Sugar to get checked.
They wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.