Post by Renekin Skywalker on Nov 28, 2009 18:36:16 GMT -5
(Trying something new...) Deep inside a decommissioned labouratory far under the Karoshi Technic's offices in Century Station, the machinery start to light up. Monitors blinked with the notification of an incoming call against the darkened walls of the large, empty room.
The humming of machines and the cooling famns picks up as the light on the pad grows lighters. Fans cooling the equipment blow the dust sheets, whisking their ends into the air.
After reaching a fever pitch, the light blinding, the system cools and starts to shut down. Something... 10 feet tall, and clearly not human, steps off, in the darkness, vanishing into the unlit room.
A night security guard poked his head in and, seeing an empty, quiet room, closes the door and goes on his way...
Well, the next day, Daveris took her chance, and took it big time. It earned the compliments of the judges, that she could take a chance to try something outside her style. She ended up making it to the next round.
Kendall's work was running fairly smoothly. The show must have some significant backers, since the baud rate for the uplinks was clearly higher than the norm in Century Station. At this point, he was watching over the connection for a conference call with the producer, the network and one of the advertisers. Something about the community of super heroes and violence that is CS does not portray an image the advertisers like.
Next round was a kind of Broadway round: West Side Story, the Jet's song.
Post by sasqaricious on Nov 29, 2009 13:10:20 GMT -5
Mei has nothing to do but sit and watch with Kendall while Daveris performs. As she is sent through to the next round. Mei rushes up as she gets off the stage and hugs her in congratulations. She then rushes back to Kendall. "Isn't that awesome Peter. Daveris got through!"
Good music is defined by the listener and not everyone else!
Post by Renekin Skywalker on Nov 30, 2009 8:11:46 GMT -5
Daveris and Mei are put through a routine that isn't so much hard as requiring split-second timing. People getting it wrong were running into other dancers. And, on top of this, they needed to learn the words by ear.
As Kendall watched, a courrier brought a note for him.
Kendall watches intently as Mei performs. They haven't had much chance to talk about last night, or anything really with Mei so focused on her performance. He stands and stretches his back and putting his hand into his pocket he feels the note reminding him that he probably has something to do after his shift is over.