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Nick Drago	As the evening hours set in, there's a quiet set about town. Not because people have gone to bed. Oh no. But people have mostly made their way to where they plan to spend a chunk of their night. That is also the case of Penchanga Arena. With most of the attendees situated inside, the outside of the building seems reasonably quiet. It's only when one gets near that there's the muffled sound of music coming from within. (Great construction!) Inside is a different story as a majority of the 16,000 plus seats and miscellaneous assortment of boxes that are available for a concert setting are taken up. The only seats not taken are in a roped off section of the arena that would wrap behind the stage. Sure it might be neat to get a backstage view, but the view of the show would really suck. There's a loud round of cheers and applause as the latest band lift up their fists in a salute to the audience before the lights are brought down for a slight change to the settings. Time for another act. For the more veteran concert goer, this is a time to rest up the voice or try to weave their way to a more desirable positioning on the floor. For the ones newly initiated to the concert going status, it's time for them to prematurely chant the name of the next act. As if that's going to move the equipment any further. "Dray... Go! Dray... Go! Dray .. Go! Dray.. Go! Dray Go! Dray Go! Drago! Drago!" Great going newbies, now keep that up for the next 10 minutes. Either way, it is apparent there is some excitement in the air as it has apparently been way too long since the musician's performed in California.
Lucifer	Concerts are an amazing thing. Venues sell tickets to the fans of artists and those fans could potentially come from the furthest reaches just to get a glimpse of someone they idol. Or at the very least enjoy. There's security all around to keep the artists and the attendees safe. There's the excitement leading up to the moment the lights go down and the concert begins but even then. Just after. Something else magical starts. Just, no one but a Devil could notice. (There's a reason I built the club...) He had told Azazel. There are reasons he lives in New York. There are even reasons why he keeps holding live concerts at Lux as well. The reasons are as sweet as honey, as vile as righteousness. Because now comes the Sins. Not the little ones that people commit every second. No. The big ones. Lust. Envy. Pride. Gluttony. They're all here and ready to be taken in by the one who feeds off them. Lucifer's expecting a feast. "You think they serve cocktails with those fancy little umbrellas here?"
Sinister	"Oh, indupitably," Sinister replies. There's another in the mention there, that should be noted on -- these kinds of places tend to also prompt people to break the ten Commandments. Thou shalt worship no other god but me, tends to put the idolization on the cards. Plus, there's thieves and many other sinners here. Probably even a murderer or two, thinking about it, but not actually doing it. Thought crime exists when you can drink sins. "They might have tacky merchandizing on the glass glamour though." The chant in the VIP seating has him narrowing his eyes, head tilting as he drinks in the different feeling that HE gets from a crowd. There'll always be one or two, but this will be like listening for a fart in a hurricane. But after an assassin tried to do something in a recording studio in broad daylight, Sinister is a tad paranoid. "I wonder how many of these passes he ends up getting in a season."
Nick Drago	"In answer to Lucifer's question a server moves past their box with one such drink upon their tray. The level of fancy could be debated as it appears to be a golden one with the Arena's logo 'P' stamped upon one of the wedges. That drink sadly finds its home at another box. But no worries as another similarly dressed staffer swings by their box. The woman smiles towards Lucifer and Sinister, "Can I get you anything?" "Ooh. Could I put in an order for a Strawberry Daquiri?" A voice chipperly chimes up from behind the pair. Somehow in the same box. A familiar female form from a concert in Ireland looks over to Lucifer and Sinister, lifting up a hand in greeting. It appears that she too is wearing one of the desired passes. "Luci! Nathaniel! How nice to see you!" With the woman's appearance there comes a general sense that these three might not be the only power houses in the building.
Lucifer	"Oh likely as many as he can think to ask for. I mean, there are likely some that are already held aside, some that are designated for purchasing, and some for Drago to just...hand out..." Lucifer offers this much just before the waiter swing by. Yet before he or Nathaniel are able to place their order a voice chimes in from behind them. A very familiar voice. Forget all the sins in the house (except HIS Sin of course) as they all pale when one is in the presence of Muse itself. "Cecilia. What a wonderful surprise..." He stands and leans in to offer the Muse a chaste kiss on either cheek. "Look, Nathaniel, we are graced with a wonderful presence..." Then he looks to the waiter. "I would love for two fingers of your highest quality whiskey on the rocks, and my gentleman companion will have a Purple Rain in a hurricane glass. With the fruit and the umbrella." He offers with a smile. "You know, I would ask why you're here but... that would be damn stupid of me. So I will ask the other question..." And he looks around then, almost like he's eying the entire arena. "Who ELSE is here that you know of?"
Sinister	"Your Grace," Nathaniel murmurs to Cecilia, offering her a small smile, but relegating himself to being a wallflower or a gadfly to this particular social nectaring -- he's more than half distracted anyway, because there's a lot of mind's concentrated here and supremely focused. Emotions are running high. ALmost absently in tone -- "Light on the ice, please..." as an addendum to the order, he bettles a tiny frown between his eyebrows. He absolutely looks like he belongs in the VIP box though, with his attire immaculately on-point for fame, fortune or simply Fortune with a capital 'f'. Only a ring around his pupils shows that he's concentrating much -- it's golden as the light that had emerged when he'd had the Tele-kine storm. A halo, if you will. Then he simply starts staring row by row, section by section, gaze travelling over it all silently. Methodically. If there's an aggressive typhus and tetanus laden needle in this mental haystack, he WILL find it.... eventually.
Nick Drago	Cecilia smiles. "Not entirely stupid." She replies, turning her head to glance to where Lucifer is looking, with his glance moving, so does hers. "Oh a few. Genesius, Gregory, Dunstan, Hildegard, Raphael, Christopher, Paul..." Cecilia pauses glancing over to another section. "...There are a few others. It kind of grew into...a field trip." The patron saint of musicians looks over to Sinister, noting his distracted manner. Walking over to him, she brings a hand gently up to rest upon his shoulder, glancing up at him. "You have done much already. For tonight. You can rest."
Lucifer	Lucifer wasn't going to disrupt the Nathaniel. He knows why the man is being the way he is right now. Things have happened. Many a thing. In a short span of time. They just want to make sure everything and everyone is safe. Still, he doesn't stop Cecilia when she moves over to the man either. That is something he is going to stay out of for the moment. Instead, he focuses on the names that Cecilia drops and then he looks around the arena again. Feeling the presences that he can - but there are some that he simply cannot. Though he does give a hint of a smile. "Genesius makes sense. Though I wonder if he's here for the music or the torture...might be a little of both tonight depending..." He offers this much with a chuckle and a shake of his head. It's a side comment made, however, as he is slightly interested in what Nathaniel would say in response to the Muse's words. "Basically anyone with ties to the music scene. Scattering of actor people....and of course Raphael would be here to see his ward perform."
Sinister	The touch to his shoulder is a distraction that immediately creates /felt/ but not /seen/ tension. He may look relaxed and poised but inside, the Doctor is anything but. "Forgive me Cecilia, if I do not take your stellar word for it. You see, I've seen too many of you on both sides of the line, making mistakes -- guardian Angels are fantastic, as are their associates. But they're not infallible..." His words are soft, but they're blunt as bricks. His grey gaze turns down to her, a firm determination in the lines of his expression which after a moment or two, softens to a gentility he didn't exactly demonstrate seconds before. "I don't like to be anyone's fool."
Nick Drago	Cecilia's jaw clenches slightly to the comment about torture. "Tonight will be about the music. No cancellations this time." She states, looking directly to Sinister. "I understand you have little reason to trust in us, but please trust in that. And Michael Nicholas." Cecilia looks over to Lucifer, "Raphael is working backstage. If you wish to speak to him afterwards. " The arena lights shift, triggering some hoot and hollers from attendees situated at the floor level along with some screams of expectation. But the stage remains dark. Off to the side of the stage a screen starts playing a collage of pictures, featuring Nick and other musicians performed along with. As the photos flip through. There's the sound of plucking strings and a rhythmic beat playing through. At the end of the showing, it lands on photos of the members of Silver Round, dressed in their thematic wrapped up attire. The last one of Nick standing on stage Jack and Wade standing next to each other while Rod drapes an arm over the shoulder of the shorter Nick. "Aww..." Cecilia comments, "...Rod's going to like that." The photos pulse on the screen as a voice fills out over the system. Not recorded, but amplified on a microphone.     "For all who step in this view     Let these words ring true     We all need to get along     For this night of song.     A concert night is what we've all been praying     so Cecilia, I'm just saying     Let the music play     With no more turbulence today.     Let all under this roof     Adhere to this truth     There's no more conflict this day     For the rest of the night we just play.     And for those who came to cause trouble     pack up and go, set the pace double."
Lucifer	"You might as well let him be, Cecilia. He won't let it go, and to be honest, I do not wish him to." So much has gone on. So so much. Lucifer isn't going to let Nathaniel not have his night of ensuring safety for one and all. Not that it's all in vain, as it seems even Nick has his pulse on things that may go wrong with the evening. Hearing that spoken word in the way that Nick has for speak-singing spells. Hearing Cecilia's name called out has Lucifer giving a smirk. "Does he know you're here?" Finally there's a grimace. "I don't know if I want to talk to Raphael right now truth told." Not that he would lie, but still. "Suppose we'll run into him either way when we go backstage..." He shrugs then. Others he can feel. Though he's watching for the aftermath of that spoken verse. Of what happens when the person being invoked is also present side and center. Also... Where the fuck are their drinks?
Sinister	Sinister glances askance at Lucifer's words, but deins a fleeting little halfsmile as his eyes once again close. Faces and thoughts, they're marked. Some of them are just people that wanted to stir shit up, some are people in bad moods that planned on arguing with folks later, or at half time or ... whathaveyou, but some? Some had malicious intent. There's a long exhale from him, attempting to not truly listen to the coterie listings of the divine that are insitu, but it doesn't help. They do slide in. Where ARE their drinks? He sits himself down again, poised. Composed on the outside even if there's thoughts seething and roiling on the inside.
Nick Drago	Cecilia smiles, "...I may have stopped by around the sound check. I heard him writing that earlier. It's lovely, isn't it? A pre-show blessing." It's kind of funny. When frozen alcohol drinks are ordered, there's a general time to prepare them. There's this thing called a blender and- Well also the timing to make sure the drinks come out at the sa- Oh the hell with it. A server makes their way over to the box carrying a tray with each of their respective drinks with Lucifer's being handed out first. There ends up being a bit of an odd turn of events as the sources of the marked thoughts start to decrease from the proximity. There also appears to be a noted glimpse of a few persons heading out at a brisk pace. "I could get used to that opening every show, honestly." Cecilia comments.
Lucifer	Lucifer shifts to sit next to Nathaniel at this point, his gaze side-glancing at the Doctor. "Is it just because you're trying to shut out so many minds? You can't just...take a moment to relax?" Asking this because he's not sure if Nathaniel really has to keep his focus - not with everyone here. Different pantheons even...so Nick is in good company tonight. Drinks arrive. He takes his whiskey and sips at it. "Mmmn...perfection." Then he glances to Cecilia once more. "Well. He's used a few incantations around us, I guess I've gotten used to them and how effectively they work... but I could appreciate him using that one to begin every show - yes." Though it seems like the show is about to begin. So he settles back, lights himself and Nathaniel a cigarette each and prepares to enjoy.
Sinister	Purple rain in hurricane glass, thank you very much -- some of these places have crushed ice enmasse, to make sure that they don't keep their clients waiting, you know. It depends on the level of wealth being catered to, usually. "Well, there's close to sixteen thousand people here, not including the staff, all of whom are focused. On the music or their jobs. I am capable of stretching my mind quite thoroughly, but this is still a very densely packed, highly focused crowd. I think I've narrowed it down to three in sixteen thousand. I would call that good going, wouldn't you?" He sips, takes his cigarette, tilts his head a fraction and eases himself so that his hip and thigh bumps up against the devil's. And then, Cecilia, now graced with being taller than them both for being stood whilst they deferred in height to sitting... she is looked up upon. "I think he may have written your very own song, for peace and artistic expression. It might become a thing, you never know." Exhaling, he shakes his head. "I do have to wonder at the private enemies list. Getting one's hand on things could be achieved far easier than they've ever tried. I suppose the greater the organization, the lower the average intelligence ends up becoming."
Nick Drago	Maybe with some additional prep time there will be something more than an acapella rendition." Cecilia pauses to sip her acquired drink, "...At the very least, it will allow for him to keep performing. And considering the nature of his writing and that he displayed this one so publicly, it could benefit others." Cecilia looks to the large crowd. Sinister's wondering of an enemies list, looks over to the seated doctor. "If you're referring to Michael Nicholas ...You could ask Raphael for possible suggestions on where to look. The sources might be closer than you think." There's a smattering of cheers as the words die away only for a guitar to strum a couple notes before a drum starts to kick in a steady beat, kicking off another array of cheers. The lights around the drums pulse as a voice starts singing in the dark.     "I don't care what they say,     Just do it your own way.     Each and every day." Hands lift up as the recognized song starts up, several in the front row lift up their fists which soon gets illuminated as the entire stage flashes alive with a blast of pyro to the start of the chorus with some of the audience members chiming in at the top of their voices as well.     "Be You.     Take back your voice.     Be You.     You've got that choice.     Be You.     Be You." Standing upon the stage, hair wild and attire matched to character, Drago stands tall, microphone held to his lips as he struts around the stage, greeting the crowd with not a care in the world.     "You don't have to just do,     What they're paid to tell you.     To thy own self be true." At least that's how it looks. Just let it go. There's nothing left to do but put on a damn good show.
Lucifer	"You know... he really does put on a good show." Lucifer states while listening to Drago sing, watching him prance around the stage. "And he never changes himself. He's the same performer if it's for a huge crowd or a small club." At this point it's just enjoying the show right? Keeping eyes out for anyone who didn't listen to the warning. Perhaps even trying to determine if he can feel the others around. He'd be interested to see if someone like Genesius or Hildegard would want to have a conversation later. Over drinks. A side glance is given to Nathaniel again. At least hoping the man is enjoying his drink and smoke along with the show.
Sinister	"That would involve having a conversation with Raphael. I was merely making an observation, Cecilia..." Sinister replies mildly, softly. After this, there is simply a space being made for the music to fill the divide between them, rounding the entirety of distance with the power of sound -- how it can reach the hardest of minds, where nothing else can touch. He certainly -seems- to be enjoying the performance. And minds that were singled out, they are implanted with a very subtle suggestion at this point, as the englishman's eyes close serenely to the beat of a drum and strings of the Fundamentally Mortal instrument upon the stage. Just be there, or be square. Who knows what that will produce, at a later moment?
Nick Drago	"Be You.     Take back your voice.     Be You.     You've got that choice.     Be You.     Be You." Cecilia frowns at Sinister's words but she leaves the conversation at that. Here was not a time for arguing. Maybe, with time, that bridge will get mended. It just won't be her doing it.     "Don't give up all control,     Don't give them your own soul.     You're not a Goddamn role." As the exchange between singer and audience continues, each side encouraging the other, Cecilia looks back over to Lucier as he comments on Nick's showmanship. "Yes. He had very good teachers. I'll be sure to let them know of your praise." With the music in full bloom, Cecilia drifts to quiet, sipping her drink as she listens to the performance.     "Be You.     Take back your voice.     Be You.     You've got that choice.     Be You.     Be You..."