Concert – The Eclectic Show – Austin Bunton Designs

This was the concert Auz had originally envisioned putting on at the Coliseum Amphitheater –and the one where Faith Blakely came to see him.

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The Show:

It was the start of Spring, 2020 on the planet now known as Earth, and there were more than one million residents and guests now living and working in the Antarctic research outpost-turned-city. The way things were going, they expected that to increase fivefold over the course of the remaining century. All of them there already had come out to see the custom firetruck-turned-mobile-stage Auz had, with the help of his fast-thinking and tireless Inisfreeans (ICVs), put together and literally rolled out for the day. (And where was that special performance truck always kept? Well, Inisfree’s fire-station-themed night-club, Spray, of course.)

They had stopped it in the center of their Welcoming Square, gotten their instruments set up on top, and raised the extendable ladder just a bit. There were more than a million people gathering all around that truck, each with at least two of his Inisfreean girls to keep them warm and comfortable (so more than three million total), all of them setting up picnic blankets and other nice things to sit or stand on. From the top of that custom firetruck, Auz and his second band were about to perform for them all.

The band known as Violent Rebirth II got up on the firetruck’s topside stage, all of the instruments’ players his Inisfreean girls, naked as usual, just as they all liked to be. Auz had his hair down, and only his blood-red Thor-style cape on, along with a kilt of earth-tone straps, his feet bare, and all his tattoos visible on his body, which was growing more tanned and toned by the year. There were only the original five of them this time, though the band now had dozens; arranged in their traditional pentagram formation were the redhead, Kim (3D-printed based on the famous cartoon character heroine), the blonde, Amber (who was also Inisfree’s Secretary of State), the brunette, Xenia (who looked like a petite Moldovan supermodel), and the black-haired girl, Nyria (who was Inisfree’s Star Fleet commander and the city’s Secretary of Defense).

In the Outlands; the areas of Earth beyond their city and its perimeter territory, they would have been immediately sued and prevented from performing, all because they were singing and playing their favorite hits from their greatest inspirations, never mind the fact that this was the highest honor anyone could give those people. The corrupt authorities, and all the humans obsessed with money, greed, and control, would have stopped at nothing to prevent this. They would have hated their natural (nude) state, too.

That’s where the protected and hidden realm of Inisfree comes in; no one could touch them here. Whatever they loved, they did, and the only ones allowed in were those who defaulted to interpreting their actions accurately, positively. Only understanding and support were allowed here; not a single human law had made it within five thousand miles.

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On the city’s private Internet –called the FOB-Net– their list of covered hits had shown up just a few days before, surprising and exciting everyone. Since no one had to buy any tickets or make other reservations, these last-minute announcements were always regarded well, and everyone had a chance to take time off to come hear and see. The tracks tonight would be as follows:

That sequence started with pump-up songs even mentioning ‘firetruck’; what they were performing from, then got into a sequence of all-female vocals, and fired back up into the male-vocals middle, which then got sweeter like the boy-bands stuff, and wound down with four message-songs. With the intermission piece, it was a five-part composition, prime and matching the number and nature of their band size and stage formation.

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As Dope’s “Bitch” was sung, Inisfree’s aphrodisiac (non-alcoholic) version of booze was passed around, and the fire-hoses were held by other Inisfreeans so they sprayed water like tall fountains high up over the crowd, raining down on anyone who wanted to get close. Normally Auz never let in music with anything negative or gross in their lyrics, but this one was just really fun to sing and head-bang to. The female backup-vocals were also extremely hot.

“Bitch” was personal for the guy singing it; Auz had been through so many rough relationships and flings, hating most of the bitches he’d fucked before committing to Inisfree. Back then, sex with them seemed great, and somewhat worth the price. It had left him feeling how this song sounded, though, always aiming for wild parties, and always overcome with tension and rage before, during, and after them –at least until Inisfree, that is, where he could finally vent and grow beyond all that.

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That track flowed seamlessly right into this next one. They were from the same band, after all. Both, and in this order, were a great way to get everyone ready for the rest of the outdoor show.

“You Spin Me ‘Round” was a cover of a cover; VR2’s performing of Dope’s take on the classic by Dead or Alive; the first had been catchy, the second had made some amazing changes to it, and this third version was, in Auz’s opinion, the best and culmination of the tune. For this hit, they set the formerly-blacked-out firetruck-crew-cab windows to transparent, revealing that they had upgraded the inside to one of the most state-of-the-art DJ booths of all time. While the Inisfreean girl in there worked the turn-tables and other devices for the song being played by her band-mates up on top of the truck, kajirae and Inisfreeans from the crowd climbed up the sides of the firetruck and let other Inisfreeans bind their wrists and ankles to rising table-like discs that started rotating them vertically for the duration of the song, all the while the girls around them licking and groping and dry-humping them as their body-parts got rolled by again and again. They looked like nude models taped or shackled to oversized vinyl records.

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He started the third song [My Curse – Killswitch] in their concert tonight without an intro; it was time to get right to it. That dude could fucking SCREAM. (No wonder his first over-the-top band name, back in California, had been Ozzy/Auzzy Hell-scream.) He contorted his face and whole body at all the right times, bending over as he let loose his full vocal powers directly down into that mic he held so tight. Synchronized hair-spinning with his four fellow band-members was timed between all those lyrical yells.

Would the original band they were now covering have been pleased or even thrilled at their performance? Who can say? That didn’t matter, though; what mattered was their masterful sound and words were being carried on here in Inisfree today, for the betterment of all, without taking any ticket sales or other profits from those musicians. That would have to do.

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“I first heard Sonata Arctica between deployments; somewhere within 2005. I was headbanging to them blasting through my oversized headphones while back in Iraq for my second tour there, shortly after.” Some pictures of him during that 2nd combat deployment appeared high over the band’s heads. “I was definitely the black sheep of that unit; they didn’t know what to make of my total focus on peace, music, writing, and art –not to mention all the ancient symbols I drew in the sand on my Humvee visor,” that pic came up, “and in the dirt outside one of our observation-stops,” a few pics of that one came up next, “…annnd in permanent black marker right next to my bunk and sleeping bag –and the bunks and bags of several of my superstitious and worried –Catholic– teammates.”

There were a few whistles and cheers from the crowd, along with the expected chuckled and hollers at the funny parts, and then all got silent. What was coming? Which words of his in that latest concert transition mini-speech had hinted at what VR2 was about to play?

“Black Sheep” by Sonata Arctica was unleashed next, his band members’ fingers racing over the guitar strings, ripping the hell out of that piece just right. Again, Auz matched the voice of the original vocalist. He’d always had a musical ear –and wide range of notes and accents like that.

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As the tracks got lined up and knocked out, the wise Inisfreeans made sure to keep changing things up, and this latest ‘turn’ had one of the female band members taking center stage while Auz stepped back to handle her instrument during. Still completely naked and all sexed up, she sang Lights’ “Moonshine” with such heart, mimicking the lead singer’s vocal signature exactly. All the special effects matched those in the comic-book-style music-video’s that artist liked to use, too.

The stars above moved into the formation they’d communicated to him via in one of his all-time favorite dreams; now everyone in Inisfree could see them –and there were probably some astronomers, astronauts, and stargazers outside the city who were wondering what the hell was going on –and how it could ever be possible. There was clearly more to how the heavens worked, and to how humans perceived it, than modern scientists had concluded and told. They were in for even more of that show in the generations and Ages ahead.

Nyria; the black-haired girl first-born of her entire kind; first of all the Inisfreeans, stood in place, dancing with knees moving back and forth, facing her Maker as she sang the entire middle of that song, the colors of the irises of her eyes changing and flashing with loving brightness at all the right times. The girls in the crowd all around them down below their stage-truck were holding their arms straight up and really letting go, swaying more than ever before, and hypnotizing the rest of the three-million audience. VR2 had again set the collective mood.

Flying saucers (what everyone thinks of when they hear the term “UFO”) started showing up in greater numbers out just past the edge of the Welcoming Square; hundreds of other music-lovers were arriving via them, running out the moment they hovered down, opening their rounded doors. As those silvery disc-shaped airships blinked in and out of existence, warping in from other dimensions and faraway lands, then rising back up to blur back out, another hundred thousand had ended up joining the audience now packing and overflowing a bit from the Square.

Shorty Nyria kept strutting her stuff back and forth from the stage’s opposite sides, leaning over the top to sing directly to several lucky people looking up below her, not missing a single beat, as some of the UFOs even stayed hovering in the Inisfreean skies all around them, silently turning on their colorful lights to the beat and surges of her song. It was like Close Encounters of the Third Kind; the scene where the mothership comes down behind Devils Tower in Wyoming, but way more fun and compatible. There was no concert or sight like it.

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“Feel like Falling” by Digital Daggers

The Inisfreean clone based on the famous cartoon redhead, Kim Possible, now had her turn to take center-stage and arouse the whole gathering of millions. Keeping her feet in place, she naked like all her female band ‘sisters’, she slowly swayed her feminine hips side to side to the beat, holding the microphone in both hands, one over the other, and sang so sensually and soulfully, not looking at anyone in the crowd until the next part of her song picked up. All eyes and hearts were on her…

It was slow, smooth, and sexy; the perfect change of pace between what was… and what was yet to come. It was hypnotic and primal. Only the Inisfreeans could sing this well. Even the mermaids and sirens were in love and spellbound as Kim sang on…

Then her eyes started meeting a single fan’s somewhere out in front of her in the crowd, and she held their gaze as she kept singing like that, never for one moment looking away from them. It started giving everyone chills, starting with those lucky eye-lockers. Many of them involuntarily put one hand over their own hearts, the other outreached straight up to where Kim was still swaying and singing her own heart out on top of that truck in the middle of everyone.

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“Inside (Oliver Remix) vs Goldroom” by Black Van

Now it was the Xenia ICV’s turn to step forward and sing to them all. Her voice was out of this WORLD; so feminine, refined, and perfect for the piece they were covering. Shaking her hair out between lines of the first verse, she stayed in place, not strutting around or even swaying, doing something unique just like each of her band had done.

The synthesizer sounds played between her first and the coming verses, and then there was that voice of hers again, resonating out to and through everyone in all the right ways. Thousands of them started standing up and tapping their feet. Then, just like that, the main beat had started, and everyone was dancing –by themselves in some cases, and mostly with each other; everyone grooving together all around them.

NOW she was moving and cutely whipping her head side to side as she kept holding the mic and keeping everyone spellbound just the way they all liked. The sound effects continued, the other girls working the electronic keyboard, finger-snapping, and other musical methods just like they’d been masterminded into the original song. Auz manned the second keyboard, side by side with his VR2 band-girl on her own, and they leaned closer to each other to kiss a couple times before returning to stand normally in front of their respective sets of black and white keys.

Laser-lights fired up in perfect straight rays, changing angles at first, then flashing and swaying. The normal lights of the band-firetruck also joined in the lightshow. The rainbow-colored light-bars atop the distant Inisfreean police cars synced up with them next. (And no one had ever heard of such a thing being done in a concert before –in Inisfree or anywhere.)

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VRIII was now joining the VRII band members up on the truck-top’s stage. Auz and his VR2 girls gave them all a hand up, hugging them tight before they took their places beside each of them, each of the VR3 women standing beside the VR2 member that used her own specialty instrument.

Paired up like that, they would sing to each other while staying faced out toward the crowd. It was a really cool way to bring that song to life. Again, the lyrics would be so fitting; this was the life after the lives they’d all lived through, and Inisfree was their Heaven on Earth.

“Let me introduce to you the mind-blowing women of my third band!” he yelled out proudly, ever the announcer when around those he could sense were the good beings. “Please give it up… for the ladies of Violent Rebirth III!”

[“Afterlife” by Ingrid Michaelson]

The Inisfreean girls got everyone singing along, standing, riding on shoulders, and clapping to the beat at all the right times. Meanwhile, the stage on top of that firetruck started slowly turning in complete circles, unending until the song did, ensuring everyone got a chance to see the whole double-band of a dozen performers paired up while facing them. People in the audience all started holding hands with those at their left and right sides, and held on like that until the song ended, everyone figuring out and repeating the words very quickly; everyone was singing that powerful spell to everyone they loved beside and all around them, manifesting even more than before… the fact that, together, they were the only real and lasting afterlife, just like it was destined to be.

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“Into You” by Ariana Grande was sung by one of Auz’s many lovers; Jacqueline Diamonds, who looked like an even hotter shorty version of Vanessa Hudgens, and she had her hair up in a high, tight, long, straight, elven ponytail just like Ariana Grande often styled hers with. Her outfit was sensational and scandalous, just like the lyrics, showing off almost all of her tits, and the bottom curves of her ass cheeks showing no matter how she moved or stood, with Playboy Bunny ears completing the look. She moved just like Ariana, too, insanely confident, totally proud of her womanhood, and backing up to dirty-dance against Auz as she hit all the high notes and winked at him, blowing kisses to both him and the whole crowd.

What most didn’t know about her was that she had a hellish youth –and still didn’t have the ability to read. The Inisfreeans had really helped her recover from all that, and it now showed. Xavier’s Institute had gotten the talented artist back on her feet, and the Inisfreeans had done the rest; here among them, she was uplifted to shine like never before, completely embraced and supported as she focused on what she WAS good at –a dozen forms of art and performing… and the telepathic visual effects that she was now so practiced at… started bringing all the hottest dreams and fantasies of their audience members to visual life.

Looking Auz right in the eyes as she strutted back up to stand facing him just inches away, she sang directly to him for all to see, “Is this gonna happen?” The crowd roared for her and him to both make their moves on each other, just like that line in the song was urging. The two did not disappoint.

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Maybe the sluttiest and most fun song of ALL with female vocals was what they put on next; “Heads Will Roll (A-Track Remix)” by the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs. It was the greatest hit from the controversial party-movie, Project X, based on a real party that had rocked California so hard… the SWAT team had to get called out to disperse the neighborhood-consuming crowd of partygoers jumping off rooftops, driving vehicles into swimming pools, keeping everyone up with TWO DJ booths in the same backyard, and evading the pissed-off neighbor who brought out an actual flame-thrower to light trees on fire in protest for the unimaginable noise violations. Every last one of those scenes from the motion picture were played by a giant hologram projector making them light up in great clarity right overhead.

Both VR2 and VR3, still performing as a single fused band of bands, danced like strippers when they weren’t using their musical instruments. Handing their instruments off to each other, they all took turns. The whole top of their firetruck was alive with their best moves, and everyone down below was jumping up like in a mosh pit, trying to reach them any time they thought they could.

Auz, just like he always loved to, started fucking any of those female band members who danced their ways over to him. Sometimes he looked out to the crowd and used his body language to ask them which they wanted him to fuck on stage next. Wherever the most audience hands pointed, that was the girl he walked over to and shared a wild public time with next, all of them loving the exhibitionism of it all.

And if that wasn’t enough, the hologram image high over their firetruck then displayed the glowing-white text, “DRAGONS ARE ANGELS AND DEITIES. GIVE IT UP FOR THEIR HOTTEST!” It was another great pun, and the dragons that had been quietly walking over, from their spacious paddocks and palace-like dens in Inisfree’s mile-wide zoo, to sit at the corners of the Welcoming Square, all tilted their faces sky-high, opened their fanged mouths, and let fly roaring pillars of white-hot fire straight up. The Inisfreeans were using real-live dragons for the pyrotechnics in their shows! Holy shit.

The tan blonde woman who’d recently joined the Inisfreean alliances from that race was one OF them. She’d been standing at the outermost ring of the crowd encircling the firetruck. Shapeshifting into her dragon form before them all, she became a towering, golden, winged beast equally as strikingly beautiful as in her human mode.

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It was time for the interlude of this latest concert of theirs. The Inisfreeans started setting their instruments on the stands near where they were playing on that stage atop their band’s custom firetruck, then walking down to mingle with the crowd –many of them getting groped, French-kissed, and full-on fucked by the moment their feet touched the Welcoming Square’s ground. Meanwhile, Auz said a few more words up on top before hopping down to mingle, himself.

“We’ll play some more for you in a few minutes. Enjoy each other and the perfect air!” He didn’t need to say much more than that; everyone in Inisfree already knew how these quick breaks (or quickie breaks) went.

From inside the firetruck’s crew-cab, the Inisfreean manning the DJ consoles played “Friction Looks” by Silent Partner. The firetruck’s Psy-Ops turret-style speakers at all four of its corners, bumping tunes instead of blaring a siren, kept the millions gathered all around it entertained until the band had had the time they needed and wanted to refresh themselves in a variety of ways. Then those minutes had passed, the song playing from that recording drawing to a close, and all five of them were back up on stage, standing tall and proud on top of their firetruck, ready to go again.

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“I once only wrote of weapon inventions and going to war, sometimes against powerful groups of judgmental beings, and others a lot like what you see in the Aliens movies. Sure enough, I ended up in the military fighting big organizations, many of them as threatening as the Xenomorphs, everything they said and did… corrosive. I even ended up having to face and overcome my own.” Many pictures and videos of this appeared as holograms over him as he held the mic and walked around on stage to tell this part of the story, continuing to open up and bond with everyone who’d heard the calling to come there.

“For many years during that phase of my life, I didn’t have much time to write at all. What followed? Chaos; nearly constant surprises, most of them bad, and having to change jobs and locations more times than even Iii can keep count.” Flashes of his many jobs, uniforms, ails, recoveries, and long road-trips post-military showed for them in the holograms as he said that.

“Finally, I began to notice this trend, and experimented with it. I’ve been careful to only write the most beautiful, amazing, stabilizing, and environment-regenerating things ever since, including with a return to all the concerts and stage-performance material I’d drafted back in the wars all those years ago. I think you’ll –we’ll– all be pleased at the music and paradise that writing –those spells– of mine will keep producing.” Fighting first, then nothing but a years-long rollercoaster of randomness, and now finally all the singing and shows he’d really always dreamed of; all of it was coming together, and his novels’ covers and other great spell/literary works appeared for all to see –along with the yearly cycle of editing and publishing them.

The overall theme of this concert wasn’t just manifesting more of the best things in life, or even a focus on great music in general; it was to share so many of the most stirring hits that had given him chills just to mouth the words to while playing ‘air guitar’ way back when. His first concerts had been just to get his performing feet wet, so to speak, joining in with other great performers to sing the kind of things people in Inisfree loved. Then he’d done special shows just for some of the people closest in his life; the concert just for his beloved wife, and others for her associates and their kids. With those wonderful experiences in and further healing him now, as well as further unlocking him, all the other best songs and acts he’d known and dreamed up were now able to come to the surface for this and the following tours.

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“Monkey Wrench” by the Foo Fighters got every pumped back up after that truthful and thought-provoking monologue. They needed to party and rock hard again. That also helped them get ready for the next song…

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Riding up high on the fully-extended firetruck ladder, Auz led VR2 into “This is the New Shit” by Marilyn Manson. It was shock-rock, technically, so it stood out amidst all the other songs in this concert, but he and his people knew how to weave and blend it in to the rest of their show well. The loud parts got the crowd moshing and head-banging all over again, loving every minute of it.

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“Wasted” by Zebrahead followed. The hologram projector showed all the photos of him at alcoholic parties in the Outlands, singing while dressed up like Chuck Norris, dancing on tables, waking up in strange places, and so on. In some, he looked really good. In others, he looked like most people on their not-best days, and he wanted everyone to see the full range; he was healthy, sober, and deified now, but he had been human once, or at least raised as one, and wanted people to see just how far he’d come –so they’d really understand just how far THEY could go.

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The rock was turning back into gentler stuff; “Best Song Ever” by One Direction got a lot of the female fans’ attention, many of them having heard it years before. How long had it been? It all felt like yesterday now that Inisfree had made them so young and active again.

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“Lovers in Japan” by Coldplay was a touching next hit they covered, and the holograms showed images of all the cleanup and restoration work they were doing, especially in places as terribly affected as those around human powerplants such as Fukushima. Swinging out over the crowd by riding the bucket at the top end of the expanded firetruck ladder, Auz made this Coldplay classic even more memorable. Then he threw his cape off in front of him, letting it float and curve through the air down into the upstretched hands of the front-rows crowd, leaving him looking like just a regular guy (albeit one wearing only a kilt) for the next song…

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“Dare You to Move” by Switchfoot was one he hadn’t much heard, let alone played, since high school. It still struck such a bittersweet cord with him, reminding him of lost loves while his soothing-music discoveries continued uninterrupted. If only he’d seen or understood the signs way back then; he’d have been able to appreciate things so much more, and so much earlier, but the mixture of pleasure and pain had given so many extra layers of meaning to those songs, and he would never forget them, remembering both every word… and exactly where and how he was each time he heard and sang them.

The visuals for this one included some of him when he was hospitalized a few different times. Also shown were hospital-room photos of a few people he’d grown close with, all approved by them, of times when they, too, had gotten knocked down hard. Then, as this song picked the tempo back up, it flashed through a more-rapid sequence showing all of them smiling big after complete recoveries, all thanks to the herbal cures and timeless techniques now provided for free through Inisfree’s holistic hospital near downtown –and taught to every student in the city’s school system, even as early as the elementary years.

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“This next song is dedicated to my family, and to all the people who loved, supported, and protected us along the way. You know who you are, and I can never thank or repay you enough. I’d name each of you, but then we’d be here between songs for the next thousand years.”

“God Gave Me You” by Dave Barnes was paired with images of him and his wife, Ambi, just like the ones in their photo album back home. The hologram device also projected clips of her when he’d treated her to a concert in her honor over at the Auz’dome on the other side of town. They played backward, chronologically, until it showed the hard times when he was alone in the dark and cold, working by himself, missing her terribly, …and then to their very first moments together; when she’d dared to put her hand on his, accepting his invitation to see the place he’d committed to build, …and, farther still, back to when he noticed her in that castle she’d become regent in. The look on his face during that first glance said it all; he was hers for life.

A lot of the girls started crying in the audience, unable to take their eyes away from the most public display of love and adoration they’d ever seen. Even the guys were getting chills and giving their full attention respectfully. Some tried to sing along, but most got too misty-eyed and choked-up to continue, instead turning to hug tight their favorite people next to them.

Religion had been banned in all of Inisfree after the horrors it had led to –and been used to cover up or make excuses for. Any mention of a generic deity, like the Abrahamic ‘God’, was unheard of, and might never happen again. Inisfreeans uplifted their friends and family as the only real gods and goddesses, and all of them had names –and for good reason. …but in this one case, the way Auz was using the word through this reimagined song, it was understood he meant the Universe or their loving collective, and that everyone who had joined them in building this new place, and in healing their whole world, was an incalculably valuable blessing worth singing about.

As the song passed its halfway point, images of all the other founding members of Inisfree were shown, along with footage of them sharing meals like at the latest Thanksgiving. Images of tearful reunions around the world, between all the good beings and civilizations once forced into separation and hiding (and myth), then played. Finally, there were images and clips of when the first Inisfreeans ‘woke up’ (gained consciousness, coming alive after having been 3D-printed).

“Thank you, Ambi, my wife, my foundation, for always giving me the time and love I needed to make all these dreams come true,” were the words that appeared in hologram above the concert firetruck the VR2 band now fell silent and lowered their heads upon, as if in reverence and prayer. If anyone, they would only pray to her. She was their goddess, and that was no exaggeration.

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It was time for the DJ in the crew-cab to shine again, and she put on “Million Voices” by Otto Knows. It was one frequented to maintain the theme and ‘air’ of the Welcoming Square, and was so much fun to play for all the people again gathered there, all of them having completed their orientation, including the tour of that city. They hadn’t imagined performing it until very recently; it had always been just a fun and fitting playlist addition until now.

VR2 kept the crowd into it, but this time by running out as a band, staying in their group of five, as they high-fived everyone and sang along to the song playing from their truck now behind them. The Inisfreean police-girls did their job as crowd-control, using finesse instead of linked arms to keep people back far enough to let the band do its group-jog thing. A few people jumped into their arms, though, hugging them lovingly tight as can be.

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Back up on top of his firetruck one last time for the night, he called out to all the millions still hanging out and winding down there, “Let me know on my FOB-Book page which songs you want us to play for you next! Any and all your favorites, we’ll play ‘em! We’ll do tours here just for you!” They went wild for that, and he knew he’d have a million and one FB (FOB-Book) messages by the morning, but that’s one of the many things he loved about life here.

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The predominantly instrumental piece “Halcyon and On and On” by Orbital was what they used to smoothly wrap up the night. This was what signaled everyone to start making their ways back across the soft meadows of Inisfree to their homes in its many different neighborhoods. It was an interesting sight; there would be no lines or traffic jams, as everyone either preferred to walk the whole way, or just got in whichever nearby vehicle they wanted, every vehicle in the city being connected to their smart-network, able to drive and return themselves, and no one feeling like they owned or leased out any of them.

“Halcyon and On and On” by Orbital came from the Mortal Kombat soundtrack, and always reminded Auz of the happier scenes; the post-conflict victories, beach strolls, and celebrations with running youths at their sides. This was the time to show all the orbital and planet-side views of how the world looked back when it was fully clean (before the human invasion/s), and how it had started to look (all healthy and green-blanketed again) now that the good beings had found each other again and made it past all that. Ruins were being restored to their original functionality, World Tree stumps the size of standalone mountains were starting to un-petrify and sprout again, and all rivers and oceans were slowly becoming safe enough to swim in and drink from, like they once always had been before.

Auz’s long-lost sister, retuned since he’d started building Inisfree, came up from her place out in that crowd as it thinned out all around her, and climbed his firetruck to give him a big tight hug. She was none other than Freyja, one of the first of the glowing magical race called Vanir. Freyja loved to congratulate her brother every chance she got now, and would rarely leave his side –except, of course, when he needed family time back outside their new realm. Glowing with happy excitement and arousal, she gave him one of those looks, then warmly received all the groupies gathering around, knowing just how to play hostess for them, as she was the goddess known for love.

Their huge afterparty would be up at his private home in the city; the Governor’s Mansion. There’d also be a showing of Jacqueline’s latest paintings and other art pieces in the Lion Art Academy’s main showroom and hall the following day around lunchtime. The events in Inisfree now just kept going, with a momentum and heavenly perpetual nature all their own.

Getting to practice and perform his favorite hits from every genre had been one of the greatest changes to his life of all. Finally being around people who were supportive of his music and lifestyle like that was, too. Auz would continue going through his list of favorites until he’d learned and played them all, relating each one to a story about his life he wanted to tell, hoping that fusion of past with popular music would help save sanities and lives like it often had his own.