New Eden Zedicon – Austin Bunton Designs

Abbreviated as N.E.Z. or NEZ, this is the all-ICV music-band started by the final ICV, Zedicon Prime.

Table of Contents:

Introduction
Compared to Auz’s Bands
Planned Music-videos
Concert Template
Fusion
Pics
Vids
Playlist

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Introduction:

Being made by such a musical man with so many songs, music videos, and concerts already under his belt, it should come as no surprise that his latest daughter inherited those instincts and talents. Also like him, after years of merciless studies/academia, she felt it was time to switch into a better work-life balance, specifically one with much more time thinking up, rehearsing, and performing music and visuals of her own. It didn’t take much to get four bandmates, and then some dancers, and of course groupies and bodyguards, on board.

NEZ began.

Right away, they planned to perform in every region of New Eden. This was Also a lot like how Z’s father planned things; go everywhere, offer inspiring things to as many good people as possible, etc..

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While My music vids are just covers finetuned to have only attractive ppl/fashion in them, sexier female vocals, sometimes a better instrumental part or sound effect, and occasional hetero’ sex,
Zedicon’s music videos are sex the entire time, such as he squatted or doing the splits while being fucked while she sings.
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Find the text file w difs and reason btwn my badns and hers

Do not copy Any of My musicvids pg songs to her pg; only put dif ones on her pg

While she sings the nyria nicknames song, she is doing each of those nickname things to the lyrics

She makes a music vid about each sexuality Fave of mine (in the Favorites category/list, on my Auz’s Sexuality webpage).

Music vid about each formsake

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Compared to Auz’s Bands:

Why have N.E.Z. perform my list of favorite songs/videos (I already performed)?
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VR2 and VR3 were mostly to just fix a few lyrics, vocal signatures, and music-video aspects of human-made songs,
and perform Some of my favorites in concerts I designed (while other songs are just played for fun in my Jam Shanty),
only viewable to compatible people in my realm,
and make music videos for songs which didn’t have corresponding videos,
almost all in English.
I kept male vocals male.
I perform each of my concerts one time, never touring, always scheduled on exact dates, years in advance, for free (no ticket sales).
Dozens of my first concerts are commemorated/memorialized as big framed wall-art in the ICGM.
One concert to kickstart every anchoring of Inisfree in an allied realm is planned.
Consciousness-focus-unifying/shifting concerts are planned millennia ahead.
Hundreds of thousands more; ‘christening concerts’ are planned for the Coliseum or Auz’dome in each of the 219,000 Inisfree-like cities of/in SSA – plus on the SSBS, as well as at least one of Inisfree’s fleet‘s PSBSs and MSBSs.
Female band members and female audience members are always naked.
Sex on stage is almost ‘universal’.
The entire audience is welcome at the afterparties.
Kajirae are always part of the entertainment.
Sometimes the stage-firetruck is used.
Sometimes I DJ.
Zedicon did not exist for the first ~couple dozen millennia of these concerts of mine; she would not have been able to join my bands.
I focus on being full-body with people who are compatible with me; most of the time, I do not feel called to perform a concert (and typically perform only one to two per Earth-season).
I perform a concert whenever I feel it is an appropriate milestone.
I do not use my two bands to spread awareness about my businesses.
I have two bands.
I only wear what resonates perfectly with me for me.
I started drafting concerts in the 2010s, and started performing them about as soon as Inisfree became operational.
I spend months to years planning my concerts.
I mostly perform concerts in Inisfree (usually four a year), and less often (once a year for my children at the cabin, for example) outside it.
I rarely attempt to make a music video more than once per Earth-season.
I also drafted concerts my bands are not part of; Welcoming Ceremony playlists, etc..
I collaborate only with musicians approved to be in my realm.
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N.E.Z. is using the lyrics, vocal signatures, and music videos I already fixed, but with whatever Zedicon’s genius realizes will make them even More appealing to me (and/or relatable to New Edeners; asteroid-mining, route-lines connecting stars, etc.),
performing All my favorites (incl. bittersweet songs once only played in my Jam Shanty),
outside my realm,
viewable to any Outlander interested,
in New Eden languages and dialects,
AND now performing Suno- and other-A.I.-made songs.
She sings some lyrics which originally were sung by males, when they sound sexy for a female with her voice to sing.
Zedicon performs her first concert on as many worlds, and in as many space stations, as book her, touring casually (only one show per week, if that, and sometimes spontaneously), almost always at cost (ticket sales).
N.E.Z. concerts are NOT commemorated/memorialized as big framed wall-art in the ICGM, even though photos of them could easily be angled or edited to only show appropriate people.
N.E.Z. concerts do not kickstart relocations of a city, or help update/’patch’ a collective’s consciousness, or ‘christen’ (for a grand opening) any venue; they are just for fun.
Band members and female audience members sometimes wear clothes, and rarely have sex on stage.
A small percentage of the audience goes to the afterparties.
No kajirae are present, though different types of New Eden (lesser) slaves might be.
Only Outlands vehicles familiar to New Edeners are used.
Zedicon does not just DJ; she always performs as part of N.E.Z..
Sometimes I sing/perform with her.
Zedicon and her bandmates love to perform as often as their is interest, whether that is weekly or just monthly.
N.E.Z. performs a concert anytime an Outlander pays enough for one.
N.E.Z. helps raise awareness of our campaign to spread our Soliara-based businesses throughout New Eden.
Zedicon has one band.
N.E.Z. members wear just about whatever their audiences will like seeing them wear (excl. any evil nonsense, of course, such as relig/trans insanity).
I foresaw Zedicon’s first concerts in the 2020s, and she will start performing them in 23364.
Zedicon is able to plan and debug/perfect a concert within seconds.
N.E.Z. mostly performs concerts in New Eden (~52 per Earth-year), and much less often (maybe once per Earth-year) in my realm.
N.E.Z. makes a new music video as soon as Zedicon gets an idea for one, and it takes them mere minutes to hours to complete each video.
Zedicon only plans concerts and music videos N.E.Z. will perform.
Zedicon collaborates with some Outlander musicians.

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VR2 honored its namesake by taking my music to the correct level they couldn’t.
VR3 honored the musical perfection of my singer/musician wives.
VR2 happened shortly after The Rapture Campaign.
VR3 happened years after VR2.

vs.

N.E.Z. honors the good aspects of New Eden.
N.E.Z. happened as the final foreseen compatibles (such as Mairi) were prescreened.

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I was working with barely-released not-really-A.I..
My music videos took weeks to make.
All my music video ideas took centuries to turn into finished products.

Zedicon is not only working with real A.I., but A.I. perfected over millennia.
Her music videos take minutes to make, if not merely seconds.
All her music videos took only a year or two to make.

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I spent a year or two drafting my music videos production schedule baseline, allotting centuries for it.
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Zedicon’s music videos have had millennia to be made and perfected,
and she Started with a premade schedule baseline, thus was able to launch straight into touring, and continue touring without needing much time in a studio or film set.

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Planned Music-videos:

New Eden map being turned at times during the song when it works well with the music,
every constellation is a different note,
the cluster divided into five even parts, one for each band member,
touching different star dots causes all their jump-gate connections to light up with them.
–bassist centered in Caldari territory
–drummer centered in Minmatar territory
–guitarist centered in Gallente territory
–keyboardist centered in Jove territory
–vocalist centered in Amarr territory
–dancers as all the inventory ppl/livestock icons now animated

Showing every item icon in the game, using five grids of them, one per band member, as the notes/keys/buttons

Revealing follow-on skills and ship-trees as a progression caused by the notes of the song

(also using the New Eden map) The colonization process, cataclysm (quiet 2nd part), stationary buildup (3rd part), and resumation of colonization (last part/s) to the (in-game) present day.
–bassist centered in Caldari territory
–drummer centered in Minmatar territory
–guitarist centered in Gallente territory
–keyboardist centered in Jove territory
–vocalist centered in Amarr territory
–dancers as all the inventory ppl/livestock icons now animated

The eve players being annoying demonic negatives / low-vibes… is the latest lull helping me refocus on my music/flow/fullness. It all works out.

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Concert Template for Amarr Venues:

https://forums.eveonline.com/t/zs-mini-concerts/508378

Preface:

This thread is for the songs Zedicon Prime covers as she (casually) tours the galaxy. She isn’t so much ‘on tour’ as she is just sightseeing while spontaneously performing for crowds small and large wherever she happens to be exploring. Since (at first) there’s no way to buy tickets or even know where she is going to suddenly start singing and dancing, it makes for quite the thrill whenever anyone happens to be where she shows up and does this.

No credit is claimed for the songs. They are just some favorites, and I hope RP-ing her covering them helps bring more support to the artists who created them.

The following is a short concert of nine songs. If you listen to each, it will be roughly 32 minutes (the average concert being 1.5 to 3 hours) for the whole performance. That’s about the same amount of time as many (other bands’) opening acts.

Zedicon will be performing it at various entertainment hotspots in both high-sec and beyond.

Just like her dad and mom, she stayed ‘down-periscope’ for months or even years at times, charging up, growing, thinking of amazing stuff, and then, without warning, …went supernova –in the best of ways. Tonight, the girl who many often regarded as just a bookworm… turned entertainer, diva.

The Show is About to Begin:

In Gottin’s Lamp tonight, there was a small band setting up in the back corner, away from the bar. All of them looked like college-age women. They were focused on their work, and familiar with setup.

Their hair was all intricately braided, each braid unique, their hair so long it went down to their behinds, and the colors were mermaid-vibrant;
~the guitarist’s hair was an almost-neon lime-green, worn in a thick braided ponytail resting in front of one shoulder,
~the keyboard player’s was a hypnotic violet, in quad-tails (two pairs of pigtails)
~the bassist’s was cyan, worn in side buns like Princess Leia’s,
~and the drummer’s was yellow-orange, braided like a crown.
~Only Z’s (pink-orange) hair was just down her back, looking like a cascading waterfall of fire, plus a couple side-strands framing her face.

Their outfits were couture, form-fitting as can be, but covering their flesh, neck to toe, showing only their faces and hands, out of respect for the traditional Amarr whose territory they were performing in tonight.

Each of them had a mic in front of their position on stage, and not just at the level of their musical instruments; all of them would be joining in for layered vocals, from time to time.
They must have been some of her friends from Soliara.

What do their instruments look like?
The bass guitar looks like an orbital customs office.
The drum-set looks like a mining station built around asteroids.
The guitar looks like one of the player-owned stations or refineries.
The keyboard looks like a jump gate at a nearly horizontal angle.
Z’s microphone looks like a capsuleer pod.

Dozens of guests had been entering Gottin’s Lamp for half an hour before Z’ and her band got there. They all ordered drinks and light snacks, then helped each other with introductions before picking tables to sit around. The place was packed to capacity. It would be only standing-room if anyone else decided to stop in.
Gottin’s was a bar, so of course people there could drink. That said, she made sure, well in advance, they understood they could only chill at her place for the afterparty if they arrived and stayed sober.

Every table was given a candle, but not just a votive in a normal clear glass (shotglass-like) cylinder; they were inside stained-glass figurines of different New Eden creatures and storybook scenes, with pinholes allowing starlight-like spots out in all directions, the candle flame within making those dots of light seem to dance/sway. ( example )

She had hired a team of waiters and waitresses, too, ensuring the dozens in attendance tonight all got served during the ~30-second pauses between the 9 songs.
Here in Amarr space, the waiters were basically in tuxedos, and the waitresses looked a bit like less-provocative French maids (formal here, not showy).

NOT POSTING DURING FIRST IN-GAME CONCERT:
In Caldari space, she’d again hire local servers, those dressed in business casual, ‘business smart’, and preppy.
In Gallente space, the male servers would look like Chippendales dancers, and the females dressed like Playboy Bunnies.
In Minmatar space, servers would be in different tribal fashions, venue by venue, based on who would be in the audience, sometimes looking like Native Americans, for example.
In fringe/null/pirate space, they might not have on anything at all, save perhaps a speedo for the men.

When a couple people (one man and one woman, both in modest Amarr fashions) walked in from the hallway and posted up around the band, everyone now ready on stage, it was clear those last arrivals would be doing backup dancing.
Normally there would be 14 dancers (seven men, and seven women) moving into formation around her band, between her band and the audience, but in small venues such as Gottin’s Lamp, which has a capacity of 50 people, there would only be two dancers (one man and one woman), so there could be up to 43 audience members instead of 31. A few dozen of Z’s friends were invited to this mini concert which would help her iron out the performance before she performed it in additional venues, and five band members plus two dancers plus 36 friends left room for seven corporation members to attend.

It was now 6 PM.

Song #1:
~overall: beach vibes, for a smooth start, easing the audience into their genre of music
~stage/lighting colors: pastels
~backup dancers: For this first song, their dance style was couples romantically slow-dancing, then holding hands overhead while the female rotated full-circle at times, with a few hula moves worked in for extra fun.
~meal portion offered: Z had also set this concert up to be a free 9-course dining event; right before this first song started, the waiters and waitresses had brought out mocktails (like cocktails, but non-alcoholic; just fruity, light, and healthy, to help whet the audience’s appetites)

~Without much adieu, Z just strolled up on the stage, low-key, humble-looking, wearing not one of her usual sundresses, but a longer and more opaque one, its material soft-looking, comfortable, its pattern of pastel-colored palm-trees, a very soothing visual theme, her arms carefree out at her sides at slight angles, and then she took hold of the mic from its stand, and began swaying side to side to the tempo of the instrumental intro fading in, not unlike how palm leaves and trunks can, while looking down or keeping her eyes closed, getting into the first lines, slowly building up her volume and confidence.
~Her dress’s mild cool and neutral colors contrasted strikingly with her fiery almost-glowing hair.
~As she had entered, the natural fragrance of wildflowers gently filled the air.

~The stage was lit to look like a sandy beach during a gentle sunrise or sunset, somewhat colorful but not as much as the band members’ hair colors. Clips of New Eden’s most beautiful beach-resort views (from a hundred terrestrial and ocean planets) played and transitioned on the wall behind her, gradually fading from one to the other, as if in a dream-state, matching well with the feel of the music.

REMINDER: POST THE VIDEO LINK NEXT, NOT THIS SONG RIGHT BELOW

~Song-start: Since the drummer wasn’t otherwise needed on her instruments at the start, she handled the fingers snapping.
Meanwhile, the guitarist, bassist, and keyboardist kept their heads tilted down a bit, their eyes on their own instruments as they played. Z did the same, as if entirely lost in the singing, not paying attention to anyone or anything else around her. She was very soulful.

~0:55: At the high note of the ~55-second mark, she raised her non-mic hand, turning it this way and that until she finished hitting that note, her eyes still closed, as if savoring a happy memory, or trying to will a fantasy into manifesting.

~1:27: At the “every laugh hits my chest-” part, she was smiling big as she kept singing, and the projector put little clips of her on her back, in a sundress, on a wildflowers meadow, soft grass, the soothing dimness of evening turning into nightfall, blurred town lights on the horizon just out of focus, her head turning to look with love in her eyes at the actor in this scene, really into him.
Their hands slowly… almost nervously… eventually dared to move together, and start gently touching… before they took hold of one another that way, and kept holding on, lovingly firmly.

~1:49: Finally, mid-song, her free hand resting over her heart, she looked out at the patrons and guests watching her, making eye contact with them, as if singing to each, one at a time, holding their gaze unless they looked away. She connected with everyone that intimately, as if imagining they all were feeling butterflies with her.

Song #2:
~overall: FASTER, CONTRASTING W/ THE MILDER COLORS, and the 1ST EBB of this concert (because of its colors and lyrics, obviously not because of its quicker beat)
~colors: FROM PASTEL TO NEUTRALS/GRAYS
~backup dancers: breakdancing like in Step Up, and like in You Got Served, plus occasionally doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk move
~meal portion offered: corossol/graviola/guyabano/soursop (fried and seasoned to taste like swordfish filets) sliders (bite-size burgers between buns with interesting toppings chosen by chefs to pair well with the filets/patties)

~For this next song, the overhead projector made the stage-surface look like that of a moon or major asteroid, with lots of detailed craters, and occasional plumes of moondust ejected to the beat, the colors of the partially-exposed valuable-ore also changing, verse by verse.

~Song-start to 0:17: screen shows sudden approaches toward moons, from the POV of ships exiting warp
~0:18-0:27: screen shows her warping in to join numerous fleets over the years, all across New Eden
~0:40: screen shows her noticing a new message alert on her mobile, and clearly her heartrate is going up as she decides whether to reply
~As the first minute was complete, and the beat picked up, she began turning her head side to side, to speak those next lines to each band member as they met her gaze, all of them starting to grin.

~She seemed to stand up on her tiptoes at 1:16,
and then… at 1:22…
Here was the surprise: For this song, she had set up something unseen (maybe a harness under her outfit, which she could be lifted up by?), like the great stage magicians often do, so it would look like she’s in zero-G for some of this song, floating gracefully, her hair swaying like it was underwater. It was like the slow-motion version of an “aerial silk” dance.
Her toes left the stage, she seemingly no longer held down by the force everyone else in the room still was held down by. She kept singing as if this was completely normal. Up and up she rose, until she was several feet above the stage, a whole head or two above all her bandmates, her legs almost dangling, swaying, she now grooving/dancing while suspended mid-air.

~1:51: “We said it’s done” -screen shows a fleet ending, the ships parting ways after being tethered at the nearby station
~1:53: “then we rewind” -screen shows her in a jump-gate tunnel on her way back home
~1:55: “same pattern, different time” -screen shows her shuttle approaching another station on another day

~2:05, for “back on my knees”, she moved her feet up behind her, so her pose went with those words.
Images of moons ‘popping’ all over New Eden, and fleets warping into view to start ‘munching’ the pulled rocks, flashed in sequence to the beat.
~By 2:37, she was lowered back down, smoothly… until her toes met the stage again, and then she started bending over… and was headbanging and kicking at 2:57 and onward.
~3:11, she stood tall, leaning back a bit, head back, chin high, as she yell-sang that line.
Behind her and her band, the scene on the wall was of Planetary Industry/Interaction space-elevators doing their thing.

~At 3:31 of this track; the lyric “Every time I get too close-”, she and one of the other band members grabbed each other and arousingly yanked each other so close they were almost touching while she finished singing this song.
Now the screen had worm-hole entries and exits happening on it –another fitting pairing with the gravity-based lyrics.
~3:38, their stage lit up like the colorful blinking squares of an old-fashioned disco-techa dance-floor. The screen behind/above them was showing footage of big mining fleets, and when their lasers began firing at the targeted asteroid, the laser lightshow of this concert began, firing different colors out over the audience, each one turning on and off, and suddenly moving this way and that, to the faster beat, everything suddenly turning off at the final note.
~Now ALL the band members were floating up a bit for the last seconds of the song. They would be lowered back down to the stage as it ended.

Song #3:
~overall: MID-SPEED; the 2ND FLOW of this concert
~colors: OF ALL PRECIOUS METALS (GOLD, ETC.) AND STONES (COLORFUL GEMS)
~backup dancers: disco and pop moves like in Saturday Night Fever
~meal portion offered: Wagamama NYC Ramen Short-ribs Soup (by the cup; no bowls)

~Suddenly, at the start of this song, her normally pink-orange hair became completely white and gold, of alternating locks of those distinct and striking, unnatural colors.
~Song-start to 0:14: Clips of: the signature white-and-gold Amarr spaceships and space stations, with CGI making their pinpoints of light from their portholes blinking like LEDs to the beat. (When she performed this mini concert in non-Amarr territories, the ‘nicer’ (high-end) ships and stations of the people who ruled the systems she would then be performing in would instead be what was shown on the screen/wall behind her band, with the ‘skins’/paintjobs most popular to those locals. This was to celebrate the artistic space-worthy creations of each group of people.)

~0:15: “lights up, I walk in slow” -The projector showed footage made within her family’s Victorieux civilian space-yacht, she taking her time strutting in to the slow beat, the camera moving smoothly through it, clearly on stabilizers. It was VERY well appointed, fully furnished with the finest everything the galaxy had to offer. They had spared no expense.
~0:18: “velvet air and silver glow… oh… oh… oh” -screen shows her tan fingertips slowly gliding on the surface of some velvety high-end pillow, then passing over silver and electrum finery.
During every “oh…” her fingertips touch another high-end material/item.
Even the canopies of the beds in the guest rooms had little diamonds sewn into them in diagonal plaid-like grids.
~0:27: “I’m luxury-” camera turns to face her as she grins, resting a hand over her heart, still taking her time strutting through the yacht.

~0:32: “livin’ the life” Handsome strong males walked into view in one of those clips up on the screen, all of them in high-end Amarr masculine fashions, and in unison they began lifting up her palanquin (carry-throne on two parallel carrying/shouldering horizontal poles) as she crossed her legs and sang the rest of this song. (To make sure this didn’t trouble anyone who might think it looked like slaves working for her, they were not dressed as slaves, but as eligible bachelors.)
~That footage was also to help raise awareness that Aridia has plenty of high-end attractions now; this music video doubled as a tourism ad aiming to attract major investors to the region, helping the empire further develop and stabilize it.

~1:03: screen now showing her dancing/swaying her way through several dozen guests aboard that yacht of her father’s, having a very fancy party.
~On stage in Gottin’s this whole song, Z stood in a bold stance when she wasn’t briefly strutting between band members, posing, vogueing, sometimes grinning and winking over her shoulder. She also tossed her hair with the air of an heiress about her, practically dripping with wealth and suitors.

Song #4:
~overall: CHILL BUT SOMEWHAT FAST; FUN
~colors: EARTH TONES AND NATURE GREENS
~backup dancers: country/line/square dancing like in Footloose
~meal portion offered: mini smoothies; in shot glasses, each with a long toothpick speared through sliced fresh fruits, brought directly from her family’s main farm’s latest harvest

~Song-start to 0:14: Now played a couple short clips of her riding horses on her vast Soliara ranch, her bright pink-orange hair like a cape in the breeze while each horse she was on galloped into it, their galloping synchronized to the starting tempo of this latest song.

~0:16: screen shows her limo entering a city
~From 0:19 to 027: During “boots on the ground-”, putting on her cowgirl hat of white with inlaid gold swirls like ivy all over it, stepping out of the high-end taxi-like short-limo, cowgirl boots stepping to the beat.
~0:49: Every time the song reached the “X-O X-O” chorus, the floor-based and ceiling-based colored spot-lights turned on to form crossing light lines, making giant X’s of light behind her band. The O’s were formed by entire rings of lights which were anchored in a big circle around the entire stage, as well as around the screen on the back wall.
For every “X”, the dancers crossed their arms like Japanese do to signal “no entry”,
and for every “O”, the dancers made that letter with their arms up, fingertips touching overhead,
and for every “swirl”, the female dancers lowered down (crouched) while spinning themselves around in a circle, whipping their ponytails/hairstyles in doing so.

~1:20: “rooftop rodeo, stars in my eyes” showed her on a mega-city skyscraper penthouse patio, looking out and up, the city’s many neon signs reflected on her eyes, plus bright stars and planets and a moon overhead also reflected off her eyes, the camera so close it had only showed her from her shoulders up before zooming in to show those details. A passing airship/spaceship’s lights were the last thing seen reflected off and moving across her eyes, now fully zoomed in on, highest-resolution.

~1:59: shows clips of intel convos, with names blurred out, and then labs and factories, some of her family’s employees/specialists doing work such as R+D, back-engineering, manufacturing, and more, the implication being that all the chatting and networking she’d been doing in big cities across the cluster had helped with those subsets of their businesses

Song #5
~overall: ANOTHER SMOOTH AVG.-TEMPO CATCHY ONE
~colors: white, green, and red (not Christmas-y, but the colors of Bulgaria’s flag)
~backup dancers: popping and locking; “robot” dance moves
~meal portion offered: Harissa Black-oyster Mushroom and Jackfruit Fajitas

~This one sounded Bulgarian (and the inspiration linked is, but in the setting of EVE Online, what she is singing is a distant descendant of that language, with numerous changes), another aspect of the languages spoken on her world, which she liked sharing with those who lived elsewhere. Its title, translated, meant “Dangerously Close” –in a romantic or icebreaking way.

~projector/screen shows: ‘pew’ (combat) highlights from the stealth-bomber training the other month,
and her POV, looking out a cockpit windshield at passing uncloaked ‘enemy’ (practice) ships and other (practice) targets.
~additional colors: her cockpit-lighting remained a deep purple, almost U.V., while brief views of her Overhead showed its customary whites for most radar signatures, then some marked as green (not the usual blue-for-friendly), as if she had customized its colors in her own ships, and finally some of the red for hostiles, as the clips showed her arriving in systems where nearby gate campers were waiting.

~On stage, every time a band member slowly made her way over to her, she raised a hand their way, to signal them to stop, while she kept holding her mic in her other hand, she always backing off, her steps perfectly sync’ed to the beat.
~last scene on the screen behind her band: a fleet of frigates firing their lasers like a lightshow, all those lasers the colors of the Bulgarian flag

Song #6:
~overall: ANOTHER EBB
~colors: COOL COLORS and DARKEST
~backup dancers: modern expressive ballet
~meal portion offered: glazed tender baked mega-carrots (~twice as thick as regular store-bought ones, and all of colors other than orange), miso garlic butter melting cabbage, Asian long-fries, edible flowers

~She walks out in between the tables of the venue while performing this one.
~The lyric “Sunlight on my skin-” was sung while a sunny-yellow spotlight stayed on her.

~That now-yellow-orange spotlight stayed on her, to go with the “sunlight on my skin” lyric returning.
~During (0:30) “glitter tears in my eyes”, the irises of her eyes sparkled brightly, silvery.
She hung her head at times, wiping her eyes as if she had been crying.

~0:37: “I move fast-”: The screen showed her doing a wheelie on her street-bike on one of the highways of her world.

~1:04: “afterglow”: -a lighting special effect, based on holograms and on little indirect lights hidden in her dress, made her seem to softly glow golden-white

~1:22 mark: the HANDS-UP PART
–screen then showing: AMARR CALDARI GALLENTE MINMATAR (ALL) NIGHTCLUBS ‘CIRCUITS’; her sequence of visits to the best of them, entering with a bit of nostalgia or even sadness on her face, then she forcing herself to smile and ‘let go’, dancing until she felt a little better, over and over, and genuinely smiling as she helped others who entered with similar at-first-stressed facial-expressions.

~2:24: Hologram projectors made it look like she had become two of herself, and then three, and four, on and on, until there appeared to be many of her all throughout Gottin’s Lamp, each hologram facing a different direction and doing different dance moves, all to this song’s beat.
Then those holograms walked back toward her, and appeared to merge with her.

Song #7:
~overall: ANOTHER FLOW
~colors: blue, yellow, red (the colors of Romania’s flag), kept steady (unmoving) the entire time, so as to not pull any attention off the singers.
~backup dancers: not dancing; stationary finger-snapping, with some foot-tapping similar to a tap-dancing move
~meal portion offered: classy narrow slices of Garash (a flourless walnut-chocolate meringue cake), beside a single scoop of black-raspberry chocolate-chip gelato

~A handsome bearded brunette middle-aged rugged-looking man walked, dressed in inconspicuous Amarr masculine attire, up on stage with a spare mic; this would clearly be a duet. Z’ warmly received him, opening her arms for a hug, and standing up on her tiptoes a moment before pecking his cheeks.
~This song of the mini-concert was sung in her homeworld’s official language, which sounded like ancient (Earth) Romanian.

~Z’ and the unnamed man just faced each other for the entire song, never looking away from each other’s eyes.
~0:35-0:39: During “at you and your smile”, he rested his non-mic hand gently on one of her cheeks while he gazed at her lips.
~0:41: When it was her turn to sing, she ran her non-mic-hand fingers through his hair for a line or two.
~Her bandmates stood still as they played, and they all whistled toward their mic stands.

~screen shows: hauling, delivering groceries, and clients smiling as they receive those drop-offs, those things now all their own, which went with some of this song’s lyrics

~fade to black at end; all the lights overhead dimmed until they were off, leaving the band/stage in darkness, the last light allowing the audience to see Z’ and that other singer still facing each other, never looking away
~implied: Z’s family/businesses took their customer relationships seriously

Song #8:
~overall: EBB
~colors: WARM COLORS and BRIGHTER (than the color scheme / lighting of the other songs)
~backup dancers: ballroom/formal, because of the “circles” lyric, with some tango mixed in (each time the beat picks up for the chorus)
~meal portion offered: hibiscus virgin spritzers

~Behind her, the wall showed a music video of her waking up on her bed on Soliara III, sunrays coming through her open blinds. She held up a hand to block that light until her eyes had time to adjust, and then she sat up and started going through her morning routine, eventually making her way down to the kitchen, and then out onto the porch under the cabin’s awning.

~For this 2nd-final track, her irises (in person; on stage) softly glowed like gentle sunshine, golden yellow, like little nightlights on her face, giving her natural tan complexion a romantic and superhuman glow.
Her hair turned golden-yellow, as well, and began sparkling and intensifying its yellow at just the right parts of this music.
~The floor-mounted stage-lights stayed off.
~Overhead, those lights smoothly transitioned through a never-ending cycle of all three warm colors, those beams/cones of color slowly moving here and there, leaving komorebi-like light-patterns ever-changing all over the stage and surrounding bar-floor.
~screen begins to show: NEWS FEED excerpts, such as all the articles/lore posted/linked in the Lumen Discord channels she had seen over the years, especially those posted in the last month.

~0:36: “daylight in my eyes… hide behind the night… somethin’ bright” -Those lyric parts were sync’ed to images on the back-wall screen of her scrolling through her news feed on a mobile device, that device’s screen-light illuminating her face, the rest of her ranch bedroom dark, stars and a shooting star visible through her window panes.
~0:58: “scared of what I find” showed a moment of her reading Nauplius posts, going wide-eyed, raising a hand to cover her mouth as it slightly fell open

~The whole song, she and her band were casual, moving here and there, nothing much choreographed, just being natural, going with the overall feel of this track.

Song #9 of 9:
~overall: FLOW TO FINISH
~colors: alternating between a combo of white and pink… and a combo of white and sky-blue
~backup dancers: barbershop quarter line, snapping while bent over a bit as they file in… they then swing-dancing as couples, the girls doing belly dancing and beckoning the guys when not holding hands with them or being flipped
~meal portion offered: peppermints –in the finest dark chocolates; not the regular mints made with sugar and styled like red and white candy canes ( check these out )

~Z’ strode out into the middle of Gottin’s and sat on one of the empty tabletops…
Meanwhile, the stage lights, both on the floor and overhead, were only on one at a time, turning on in sequence, creating brief cones of light up or down, moving in a circle all around the stage, each turned-on cone of colored light perfectly sync’ed to the opening keyboard notes.

~0:07: During “You walk in-”, when the drum/stepping sounds were added, the stage-lights from below and above were white or sky-blue, all at once, mostly highlighting the drummer and her instruments.
screen: curiously, it does not show anything obvious/literal, such as a guy and gal daydreaming about each other, or walking together to start a date;
instead is shown: ANCIENT RUINS and ARTIFACTS, as if telling the audience one of her pass-times, i.e. a great way to find common ground and always have reasons to meet up beyond normal focused-on-each-other dates/hangouts,
and probably also implying that she is often curious about the many rediscovered prehistoric/ancient sites her father and his teams keep finding on various worlds

~0:14: ”and I lose my lines-” color combo now pink and white, and stays that combo when she is singing about herself, as opposed to singing about the person on her mind
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~0:27: “in the traffic when I’m stuck” shows her singing in the middle of a Soliara III traffic jam.
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~0:39: Every “always on my mind”, she put her non-mic palm on the side of her head as she turned her torso side to side, almost frowning for emphasis.
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~0:40 mark: She gracefully moved off the table she’d been sitting on until now, and began casually walking to each audience member, to rest a friendly hand on their shoulder for a few words of the coming lines.
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~0:45 mark: “I just want you right here-”, now singing about wanting to be with the unnamed person, the lights are all three colors; white, sky-blue, and pink, symbolizing her imagining or even getting what she wants

~at 1:15: “miss a call-”: She was now center-stage like at the start of this concert. She reached out in front of her as if begging the audience not to leave her.
The screen was showing The Scope clips of handshakes between people forming alliances and business partnerships with LUMEN/SFRIM and other significant groups.
The screen going from ruins to handshakes… was a way of saying that teamwork across the cluster would reveal what all those forgotten wonders were,
and a way of saying things had gotten better, since the times when those ruins had become ruins.
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~1:34: “-rides home, all alone.” showed the shuttle windshield’s POV of her strapped onto the pilot’s bucket-seat, a little misty-eyed but determined-looking.

~1:40: “-every star, …pullin’ me where you are.” showed her cockpit view as the colored lines began connecting the stars out toward her latest destination in New Eden.
–clips of her exploring, mining, studying, looking up at the hanging mobile of her star system over her canopy bed.
–The audience had all started groovin’, swaying their heads as they remained seated at first, and then more and more of them feeling it was time to stand up and let loose, dancing beside their tables, taking hold of their spouses or dates to dance With them as Z’ nailed the ending.

~2 minutes in: They started motioning for the audience to join them on stage if anyone was interested in dancing right up amidst them, as if all were backup dancers. Z’ made sure anyone who dared join them on stage felt completely included, she facing and smiling and dancing right up with all of them, even high-fiving some.
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~2:39: The whole band moved close, standing side by side, centered around the drummer, all touching their hips together as they played.
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~2:53: Z’ walked from her bandmates to mingle with everyone still invited to groove with them up on stage, putting an arm around them in passing as she sang the last verse with all her heart.

The final song for the night ended.

TAKING A BOW:

Together, holding hands, all standing facing the audience, Z’ and her four bandmates bowed as one, then held each other’s hands high, then let go to wave, and the lights dimmed, all the colors now fading on, blurring together randomly, left that way, no longer moving, and the screen behind the band… off, looking like a normal wall again.

AFTER THE SHOW, BEFORE THE AFTERPARTY:

She would hangout as her band cleared the stage in the corner of their instruments and other band equipment, carrying them to her room for safe keeping before they returned to mingle.

Right as her bandmates were carrying off their instrument cases and wound-up cables, her backup dancers were carrying out the merch’; ballcaps, mugs, tight-sleeve t-shirts, and copies of a professional photo of her with her bandmates on a stage somewhere else, with plenty of black markers she and they could autograph everything with.
Everything was reasonably priced at just a handful of ISK.

Her band name was N.E.Z., for New Eden Zedicon, stylized so every letter fit in an invisible square, not rectangular like in normal script, thus making the “N” identical to the “Z” if rotated 90°. That abbreviation was what was over the band image on the hats, mugs, and shirts.

All five of them (she and her bandmates) sat at one of the tables to chat with anyone who wanted to get to know them.
Psiette is the name of the keyboard player.
Qaar’in is the guitarist.
Ushoiy is the drummer.
Xiina is the base player.

Answering a question: “My dad helped me write and arrange these songs. We have always put on little local concerts over the years. This is my first one with my own band. He was very proud when we said our farewells at the ranch.”

“Yeah,” they smiled big, answering another audience member’s question, “we’ll be on tour throughout New Eden for the rest of the year!” (~one ~30-minute mini-concert per week, thus ~1 hour with setup and travel time, so she can keep studying most of the time)

Z’ explained she was taking Echo’s advice to not study so much; to live a little. She also made sure to credit Echo’s own band/music for having greatly inspired her to get back into the music scene, like she had been when she was a bit younger.

To keep the focus on the music and healthy togetherness, booze and drugs would not be allowed in at any of her concerts, just like at her apartment.

During upcoming performances, she and her bandmates would be dressed very differently, compared to how modestly they had dressed for today;
in Caldari space, they would be in feminine business suits with knee-length skirts, their ties on loosely (and each tie matching the wearer’s hair colors), their top buttons left undone,
in Gallente space, they’d be in diaphanous clubwear, as if they’d been wrapped in colored cellophane,
in Minmatar space, stretchy blue-jeans and shawls with armbands,
and in fringe/null/pirate space, they’d be in what looked like bondage-pirate-steampunk fashions, if that paints a clear enough picture for you.

She’d probably only charge 1 ISK per ticket planet-side (still rather spendy for most people, since 1 ISK on many worlds often went for $1,000-10,000),
and 10 ISK per ticket in orbital venues,
with private events being around 100 ISK per ticket.

In Gallente and fringe/null/pirate venues, she and her bandmates, and maybe even her backup dancers, would, song by song, be wearing one less article of the outfits they started with;
during song #1, they’d be fully dressed,
song #2: shoes gone
3: socks gone
4 gloves gone
5 tops gone
6 pants/skirts gone
7 bras gone
8 panties gone
9 (final song) nude
Sometimes they’d throw those pieces of clothing into the crowd. Other times, they’d set them aside to be autographed.

Her father made sure she never had to fully rely on local bodyguards or other security forces. Z’ always had at least one bodyguard with her, screened by one of her father’s businesses, if not then also further trained by that business, but that was for normal daily life, such as studying and then running errands. Now that she was performing live for dozens to thousands of strangers at a time, he always deployed several expert bodyguards (basically her own small Secret Service) to stay with her until she was back home, plus one regular security guard per 25 audience members, so in high-capacity stadiums (able to seat 100,000/+ people), there would be something like 4,000 such guards (multiple battalions) working the crowd/sections.

When performing for dozens of audience members, she will typically have someone book a couple adjacent rooms, if not the presidential suite, in a nearby 5-star hotel for the afterparty.
When performing for hundreds, more like book a few rooms
When performing for thousands, book an entire hotel hall/floor; at least several rooms
Tens of thousands: might book an entire hotel/resort for the rest of the night

When the concert ticket is 1 ISK, the afterparty ticket will be closer to 10.
10 ISK for the show? 100 for the afterparty.
Etc.
Want her to perform for a birthday party or other intimate (very few people) gathering? Now we’re in the 1000s of ISK per ticket range.

As she continued performing and the weeks turned into months, the general fanbase ‘take’ on her was that she was like [JUST REPLACE THE FOLLOWING TWO ARTISTS WITH THEIR FUTURE/EVE EQUIVALENTS] Britney Spears (sometimes ‘innocent’ sounding, usually dressed preppy and suggestive, dance pop, contemporary R&B) meets Billie Eilish (rarely ‘innocent’ sounding, randomly dressed, bedroom pop, streambait).

As mentioned far above, her band had no schedule/tour posted publicly yet, so every concert would be a surprise for now, while she and her team started letting the galaxy know they exist,
but eventually she would be performing for sold-out shows at bars, clubs, theaters, and stadiums.

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The generator I used to make the video of the first song in this concert aced many things, but got some things wrong, and said that some of my instructions were beyond its abilities.

The stage/setting looks wonderful, and exceeded my expectations.

Zedicon’s likeness looks wonderful, and exceeded my expectations. I didn’t even tell the generator to make her dress the colors of Amarr. Her face in reality would look even better, and her dress in Amarr Space would cover her arms, but still. Also, she has a better almost-elven figure; she is skinnier and curvier than the generated woman in this video. Her hair is much longer, as well.

The musician should be four, not one, and female, not male.

The dancer should be fourteen, not one, half of them female, and the other half of them male.

Normally, I would tell the generator to make those adjustments, but, again, it said that was beyond its ability.
All that said, I hope this first-draft music-video gives you a good idea as to what is seen in Gottin’s Lamp during this mini-concert.
I’m not sure when I’ll be able to make a next draft of this video, with those improvements, but I will whenever the means become available.

Zedicon’s face looks more like this than it does in the linked video.
[RDSLV beanie selfie]

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Concert Template for Other Venues:

Preface (not to be posted/RPed):

Montana City’s Conoco, 2026may, where I wrote, and probably foresaw/pre-lived, drafting and perfecting Z/NEZ’s 2nd type (nude) of concert (for Che Biko back then, but this 2nd time / repeat… just for me)
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mem’ refresh: forest NE of Helena, dirt rd east from the north-south main-dirt access/rd between York and Norris,
just north of the west dirt-rd to the Summer Star Ranch,
same as last/first time, discussing in Discord with typist of Che Biko (EVE Online character) me RPing a concert sung by Z in his club, Inferno.
this time… I am definitely feeling the vibe/signs to not repeat/re-live that.
something tells me… it went south… once in the afterparty part of the RP, in the VIP lounge…
Something evil/retarded was said by him or another RPer then.

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OOC:
((If I’m posting a bit too quickly for anyone who might be about to reply to any given post, or if anyone just wants to be able to scroll back through the template for N.E.Z. concerts, see this, where tonight’s songs and some of the performance directions are:
https://forums.eveonline.com/t/zs-mini-concerts/508378 ))

((I’ll do a little countdown; “3… 2… 1…” to let people know when I am about to make the next IC post. If anyone wants to interrupt during that time, posting themselves, just type a single letter or word to let me know, and I’ll pause to read the post when it follows, and then do my best to include something from their post in my next one, when applicable.))

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THE SETTING:
N.E.Z. was on the stage, ready to perform…
The stage lights and drone lights were not yet on them; they were silhouettes, figures in the dark, mysterious.

Their hair was all intricately braided, each braid unique, their hair so long it went down to their behinds, and the colors were mermaid-vibrant;
The guitarist’s hair was an almost-neon lime-green, worn in a thick braided ponytail resting in front of one shoulder.
The keyboard player’s was a hypnotic violet, in quad-tails (two pairs of pigtails).
The bassist’s was cyan, worn in side buns like Princess Leia’s.
The drummer’s was yellow-orange, braided like a crown.
Only Z’s (pink-orange) hair was just down her back, looking like a cascading waterfall of fire, plus a couple side-strands framing her face.

https://global.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/original/4X/9/6/c/96c42b8c5f77c35016964f6355634161fcdbd504.jpeg

[[*Actually type these three numbers separately, pausing for 3 seconds between each.]]
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The bass guitar looks like an orbital customs office.
The drum-set looks like a mining station built around asteroids.
The guitar looks like one of the player-owned stations (such as the famous Jita one) or refineries.
The keyboard looks like a jump-gate at a nearly horizontal angle.
Z’s microphone looks like a capsuleer pod, tiny blinking lights and all other appearance details included.

[EXPANDED BAND-COLLAGE]
https://global.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/original/4X/7/2/a/72ac1a0aa90bceba03c9beee65ce1a979624355a.jpeg

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They started (already on stage) with (wearing) diaphanous/translucent form-fitting (couture) feminine business-suits –meaning their sexy figures were fully visible underneath even three layers (outer/jackets, tops (shirts) and bottoms (skirts), and underwear), breasts and all. These suits had no shoulder pads, like some styles of business suits have built in; the suits here today were not to battle against the female form, but to accept and accentuate it –to honor it.
They had on evening-gloves matching the colors of their respective suits.
Their footwear matched the colors of their suits, but were only partially somewhat see-through, in the form of panels/patches of mesh, not thin material like their delicate suits or gloves.
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[SEETHROUGH-EXAMPLES GRID PIC]
https://global.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/original/4X/0/d/e/0de523cd90166ba1fec381112369639f6ee4bddc.jpeg

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How each band member and dancer’s was unique:
Psiette, the keyboardist, had a lavender-colored suit on to match her hair color.
Qaar’in, the guitarist, had a pastel-green-colored suit on to match her hair color.
Ushoiy, drummer, had a sunny-blonde-colored suit on to match her hair color.
Xiina, base player, had a cyan-colored suit on to match her hair color.
–Zedicon: the only “normal”-colored suit (pastel-gray, almost white), but with a provocative twist (even more-so than how short the skirts were on her bandmates’ suits); its lower-abs area had built-in lights-letters that read “INBOX”, and across her chest: “MERGER”, and across her ass: “SWEETEN” as the top line, and “THE DEAL” as the bottom line
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Also visible through those nightgown-like “why even bother” outfits were two more not-quite-layers, but sets of articles;
1) fishnet onesies (with no fishnet over their tits or groins; built-in wide holes in those extra-fun regions),
and 2) bondage black-straps (tape-width leathery black straps hugging their curves across every muscle group, making it very easy for them to be held firmly or tied up anywhere).

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The stage lights above them, and around the base of the stage, turned on, revealing all that; how they were dressed, how they’d styled their hair, what their custom instruments looked like, etc., but not yet illuminating their still-in-the-shadows dancers. There were 14 of those people. Their details would be revealed in a moment.
This all-female band was also hairless from their necks down; no armpit hair, no pubes, nothing.
They were strikingly beautiful, easily model-quality. Z had found Very pretty musicians to form her band.

Like every good band who knows how to energize an audience, Z’ started by greeting the club by name; “Good eeeeeeve-ning, In-fer-noooooo!!!”
The number of people who had shown up to watch her perform live had energized her, so she was returning the favor with plenty of that energy they had started her off with.
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Then she paid the same respect to the star system, “Yashunen”, not cheer-yelling like the previous sentence, she now dialing her voice down halfway,
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and finally to Ché’s corporation, “Alexylva Paradox”, her voice now soft, not quite a whisper, but clearly a transition into the first song N.E.Z. was about to play for everyone, which started off similarly.

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During song #1 “DESTINY” – by Brekksit

~stage/lighting colors: pastels
~backup dancers: For this first song, their dance style was couples romantically slow-dancing, then holding hands overhead while the female rotated full-circle at times, with a few hula moves worked in for extra fun.
~meal portion offered: Z had also set this concert up to be a free 9-course dining event; right before this first song started, the waiters and waitresses had brought out mocktails (like cocktails, but non-alcoholic; just fruity, light, and healthy, to help whet the audience’s appetites)

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The stage was lit to look like a sandy beach during a gentle sunrise or sunset, somewhat colorful but not as much as the band members’ hair colors. Clips of New Eden’s most beautiful beach-resort views (from a hundred terrestrial and ocean planets) played and transitioned on the wall behind her, gradually fading from one to the other, as if in a dream-state, matching well with the feel of the music.

Now the lights over and around the feet of the dancers slowly faded on, revealing those last 14 members of this performance. The women were as beautiful, and the men as handsome, as the main five were attractive. All of them would have made fine larger-than-life poster-girls and poster-boys for the walls of this club.
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The seven male dancers had on a “business-casual / business-smart” variation of the performers-uniform base; theirs was opaque, of pressed khaki slacks, and button-down long-sleeve masculine white dress-shirts with a palm-trees pattern –like “office meets tropical”.
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Their female dance-partners had on the same type of feminine suit as the bandmates; skirt, blouse, jacket without shoulder pads, etc., all translucent/transparent, but these females’ suits were not all different colors, like those of the bandmates, these females’ suits instead all the same ‘soft’/dim red.
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All their footwear (the male dancers’ and female dancers’) was matte gray, almost dark, so as not to distract from the band or other visuals.
The whole uniform was specifically designed and tailored for the wildest dance-moves, never risking a fabric/seam tear, or even showing signs of sweat buildup within.
No lights were in the suits of the dancers.

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Z began, low-key, humble-looking, her arms carefree out at her sides at slight angles, and then she took hold of her mic from its stand, and began swaying side to side to the tempo of the instrumental intro fading in, not unlike how palm leaves and trunks can, while looking down or keeping her eyes closed, getting into the first lines, slowly building up her volume and confidence.
Her diaphanous suit’s mild cool and neutral colors contrasted strikingly with her fiery almost-glowing hair.
The natural fragrance of wildflowers gently filled the air.

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Throughout this first song:
Whenever Z really held/resonated a note, hidden lights throughout her suit turned on in concentric circles, like an orange ripple across a pond, starting in the middle of her abs, and moving all the way around her sides and over her shoulders.
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Whenever Psiette’s instrumental part was the dominant in any song’s section, hidden lavender-colored lights throughout her own suit turned on (blinked/flashed over and over) in vertical clusters similar to her keyboard keys.
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Whenever Qaar’in’s instrumental part was the dominant in any song’s section, hidden lime-colored lights throughout her own suit turned on (blinked/flashed over and over) in thin parallel sets of lines similar to her guitar strings.
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Whenever Ushoiy’s instrumental part was the dominant in any song’s section, hidden golden-yellow lights throughout her own suit turned on (blinked/flashed over and over) in big polka-dots representing her drum pads/surfaces.
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Whenever Psiette’s instrumental part was the dominant in any song’s section, hidden cyan lights throughout her own suit turned on (blinked/flashed over and over) in blur-/fade-edged areas, perpendicular like a neon form of plaid, similar to her bass strings.

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[NO a.i.-video link; too dumpy, and would have to reload it to Limewire]

Now, the strip-tease began…
Like the five band-members, the dancers would remove one article of their own clothing, song by song, timed to pair well with the different songs/sections.

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song #2: “GRAVITY (ft. HandsUp!)” – by Brekksit

~colors: FROM PASTEL TO NEUTRALS/GRAYS
~backup dancers: breakdancing like in Step Up, and like in You Got Served, plus occasionally doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk move
~meal portion offered: corossol/graviola/guyabano/soursop (fried and seasoned to taste like swordfish filets) sliders (bite-size burgers between buns with interesting toppings chosen by chefs to pair well with the filets/patties)

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For this next song, the overhead projector made the stage-surface look like that of a moon or major asteroid, with lots of detailed craters, and occasional plumes of moondust ejected to the beat, the colors of the partially-exposed valuable-ore also changing, verse by verse.

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This was when all their shoes were gone, sexily slid or kicked off during the performance. They made sure not to launch them at the audience, but have them end up off the side, perhaps available for autographing an hour later.

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Another steamy surprise: As they performed, sometimes their stances became bold enough to notice the built-in colored-light buttplug each woman had in, their colors matching the suit and hair colors of each. These lights were kept almost dim, like a nightlight, so as not to be immediately noticed, the stage lighting, musical-instrument lights, backdrop projection/images, holograms, and much-brighter suit-lights all easily instead holding the audience’s attention most of the time. Anyone who noticed the subtle colorful glow between each bandmate’s inner thighs would have to keep their eyes on it a while to be sure they really were seeing what they thought they might be seeing.

1:07-1:10: During singing “your e-ner-gy, your che-mi-stry”, she looked right at Ché while pointing to him. This was her way of letting him know she liked his research/science background she’d browsed while checking profiles/histories of guests and potential afterparty-goers in the previous weeks. EVERYTHING she and her band did had deep and multiple meanings.

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She seemed to stand up on her tiptoes at 1:16,
and then… at 1:22… the main surprise: For this song, she had set up something unseen (maybe a harness under her outfit, which she could be lifted up by?), like the great stage magicians often do, so it would look like she’s in zero-G for some of this song, floating gracefully, her hair swaying like it was underwater. It was like the slow-motion version of an “aerial silk” dance.
Her toes left the stage, she seemingly no longer held down by the force everyone else in the room still was held down by. She kept singing as if this was completely normal. Up and up she rose, until she was several feet above the stage, a whole head or two above all her bandmates, her legs almost dangling, swaying, she now grooving/dancing while suspended mid-air.

Now at least Her dim-light subtle-buttplug was VERY visible –to EVERYONE. It was blinking its color to the beat. NEZ had synchronized their buttplug-lights, of all things. They had thought of everything.

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~2:05, for “back on my knees”, she moved her feet, just in socks now, up behind her, so her pose went with those words.
Images of moons ‘popping’ all over New Eden, and fleets warping into view to start ‘munching’ the pulled rocks, flashed in sequence to the beat.

By 2:37, she was lowered back down, smoothly… until her toes met the stage again, and then she started bending over… and was headbanging and kicking at 2:57 and onward.

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~3:11, she stood tall, leaning back a bit, head back, chin high, as she yell-sang that line.
Behind her and her band, the scene on the wall was of Planetary Industry/Interaction space-elevators doing their thing.

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At 3:31 of this track; the lyric “Every time I get too close-”, she and one of the other band members grabbed each other and arousingly yanked each other so close they were almost touching while she finished singing this song.
Now the screen had worm-hole entries and exits happening on it –another fitting pairing with the gravity-based lyrics.

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~3:38, their stage lit up like the colorful blinking squares of an old-fashioned 1970s discoteca dance-floor. The screen behind/above them was showing footage of big mining fleets, and when their lasers began firing at the targeted asteroid, the laser lightshow of this concert began, firing different colors out over the audience, each one turning on and off, and suddenly moving this way and that, to the faster beat, everything suddenly turning off at the final note.
~Now ALL the band members were floating up a bit for the last seconds of the song. They would be lowered back down to the stage as it ended.

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Song #3: “GLOW IN LUXURY” – by Bắc Làm Review

~colors: OF ALL PRECIOUS METALS (GOLD, ETC.) AND STONES (COLORFUL GEMS)
~backup dancers: disco and pop moves like in Saturday Night Fever
~meal portion offered: Wagamama NYC Ramen Short-ribs Soup (by the cup; no bowls)

Suddenly, at the start of this song, her normally pink-orange hair became completely white and gold, of alternating locks of those distinct and striking, unnatural colors.

All band members were snapping their fingers in unison to the beat –all except Z; she was focused on hitting and holding those intro “ahhhh” notes, her eyes closed most of this time to further that focus.

All their socks were soon gone, swung playfully in the air around their heads before being let go of, launching off, this way and that.

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~Song-start to 0:14: (originally, starting with her concerts back in Amarr Space) clips of: the signature white-and-gold Amarr spaceships and space stations, with CGI making their pinpoints of light from their portholes blinking like LEDs to the beat.
When she performed this mini concert in non-Amarr territories, the ‘nicer’ (high-end) ships and stations of the people who ruled the systems she would then be performing in would instead be what was shown on the screen/wall behind her band, with the ‘skins’/paintjobs most popular to those locals (so, in this case, tonight, all the highest-end Caldari civilian and military spaceships, each show thoughtfully tailored to its audience). This was to celebrate the artistic Space-worthy creations of each group of people, never just her own.

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~0:15: “lights up, I walk in slow” -The projector showed footage made within her family’s Victorieux civilian Space-yacht, she taking her time strutting in to the slow beat (wearing nothing but a pastel-pink silk nightgown, untied, open right down the front, showing off her perky breasts and bald pussy), the camera moving smoothly through it, clearly on stabilizers. The yacht was VERY well appointed, fully furnished with the finest everything the galaxy had to offer. They had spared no expense.

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~0:18: “velvet air and silver glow… oh… oh… oh” -screen shows her tan fingertips slowly gliding on the surface of some velvety high-end pillow, then passing over silver and electrum finery.
During every “oh…” her fingertips touch another high-end material/item.
Even the canopies of the beds in the guest rooms had little diamonds sewn into them in diagonal plaid-like grids.
~0:27: “I’m luxury-” camera turns to face her as she grins, resting a hand over her heart/breasts, still taking her time strutting through the yacht.

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~0:32: “livin’ the life” -Handsome strong males walked into view in one of those clips up on the screen, all of them in high-end Amarr masculine fashions, and in unison they began lifting up her palanquin (carry-throne on two parallel carrying/shouldering horizontal poles) as she crossed her legs and sang the rest of this song. (To make sure this didn’t trouble anyone who might think it looked like slaves working for her, they were not dressed as slaves, but as eligible bachelors.)
~That footage was also to help raise awareness that Aridia has plenty of high-end attractions now; this music video doubled as a tourism ad aiming to attract major investors to the region, helping the empire further develop and stabilize it.

0:51-0:54: “I own the night.” -an amusing fake property document briefly shown on screen, all its ink of not black but gold, its font not basic/Times New Roman, but the fanciest swirliest cursive, its writing only saying “The Night… property of… Zedicon”

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~1:03: drummer double-clacks her drumsticks overhead, at the same time all the backup dancers clap over their own heads
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the screen now showing her dancing/swaying her way through several dozen guests aboard that yacht of her father’s, having a very fancy party.
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1:10: another drumsticks-clack above the drummer
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On stage this whole song, Z stood in a bold stance when she wasn’t briefly strutting between band members, posing, vogueing, sometimes grinning and winking over her shoulder. She also tossed her hair with the air of an heiress about her, practically dripping with wealth and suitors.
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1:18: Z held her free arm up straight, snapping her fingers loudly/sharply right on time

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1:19: “Cameras click-” several drones swarmed down all around her, making the old-fashioned photo-taking flashes
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1:22: “one of a kind” -she held up her pointer finger on her free (non-mic) hand
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1:24: “Don’t fall behind-” -she moved that pointer-finger down to tap on her ass. She did this again the next time this lyric came up.

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1:45: “fierce and bold-” -she held her free hand up near the side of her face, her fingers curled, making the claw-like hand-gesture in a cute/fun way

1:49: “-never cold.” -screen shows an overhead POV of her on one of the yacht’s silk-sheets canopy-beds, spooning between two handsome men, her nightgown fully open, hardly on at all anymore, exposing all, both men grinning as they began feeling the parts of her Anyone would want to feel

In the footage from within her family’s Space-yacht still playing on the wall/screen back/over her band, there were now not only handsome men helping her around, but also several gorgeous women naked except for chokers/collars, some with a golden leash attached, grinning as they caressed their ways through the little crowd, inviting absolutely everyone to have fun with them in the alcoves and suites.

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2:22: footage fading to black as diaphanous curtains of various shades of pink, with tiny diamonds sewn into their layers, sparkling brightly as they moved under the light fixtures, smoothly swung in from both sides, obscuring more and more of the view of the yacht’s main socializing-deck’s hallway, until there was no way to keep seeing what was going on behind them… and the projector turned off

Song by song, she tossed or handed her panties (from the backpack near her) out to anyone in the audience showing interest in that, and she sometimes kissed the panties before throwing them, and/or blew a kiss after throwing each pair. She had brought hundreds of them, ensuring even if all 1,000+ audience members each wanted one, they could have one. Every pair had her number written on it in marker.

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Song #4: “XO XO Gossip Girl (Remix)” – by Brekksit

~colors: EARTH TONES AND NATURE GREENS
~backup dancers: country/line/square dancing like in Footloose
~meal portion offered: mini smoothies; in shot glasses, each with a long toothpick speared through sliced fresh fruits, brought directly from her family’s main farm’s latest harvest

Her bandmates were sliding off their gloves before starting the first instrumental part.
She slid off her gloves, picked her mic back up, and began.
Now they were all barefoot, and their hands exposed, and probably the whole audience was realizing this concert doubled as a very slow strip-tease.

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~Song-start to 0:14: Now played a couple short clips of her riding horses on her vast Soliara III ranch, her bright pink-orange hair like a cape in the breeze while each horse she was on galloped into it, their galloping synchronized to the starting tempo of this latest song. Her family’s property there was gorgeous; pristine farmland, a fantasy-level snow-capped mountain-range on one horizon, and a glittering blue ocean out past the beach near the other, with a couple of that world’s four colorful moons in view over it all.

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~0:16: screen shows her stretch-limo’ entering a clean big modern city
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~From 0:19 to 0:27: During “boots on the ground-”, putting on her cowgirl hat of white with inlaid gold swirls like ivy all over it, stepping out of the high-end taxi-like short-limo, cowgirl boots stepping to the beat.
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“skyscrapers high-” briefly shows towering ones, dozens to hundreds of stories tall, and then how her lips part as she looks up at one of them
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“-but I don’t back down” -now showing her closing her mouth and looking determined to enter it and get to business
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0:31: “with a yeehaw-grin, I wear my crown” -shows her now in a very fancy skyscraper lobby, cowgirl-hat still on, a long marble receptionists’ desk to one side, and good-looking businesspeople walking here and there, she starting to grin as she clearly pictures being with them
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“latte’s in one hand, lasso in the other” -shows her accepting a coffee cup from a cute barista in that skyscraper’s ground-level coffee/tea shop, then shows a spool of soft colorful bondage rope held in her other hand, and some of the businessmen noticing, starting to grin, their eyes meeting hers across the lobby she has just walked back into

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~0:49: Every time the song reached the “X-O X-O” chorus, the floor-based and ceiling-based colored spot-lights turned on to form crossing light lines, making giant X’s of light behind her band. The O’s were formed by entire rings of lights which were anchored in a big circle around the entire stage, as well as around the screen on the back wall.
For every “X”, the dancers crossed their arms like Japanese do to signal “no entry”,
and for every “O”, the dancers made that letter with their arms up, fingertips touching overhead,
and for every “swirl”, the female dancers lowered down (crouched) while spinning themselves around in a circle, whipping their ponytails/hairstyles in doing so.
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Meanwhile, on the screen above N.E.Z., every “X” lyric was sync’ed to a quick clip of Z kissing someone on the lips or cheek, or someone kissing the back of one of her hands during an introduction,
and every “O” lyric was sync’ed to an equally split-second clip of her warmly hugging someone, whether in boardrooms or out on the sidewalks.

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0:56: “click clack boots” -screen shows just her smooth long legs upright, boots on, she moving her legs together to tap those boots together above her, perhaps making the audience wonder if this implies she is on her back on a bed, about to leglock a lover

1:04-1:18: numerous back-to-back clips of her strutting to the beat, on the nice sidewalks of many well-known New Eden cities, always in her matching white-and-gold cowgirl boots, cowgirl hat, feminine business jacket, micro skirt, and revealing blouse, smiling, waving, winking, and blowing kisses to everyone who looked her way

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1:41: “Gitty-up, taxis; I’m ridin’ the street.” -screen shows her waving at an approaching taxi, then sitting bold-legged atop its roof as it smoothly drives while the camera pans back to keep ahead

the X-O X-O lighting and dance-moves and kiss/hug clips again

~1:59: starts showing non-sensitive (not classified) clips of intel’ convos, with names/IDs blurred out, and then labs and factories, some of her family’s employees/specialists doing work such as R+D, back-engineering, manufacturing, and more, the implication being that all the chatting and networking she’d been doing in big cities across the cluster had helped with those subsets of their businesses

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2:02: “big-city swirl” -transition-effect (from one clip to the next) making the entire view turn more and more into a spiral, as if entering a vertical drain, until it is, within a second or two, replaced by the next scene forming out of the other end of that spiraling-effect

2:37-end: her strutting back out of the skyscrapers, hailing another taxi, and grinning as she finally takes off her cowgirl hat and leans back against the passengers/back seat-cushion, setting her colorful bondage-rope spool down on her lap, at which point the camera stays aimed at her rope/lap while fading out

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Song #5: “Михаела Филева” Feat. VenZy – by Опасно Близки

~colors: white, green, and red (not Christmas-y, but the colors of Bulgaria’s flag –one of the two biggest influences on her homeworld, many of its colonists/settlers having migrated from there, millennia ago, back when The Gate was still open)
~backup dancers: popping and locking; “robot” dance moves, and sometimes doing what Z was doing up on center stage; around the stage, each pair of a man and a woman, sometimes approached each other, and other times, based on the lyrics, raised a hand or pointer finger to signal “no”, then stepping back from each other a moment, always to the beat
~meal portion offered: Harissa Black-oyster Mushroom and Jackfruit Fajitas

This one sounded Bulgarian (and the inspiration linked is, but in the setting of EVE Online, what she is singing is a distant descendant of that language, with numerous changes), another aspect of the languages spoken on her world, which she liked sharing with those who lived elsewhere. Its title, translated, meant “Dangerously Close” –in a romantic or icebreaking way.

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The lyrics were translated for everyone in the audience, appearing in their familiar Caldari script and dialects.

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On stage, every time a band member slowly made her way over to her, she raised a hand their way, to signal them to stop, while she kept holding her mic in her other hand, she always backing off, her steps perfectly sync’ed to the beat.
~last scene on the screen behind her band: a fleet of frigates firing their lasers like a lightshow, all those lasers the colors of the Bulgarian flag

During this, even though it was a somewhat declining-based set of words, they all still took off their tops and dropped them aside. Was this a hint that she, if not also the rest of her bandmates, were into playfully giving some mixed signals at first, hoping to still be engaged with, i.e. shown a little reasonable persistence?

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Song #6: “Dancing With a Smile” – by melodydinda6

~colors: COOL COLORS and DARKEST
~backup dancers: modern expressive ballet
~meal portion offered: glazed tender baked mega-carrots (~twice as thick as regular store-bought ones, and all of colors other than orange), miso garlic butter melting cabbage, Asian long-fries, edible flowers

She walks out in between the tables of the venue while performing this one.
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While she stepped out of her skirt out there in the middle of everyone, her bandmates did at other times, always when they had a moment between their parts of the sheet music.
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Her female dancers got out of their own skirts.
Her male dancers got out of their pants.
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Now, all of those females only had on their bras and panties, each of those remaining articles of clothing the same color as the suits, gloves, socks, and shoes they had been in back when this concert began.
This didn’t concern any of them in the least; they clearly were naturals at stripping while performing. Anyone who knew them, also knew they preferred it; N.E.Z. would perform All their concerts naked, or at least stripping, if it was up to them.

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The lyric “Sunlight on my skin-” was sung while a sunny-yellow spotlight stayed on her.

That now-yellow-orange spotlight stayed on her, to go with the “sunlight on my skin” lyric returning.
During (0:30) “glitter tears in my eyes”, the irises of her eyes sparkled brightly, silvery.
She hung her head at times, wiping her eyes as if she had been crying.

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~0:37: “I move fast-”: The screen showed her doing a wheelie on her street-bike on one of the highways of her world.

~1:04: “afterglow”: -a lighting special effect, based on holograms and on little indirect lights hidden in her underwear, made her seem to softly glow golden-white

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~1:22 mark: the HANDS-UP PART
–screen then showing: AMARR, CALDARI, GALLENTE, & MINMATAR (ALL) NIGHTCLUBS ‘CIRCUITS’; her sequence of visits to the best of them, entering with a bit of nostalgia or even sadness on her face, then she forcing herself to smile and ‘let go’, dancing until she felt a little better, over and over, and genuinely smiling as she helped others who entered with similar at-first-stressed facial-expressions.

~2:19-2:23: “but we’re still gold.” -the cool-colors spotlights on her transitioned to golden

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~2:24: (right as the loud lyric starts being sung) Hologram projectors made it look like she had become two of herself, and then three, and four, on and on, until there appeared to be many of her all throughout Club Inferno, each hologram facing a different direction and doing different dance moves, all to this song’s beat.
Then those holograms walked back toward her, and appeared to merge with her.

2:30: “feelin’ blue” -the spotlights on her transition back to a pastel blue

2:39: “hands up-” she raises her free hand, while her dancers raise both their own

2:43-2:46: “but I still miss you, you should know” -bends forward while bending at the knees, almost sitting down as she closes her eyes and rests her free-hand over her heart

2:51-2:54: “-pain into light.” -lights on her maintain ther light-blue while adding a golden glittery effect like the fizzles of some fireworks can appear

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3:43-3:56: Z dances around between bandmates a moment, the screen showing more footage of her dancing well in various night-clubs.

~3:58: At “lights go down, I’m still here-”, on the screen was a view of her by herself, exiting one of those many night-clubs, making her way back to her car, then to the spaceport, and then heading back out into orbit, by herself like usual.
For the last couple seconds, on screen she is smiling with nostalgia, bittersweet, as she glances down at a little photos scrapbook, then back out into Space through her flight-deck windscreen.

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Song #7: “Tare” – by Inna and The Motans

~colors: blue, yellow, red (the colors of Romania’s flag –the other major influence on her homeworld), kept steady (unmoving) the entire time, so as to not pull any attention off the singers.
~backup dancers: not dancing; stationary finger-snapping, with some foot-tapping similar to a tap-dancing move
~meal portion offered: classy narrow slices of Garash (a flourless walnut-chocolate meringue cake), beside a single scoop of black-raspberry chocolate-chip gelato

A handsome bearded brunette middle-aged rugged-looking man walked, dressed in inconspicuous Amarr masculine attire, up on stage with a spare mic; this would clearly be a duet. Z’ warmly received him, opening her arms for a hug, and standing up on her tiptoes a moment before pecking his cheeks.
This song of the mini-concert was sung in her homeworld’s official language, which sounded like ancient (Earth) Romanian.

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~Z’ and the unnamed man just faced each other for the entire song, never looking away from each other’s eyes.

The lyrics were again translated for everyone in the audience, appearing in their familiar Caldari script and dialects.

~0:35-0:39: During “at you and your smile”, he rested his non-mic hand gently on one of her cheeks while he gazed at her lips.
~0:41: When it was her turn to sing, she ran her non-mic-hand fingers through his hair for a line or two.
~Her bandmates stood still as they played their instruments, and they all whistled toward their mic stands.

screen shows: hauling, delivering groceries, and clients smiling as they receive those drop-offs, those things now all their own, which went with some of this song’s lyrics

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Her bandmates began taking off their bras and dropping them at their sides, as if merely seeing Z so comfortable with this man had put them All that at ease.
Z let the man still facing and singing with her take hers off and drop it. She then guided his hands to cup her breasts, holding her mic for both herself and him now, so he didn’t have to let go. She just kept gazing dreamily straight up into his eyes as they finished this song together, looking very much in love, and perfectly fine letting the thousand/+ people see their love.

fade to black at end; all the lights overhead dimmed until they were off, leaving the band/stage in darkness, the last light allowing the audience to see Z’ and that other singer still facing each other, never looking away
~implied: Z’s family/businesses took their customer relationships seriously

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Song #8: “DAYLIGHT IN YOUR EYES” – by Kostaboda

~colors: WARM COLORS and BRIGHTER (than the color scheme / lighting of the other songs)
~backup dancers: ballroom/formal, because of the “circles” lyric, with some tango mixed in (each time the beat picks up for the chorus)
~meal portion offered: hibiscus virgin spritzers

Z, her bandmates, and the female dancers were only in their panties (and fishnet and black straps) as the beat started. It was fitting, for a music video projected onto the big screen/wall up behind the band and dancers, showing Z waking up and walking around, starting her morning routine back on her family’s ranch on Soliara III.

Behind her, the wall showed a music video of her waking up on her bed on Soliara III, sunrays coming through her open blinds. She held up a hand to block that light until her eyes had time to adjust, and then she sat up and started going through her morning routine, eventually making her way down to the kitchen, and then out onto the porch under the cabin’s awning.

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For this 2nd-final track, her irises (in person; on stage) softly glowed like gentle sunshine, golden yellow, like little nightlights on her face, giving her natural tan complexion a romantic and superhuman glow.
Her hair turned golden-yellow, as well, and began sparkling and intensifying its yellow at just the right parts of this music.
The floor-mounted stage-lights stayed off.
Overhead, those lights smoothly transitioned through a never-ending cycle of all three warm colors, those beams/cones of color slowly moving here and there, leaving komorebi-like light-patterns ever-changing all over the stage and surrounding bar-floor.
screen begins to show: NEWS FEED excerpts, such as all the articles/lore posted/linked in the Lumen Discord channels she had seen over the years, especially those posted in the last month.

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0:16-0:20: “-like sunrise on my skin” -stage lighting created a komorebi (dappled sunlight; sunshine filtered through swaying clusters of tree leaves) effect on Z’s nearly-naked body and remaining skimpy/fun garments

0:21-0:25: almost-scary ghost-like swaying shadow-figures created all around her, via the ‘negative’ space between where the stage lights were aiming and overlapping

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The whole song, she and her band were casual, moving here and there, nothing much choreographed, just being natural, going with the overall feel of this track.

1:10-1:13: “slip inside the spaces in between” -reaches down with her free-hand to briefly touch the center of her “Y”

1:14: “I fall back to you-” -lets herself tip over backward, caught by one of the male dancers who had moved into place seconds earlier, catching her and helping her back on her feet before returning to his female-dancer partner off-stage

1:30: all dancers overhead-clap twice

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2:04-2:20: all stage lights slowly dim down to off during these 16 seconds… until only a simple white one is left on above her, everyone else in the shadows for the moment

2:21-2:28: one by one, to the hard beats, the song now loud again, all the other stage lights turn back on, lighting up each band member one after the other, and then each pair of dancers
–2:22: lighting up the drummer
–2:23-2:24: these three beats lighting up the keyboardist, then the bassist, then the guitarist
–2:26: lighting up the first pair of dancers
–2:28: these quicker back-to-back beats lighting up the rest of the dancers

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2:29: Right as the drummer resumed her part of this piece, as in all the previous songs of this concert, since she and the others no longer had on their built-in-lights suits,
laser-based stage-lighting / drone-lights continued to sync’ on her skin the colorful-lights patterns her suit had once provided; each time she struck a drumstick on her drumset, another of those colorful narrow beams lit up part of her now-exposed flesh.
Then the same was true for her bandmates when they plucked their guitars or tapped the keyboard keys.

Near the end of this, song #8, i.e. when all their panties came off, Z’ did something perhaps the steamiest of all for this performance; she didn’t just toss the panties she’d been wearing, like she’d tossed those from her backpack during all previous songs tonight;
at 2:52, she got down on all fours, her ass up toward the audience, and slowly slid those panties down, doing a couple sexy stripper movements the whole time,
and then (at ~2:55) she held them to her nose, inhaling their after-a-whole-concert fragrance, and licked their dampness while grinning over her shoulder at the audience,
and then (at ~2:58) she held them between her teeth, and crawled on her hands and knees the short distance to the edge of the stage, naked, and let the most-interested man or woman in the front row approach her and kiss-pass them, not needing any hands at all for this transfer. She even caressed that person’s cheek and then licked their chin once before winking and standing back up in the after-song quiet to prepare to start the final song.

Now everyone in the club knew what she looked like, head to toe; that she was fit, well formed, and fully confident in her ‘birthday suit’. Same for each of her four bandmates. Now anyone in the audience knew for sure whether she and they were their type, at least as far as physiques go. Many had her number on panties she’d tossed out, too, so they had everything they needed to decide if they would hire her for more than a concert.

The male dancers had left their boxer-briefs on.

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Song #9: “Every Second Of My Life” – by Ali Paterson

~colors: alternating between a combo of white and pink… and a combo of white and sky-blue
~backup dancers: barbershop quartet line, snapping while bent over a bit as they file in… they then swing-dancing as couples, the girls doing belly dancing and beckoning the guys when not holding hands with them or being flipped
~meal portion offered: peppermints –in the finest dark chocolates; not the regular mints made with sugar and styled like red and white candy canes ( check these out )

Her whole band, and all seven female dancers, were nude from the start! (excepting only their fishnet onesies and bondage black-straps layers, now fully exposed, though both layers had been visible through their seethrough outer-layers from the start of this concert) They were smiling ear to ear, giddy, loving this chance to fully be themselves, no longer holding back. Most were also blushing, hoping the crowd was loving this.

Z’ strode out into the middle of the club and sat on one of the empty tabletops, completely naked (again, except for fishnet and black straps which weren’t hiding much of anything at all) and clearly excited about getting to be, not at all shy…
Meanwhile, the stage lights, both on the floor and overhead, were only on one at a time, turning on in sequence, creating brief cones of light up or down, moving in a circle all around the stage, each turned-on cone of colored light perfectly sync’ed to the opening keyboard notes.

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~0:14: ”and I lose my lines. I’m alright-” -Z fanning herself with her free hand, how girls do when they are hand-signing that someone they find extremely attractive just took their breath away
–stage-lights color-combo now pink and white, and stays that combo when she is singing about herself, as opposed to singing about the person on her mind
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~0:27: “in the traffic when I’m stuck” shows her singing in the middle of a Soliara III traffic jam.
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~0:39: Every “always on my mind”, she put her non-mic palm on the side of her head as she turned her torso side to side, almost frowning for emphasis, cutely scrunching up her feminine little nose.

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~0:42 mark: She gracefully moved off the table she’d been sitting on until now, and began casually walking to each audience member, to rest a friendly hand on their shoulder for a few words of the coming lines.
She only touched the people whose body language showed her it was okay.
Anyone who shook their heads and shrank back from her, she just smiled like a friend to, nodding once as she continued on away from their booth/table, not minding at all, respecting everyone’s boundaries/wishes.
Anyone who reached out to feel her up, instead of getting upset about that and stepping away or frowning at them, she moved the body-part of hers they were trying to reach… closer to them, and even sat on the laps of some, putting her free-arm around them. A few even got a peck on their closest cheek. She was encouraging Everyone to feel her up, as they pleased. It didn’t interrupt her focus or singing one bit. She was here to entertain.

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~0:45 mark: “I just want you right here-”, now singing about wanting to be with the unnamed person, the lights are all three colors; white, sky-blue, and pink, symbolizing her imagining or even getting what she wants

0:53-0:54: “When I look at you-” looks right into the eyes of the audience-member she is on the lap of, or closest to at this point,
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“-I can’t breathe!” -put the back of her free-hand / outside of that wrist up to her forehead, acting as if about to swoon, then grins big at that person and pecks their cheek farewell

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0:55-0:57: “Heart stop, heart-throb-” -cutely hops up, then strutting around to the beat some more, finding the next lap to sit down on

0:58: “you got… me” eases down on that next lap, putting her free arm around the back/shoulders of that audience member

She continued this for most of the middle of this song, always finding a lap to perch on for a few seconds before hopping right back up and doing her best to thrill another, timing it brilliantly to lyric after lyric, line after line.

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At 1:15: “miss a call-”: She was now center-stage like at the start of this concert. She reached out in front of her as if begging the audience not to leave her.
The screen was showing The Scope clips of handshakes between people forming alliances and business partnerships with LUMEN/SFRIM and other significant groups.
The screen going from ruins to handshakes… was a way of saying that teamwork across the cluster would reveal what all those forgotten wonders were,
and a way of saying things had gotten better, since the times when those ruins had become ruins.
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~1:34: “-rides home, all alone.” showed the shuttle windshield’s POV of her strapped onto the pilot’s bucket-seat, a little misty-eyed but determined-looking.

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~1:40-1:46: “-every star, …pullin’ me where you are.” showed her cockpit view as the colored lines began connecting the stars out toward her latest destination in New Eden.
–clips of her exploring, mining, studying, looking up at the hanging mobile of her star system over her canopy bed.

1:47: “You’re always on my mind!” This was when Z singled out the man who had enlightened her to the existence of Club Inferno; she warmly smiled to Ché, and motioned to invite him to join her on stage, if he liked; she beckoned him with her pointer finger, and her dancers parted out of his way in advance, if he approached. She would meet him right at the front of the stage, free-hand outstretched to take hold of his, helping him up to groove right beside her, as close as the duet-man had been back during song #7, “Tare”.

1:49-1:52: “every day, every second, every moment of my life”
-She tapped her pointer finger to her mic-hand wrist, to the beat, as if tapping a wristwatch-face, indicating time or a sense of urgency.

1:53-1:55: “I just want you right here-” cutely points a couple times to the stage flooring immediately to her right, the first pointing during “right”, the 2nd pointing during “here”

1:56-2:00: “-right by my side.” She would be hip to hip at his side now, her free arm around his back.

2:01-2:03: “When I look at you, I can’t breathe!” She had turned to face him now, her whole front toward him, looking right up into his eyes.

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~2:04 minutes in: N.E.Z. (all five band-members plus their 14 dancers) started motioning for the rest of the audience to join them on stage if anyone was interested in dancing right up amidst them, as if all were backup dancers. Z’ made sure anyone who dared join them on stage felt completely included, she facing and smiling and dancing right up with all of them, even high-fiving some.
Half a minute seemed a good amount of time for the audience to get up any courage they needed to stand and approach.

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~2:39: The whole band moved close, standing side by side, centered around the drummer (who had to stay seated at her drum set, of course), all touching their hips together as they played. They were brightly illuminated by their respective drone-lasers and stage-lights, their distinct patterns, one for each bandmate, flashing more brightly and often than before, keeping with the upbeat vibe of this final song.

~2:53-3:29: For this last ~half-minute of the show, Z’ walked from her bandmates to mingle with everyone still invited to groove with them up on stage, putting an arm around them in passing as she sang the last verse with all her heart. She was smiling ear to ear, lightly one-arm hugging person after person, pecking more on their cheeks, gently taking hold of their hands for a second or two as she swayed to more and more of them. She had to be one of the friendliest performers of all time.

The final song for the night ended.

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TAKING A BOW:

Hats, shirts, mugs, etc. -all the usual merch’ for a band- were on one of the tables anyone could walk over to.
The remaining panties she hadn’t tossed from her backpack were also there, spread out, for anyone who had missed being tossed one during the songs. Those were free.
Yes, even their colored-light buttplugs would be available as merch’ for autographing, after a cleaning/rinse, of course.

Even though N.E.Z. was booked out for months, and planning on performing across all of New Eden for decades to come, they only did one concert per week, keeping most of their time free for study and the rest of life; anyone wanting to meet them between shows had plenty of opportunities.

All that remained to be decided on tonight… was whether there would be an afterparty, and if it would be in the VIP lounge or somewhere else. NEZ, its dancers and all, were available for one more hour before they’d be boarding shuttles and heading back across the cluster, home.

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As the after-show chatting picked up, Z and the others mingled well. She and her four bandmates were quick to find laps to sit on, and they warmly smiled and waved everyone checking them out to walk right up and feel them anywhere. Anyone who seemed a little hesitant/nervous got a handshake or a big hug, helping break the ice. Z and the rest in her team maintained eye contact, paid attention to what each person said, and were great conversationalists, enjoying getting to know their fans.

It didn’t even cross their minds that maybe they should find their discarded clothes and get dressed again. Only if either co-owner of this night-club asked them to, would they. Until then, they felt right at home in their tits-and-groin-holes fishnet and black-straps numbers.

They were also dishing out genuine compliments as smoothly as they were breathing, looking for the good in everyone who walked up to them, reinforcing confidence here, and soothing jitters/nerves there. This was not done to boost word-of-mouth advertising or future ticket-sales, but just to be nice to everyone. It also tended to result in more people lining up for afterparty “play time”, and Z was all about That.

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If anyone asked, since people were living for centuries on the reg’, these days, NEZ had hundreds, if not thousands, of music videos planned, not just weekly/weekend concerts. She had amassed a still-growing list of favorite songs she now had ideas for upgrading into visual form. Of course, anyone who fancied her and hooked up might be told of openings for ‘extras’ in those videos.

“Why didn’t we take our fishnet and straps off?” any of the bandmates might grin, repeating that common question. “Because that’s what people who afterparty with us get to do.”

((I hope everyone enjoyed the show. If you have ideas for the next one, you’re welcome to EVEmail me. GN))

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Fusion:

The next step, of course, is serving concert food/snacks nyotaimori!

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vids: all mentioned/listed on my Music Videos webpage, plus many other music videos, some custom (our own; not just covers/redos), converted into music videos fully sexually compatible with me

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playlist: nearly every song on this website, plus many more; all upgraded to fully resonate with me, sung by these females