Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT
Band: DEFYING ATMOSPHERE
Instrument: LEAD/RHYTHM GUITAR
Fame Lvl: 4 - Empathic Influence, Mental Manipulation, Reality Bending, Beginner Sorcery
Current MP: 33 (138 total)
Short Description:► With a wild mane and a passion for ripped clothes, Mr. Universe loves nothing more than the music. He may like to party, but the rock star lifestyle is more about the rock for him. His genuine passion for the craft passes on to a clear respect for his fans.
Regains So Far:
★OCTOBER★►
MEMORY 1: Discussing with his unknown child how he met his mother. What is this, like, a vision of the future???
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MEMORY 2: A beautiful, huge, pink woman encourages him to speak into the old video camera. They're recording a message for their child.
★NOVEMBER★►
MEMORY 3: The huge pink woman dances with another woman to his performance. With a glowing light, the two of them combine into a huge, four-eyed dancer.
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MEMORY 4: A colossal red eye lights the sky, before a laser beam in the shape of the pink woman destroys it. Debris crashes around him; if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs.
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MEMORY 5: A writhing, shifting mass of catlike tumors struggles to walk through a car wash. He watches, desperately hoping what's underneath survives.
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MEMORY 6: He peeks through the door to find the walls covered in frost. A small, blue woman sits on a frozen bed, and though he can't see her eye, he knows she's looking at him. "He's not going to like that it's square." This is sorta inconvenient.
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MEMORY 7: He filters an alien static through his sound system, trying to decipher its message, but his van gives out first.
★DECEMBER★
► MEMORY 8: Garnet thanks him with a handshake. It feels like he's won an award.
► MEMORY 9: Steven and a young girl burst through a portal of light on the back of a bright pink lion. Greg would run to embrace them, if not for the pain in his leg and the solid chunks of ocean crashing down around them.
► MEMORY 10: He watches, like a ghost, as war ravages the world around him. It's a battle for him, for everyone like him, older and more vast than he can comprehend. He's so small.
► MEMORY 11: The pink woman stares at him, utterly lost. This was supposed to bring them closer. It still can, he thinks. They just need to communicate.
►MEMORY 12: A small, purple woman taunts him by transforming into the shape of the pink woman. She says it's his fault she's not here. He knows she's right.
★JANUARY★
►MEMORY 13: He's going to get to sleep on a couch?! He cannot believe his luck.
►MEMORY 14: It's already hard enough setting up the camera without the toddler squirming in his arms. They have to get at least one good picture of the cake before it gets demolished.
►MEMORY 15: He takes a regal bow to his king, the indisputable ruler of watermelons. They break down into uncontrollable giggles.
►MEMORY 16: He closes the book, and smiles at his sleeping son. He casts one last anxious, uncertain look at the trio in the living room, before leaving.
★FEBRUARY★►MEMORY 17: He cannot afford the hospital. Duct tape's like a cast, right? Totally. Good enough.
►MEMORY 18: The pink woman calls plant life to come to life around her, obeying her whims.
►MEMORY 19: Cripes Steven has a LOT of powers.
►MEMORY 20: One little lie can't hurt. It means they'll get to be together again. This will all be worth it in the end. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
panspermia) wrote2015-09-30 06:00 pm
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[She shrugs a shoulder. Her edges have been worn off around him by this point in his training, presumably due to general exhaustion on her part. She really doesn't get why he's always weirdly complicating stuff.]
A job is a job.
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So... your fans.
Are they anything more than a recharge, for you?
[ That's really what he's been asking, this whole time. If he can keep this from becoming something... mechanical. ]
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[Okay, now she sounds annoyed.]
What is a customer to a waitress? What is a client to a cab driver? This being some kind of creative pursuit doesn't somehow raise it up above the rabble, like if I don't get tickled vicariously by the joy I'm bestowing upon the little people I'm a robot.
You realize there is a world in between your ideals and your fears, right?
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Sure. Sorry. Let myself get caught up in my head, I guess.
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Honestly your relationship with your fans is the last thing you need to be worrying about. There's like...actually zero reason any of that needs to change, outside of you.
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Yeesh. Should've jumped to that question first, could've skipped all the depressing lead-in.
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Point is, if you like playing music for people you like doing it. It's not like you're somehow obligated to stop giving a shit.
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[ He rubs at the bridge of his nose. ]
Sorry. Guess I was trying to find an easy answer. That's not what you're here for. I'll... I'll shut up.
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Are your fans really who you're the most concerned about right now?
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I dunno if I could say that. But... they're the ones I can still make happy.
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[And she really does seem to understand what he means, with that statement. She closes her eyes and goes back to meditating or whatever.]
That much I get.