Blood Rain Concert (open)

[Morphia]

Arms folded Morphia watched as the promotor walked back to his office to look over the contracts.
This was a disaster, the product tables were supposed to be in the main aduitorium, the bar was supposed to be open to people WITH wrist bands only and the press should have been back stage by now for a pre-show interview.
Instead they had the product tables in the entrance, the bar was serving everyone and the press was waiting for a post show interview.
Though these were all kinks that could be worked out easily enough, and the real miracle was that Gil had come through on the stadium, the product and the Singles. The recording of all the songs would be quick and could be done in a week in Nashville but for now they had
to just do the Single they'd done in Gloscow a few weeks ago.

Not waiting for the promotor to come back Morphia headed for Shredders dressing room. With out knocking she walked right in.
"So kid, you ready?" She asked, hands on her hips.
In her leather thigh high boots, tight leather pants and strappy dominatrix shirt with the rings and the buckles Morphia looked like her self again. She felt it, she was commanding a new force to be reckoned with and she was about to climb the charts with this boy.

[Shredder]

"Yeah......yeah I'm ready." he replied, not turning as she entered, he was too busy making sure the spiked wristbands he was applying were suitably tight, his shirt was black and practically hugging his chest like a second skin. His hair was hanging loose, face and nails done up in white and black like the greats of death metal.

"Are they ready?" he asked, turning towards her now, referring to the fans of course. They had to be eager, ready to tear the place apart as much as he was, seething with an explosive energy that could only be released by death.....or death metal!

[Morphia]

Morphia nodded. "Their ready, but their not even in the stadium yet." She informed, the right corner of her her black lined red lips seductively pulled upward in something between a sneer and a smirk. "First we're gonna have a little press released, I've lined up one pre-sow interview and a press statement afterwards. All the bests are here, Guitar magazine, Mojo, Blitz, Rock N' Role, and there's even a columnist from Rolling Stone." The tall asian woman leaned down close to Shredder's ear. "Your on your way to the top kid." She said in a silky low tone.

Standing up to her full height again, which was a striking six foot two inches in her heels Morphia looked to the door. "You can come in now."
A reported with a faux hawk black tshirt, black jeans held up by a studded belt and converse walked in with a not pad under one arm and a tape recorder in his hand.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Shredder, I'm Markus from the Rolling Stone, I was hoping to get a few words with you about your new album for our rising Stars issue."

[Shredder]

Shredder wasn't one for press talks and interviews, that was all crap in his eyes. He'd let his music do his talking, Morphia could deal with anything else, that was her job so far as he was concerned. So when the reporter came in, Shredder just look at him with his usual glare before rising from his seat. "I'm here to make everything black, blacker then the blackest black times infinite....it'll be brutal." With that the musical youth moved straight passed the reporter, considering himself finished.

It was time for the sound check.

[Morphia]

Morphia grabbed the boy by his bondage style belt and pulled him back in.
"Heal fido... this is all part of the gig." She sighed, Gil had been such an attention whore she had to STOP him from doing interviews and now she was having to force this kid to talk to the Rolling Stone, it was like forcing a five year old to eat his peas.
"Markus, Shredder here is an artist, and he finds that his music usually does the talking for him. So if we can keep the questions short and to the point, I'm sure his lyrics will write the rest of your article for you."

The young reported nodded.
"Well, uh, Yeah, so Shredder, why don't we start with how long have you been with Blood Rain?"

[Shredder]

"Hey! What the Fuck!" exclaimed the mutant known as Shredder when he realized he was being pulled back from his attempts to go to the sound check. He'd have to address that little thing later, don't try show him up in front of the.....people in general.

"Um....uuhhh.....um...Its been a few weeks now." Things like time had never been his strong point, considering how much he spent drunk, as hardy a drinker as he was, he was still an underage drinker, only had so much time for his body to get used to the poison.

[Morphia]

"It'll be two weeks." Morphia supplied resting on Shredder's chair, propping up a thigh on the arm rest.
"Right, Your eighteen right? Have you graduated Highschool yet? Are you planning on college?" Markus asked.
Morphia was waiting for the inevitable, Gilgamesh was very proud of having mutants under him, especially since the whole Mutant thing came out he'd been even prouder to make it known it was only a matter of time before they asked. 'are you a mutant,' and 'what is your power'.

[Shredder]

"High school? College......who gives a fuck about that you jack off! I'm here for Metal, no I'm not going to fucking college!" What the hell is wrong with that prat? Right before a concert, if it wasn't for Morphia present.......Shredder probably would have punched the guy, right in the face! Shredder had a pretty mean right hook too, for maximum face fisting action!

[Morphia]

If there hadn't been a reporter here Morphia probably would have landed a gloveless right hook on Shredder, and she did have a mean right hook for maximum punishment action.
The reporter seemed taken aback but not entirely shocked, after all he did work for rollingstone, he heard that sort of thing from young musicians every where.
"Well, that about wraps things up, is there anything you'd like to say to our fans before we finish?"
The way he stressed fans gave Morphia that sinking feeling that Gil was going to be pissed about this interview.

[Shredder]

"Yeah....I got something.....there is nothing more metal then kicking the crap out of douchebag reporters. Or randomly throwing abuse at them in the streets, that's my message to the fans." Clearly Shredder was a big fan of this reporter, so much to dedicate an entire message to him. He was even considering making it the message to his entire performance tonight, and saying it to all of the fans. Yes...that would be both brutal and totally metal.

[Morphia]

Morphia rolled her eyes. "Well Markus it's been great to talk with you and we certainly hope to see you again some time."
"You too Morphia, good to see you back in the business by the way, I've always been a big fan of your work... would you mind signing an poster later on?"
The asian woman smirked. "Darling, I'll sign anything you want, you can stick around back stage if you like."
So the young reporter was a fan of her snap shots. The ones must have gone over big then.

Shutting the door behind the reporter Morphia turned around to Shredder.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, my darling jackass?" She said gently, pulling the tips of her gloves to remove her glove easier.
As far as Shredder knew her numbing him was due to her pheromone, he wasn't officially informed of her Morphine.

[Shredder]

"What? He was a total jerk off! What do you expect?" Shredder practically spat back at Morphia, he didn't care about that crap, why did he have to put up with it? He wasn't an...interview guy, he was a death metal musician, wasn't she supposed to deal with the jack-offs like that? His eyes glanced at her hand, assuming she was planning something, although his face held onto his stone hard glare, he was for now not worried about anything.

[Morphia]

Morphia removed her glove entirely and then started working on the other one she tucked them into her belt and then walked around behind Shredder massaging his shoulders finger tips grazing the skin every so slightly.
"Darling, I seem to remember you signing a contract saying that you were an interview guy... it comes with the job. Next time I can see if they'll let some idiot with big boobs and short skirt interview you maybe she won't ask such hard questions, and next time..." Her fingers trailed up to the exposed flesh of his neck we're she made sure to give full skin contact. "you'll answer their damn questions like a professional." She finished her statement forcefully. He was probably feeling a bit numb and high, nothing that would seriously change his motor skills. And with her being that close her pheromone would be kicking in too.

[Shredder]

"Yeah I'd actually prefer that....that sounds much better." he replied at the, more then likely not genuine offer, to try make sure the next person was a busty wench in a short skirt. However, a moment later his head was swimming, like that moment in between sober and drunk when everything felt very loose.....he only half heard what she said, but he got the gist, she was annoyed, fix up next time. If she honoured her end of the deal and got the promised interview lady, he might put up with her questions.

[Morphia]

"Good, well then dearest, get out there for your sound check, and I'm going to have a chat with Markus about your interview... you'd better put on a damn good show." Standing up and returning her gloves to her hands Morphia looked down over her shoulder at Shredder as she circled around in front of him.
He was probably in this for the sex, and the free booze, sad really all the talent went to the idiots with shallow ambition.