We R Who We R

A seemingly abandoned textile warehouse in a hidden alleyway of the strip had undergone a striking transformation thanks to a little TLC and a whole lotta alien money. The old cracked windows were now blasting out neon-colored laser lights, and the creaky wooden paneling was thumping with blaring EDM music. What once was a site for destruction became an overnight hotspot, as it temporarily became a rave funded totally by a certain extraterrestrial popstar.

See, marketing 101 for young idols had one focus in mind- and that was appealing to the ‘hip’ youth culture. Vyxxyn was still new to what this planet had to offer, so she compiled the advice given to her by her agent to throw a massive, underground party and invite everyone possible. Famous or ordinary, rich or poor, student or dropout, alien or earthling, Vyxxyn wanted her record label-made fliers to be passed out to everyone. Did it ruin the ‘underground-ness’ a little? Probably. But these raves were a dying art, and she really wanted to shake up this island and get people to like her, which explained why she strategically scheduled this around finals. She still felt like a fish out of water and instead in fire.There was a certain pressure to make sure everything went right, and if it meant pulling on this publicity garnering persona, so be it.

”Gooooood evening Manta Carlos! It’s Vyxxyn bitchesssss! I’m here tonight to bring you this fab-u-lous rave I put together myself! But first….” The Canine Hominid howled into the microphone, grasped out of the way from the DJ, who was already hard at work selecting a few opening tracks. Her fur dazzled with haphazardly sprinkled glitter, which was buried beneath the lime green color it possessed. A few hot magenta markings splashed across her body as well, making her look like a radioactive watermelon. The colors fit nicely under the blacklight, so the gaudy combination was justified. She paced around the stage in her own little rave-themed outfit, which was barely more than a bikini.

”I want y’all to make some MOTHERFUCKIN’ NOOOOOISE!” With the microphone pointed to the crowd, the callback was a success. She let out a howl before returning the mike to her face, her lavender eyes in a frenzy. ”Hell yea! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Now, LET’S PARTY!!!!”

She tossed the microphone back to the DJ, and reached in hr mass of tails to throw out handfuls of glowsticks to the crowd before the DJ stand. Once those were gone she dived in the crowd to be directly in the heat. There was no point in being on stage all night, and besides, the subwoofers were calling her name. Hopefully, she’d make a few fans, or friends, in the process.

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