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Ziggy always preferred to invite people, though he didn't worry about it much. The ticket takers knew to let a Mr. Dorian Gray, who would be wearing red, into the venue and bring him to the front. It was polite after all to invite someone to the front if you were going to take them backstage.

The crowd was insane. He was like Orpheus, or Lucifer, where his voice was so filled with emotion its hard to resist. It makes his performances hypnotizing and led to all the troubles he had previously. He's confident on stage, comfortable in his skin like few others. Androgynous, sexually open though not crass, with a voice that seems to bleed directly from the soul. Playing guitar and singing plus insane antics on the stage with weird costumes were what Ziggy did. The set included some of the songs that had made him famous along the way as well as a new song he had written about his experience.

He also loved to interact with the crowd while on stage so it was perfect to invite his guest up front. While playing he watched for his guest havign pulled out his favorite stage costume for this night.

Edited Date: 2020-04-25 01:08 am (UTC)

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mayfairmonster

It's a strange, exquisite, and subtly painful mixture of emotions that Dorian feels standing in the crowd before a performance by one of David Bowie's alter egos. There's the high of being pressed between excited and screaming fans. The dull ache of being able to imagine Toby standing here beside him, grinning and grabbing his shoulders and pointing Ziggy out to him for the fiftieth time that night. ("I knew he'd play that song. Didn't I tell you, Dorian?") The sublimity of the strangeness of Bowie's artistry given life in his alter ego given life, totally characteristic and unconcerned with convention.

It's rare these days that Dorian feels humbled by celebrity, but there are a few greats who will always have his love. That the Bowie in his universe is unreachable now only makes watching Ziggy on stage poignant in a way that Dorian knows he's going to have to keep to himself. This isn't just a hologram, posthumously released album, or a Youtube video. He's present. Touchable. Real. He's more than happy to soak in every moment of the concert, from the guitar riffs to the costumes and eager fans.

As promised, Dorian's pressed up front among the other wildly-dressed fans in a red number, with matching but uncharacteristically understated accessories. Everything slimmer and angled to create a more androgynous and unusual first impression as homage to particular artist's concert. Dorian watches the concert with rapt attention, occasionally sipping from the drink in his hand. There's nothing about this that isn't enjoyable for him.

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ziggyplayedguitar

Ziggy gets high on stage. An empath the extreme amount of energy being forced at him is overwhelming in the best ways. It shows in how he winds up more as the performance goes on instead of slowing slightly as many artists, understandably, do throughout a performance under the hot lights. It takes him awhile to pinpoint his guest but the red suit leaves little question.

It is characteristic in his shows for him to kiss fans, get down on his knees and simply be uninhibited in ways few were or would accept. It is no surprise to any fans when the flashily dressed young man up front has Ziggy laying on the stage in front of him in the middle of Rebel Rebel, singing directly to him. However, there is a roar from the crowd wen Ziggy grabs him behind the neck to yank him in for a kiss. Warm and inviting, Ziggy naturally projects during a performance when he comes into contact with someone. He can't help it because his mother's people never trained their own to close their minds. It leaves Dorian to feel the emotional high through the kiss before Ziggy pulls away and all but bounds across the stage. Others get quick pecks throughout the set but nothing like Dorian.

Once he's offstage it will take Dorian some time to get through the crowd and make it back. In those few minutes Ziggy has cut a couple lines of cocaine, which is left out on the dressing table, and has a cup of coffee. Kimono untied to try and cool down he's waiting for Dorian whenever he makes it out of the front of the house.

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mayfairmonster

Everything about the concert feels like a spell being cast over the crowd, and Dorian's happy to let go and give himself over to it. Bodies push against him as the energy in the room grows, and the feeling pushes against the ache in his heart, slowly displacing it with intrigue and excitement. Being drawn in for a kiss in the middle of it all feels right, and the emotions that seems to pass from Ziggy to himself through it spark with supernatural energy. Dorian knows it without even having to think about it, but he's too surprised to do much more than react as it happens. It's not a simple thing to throw him off guard these days, but this warm and open gesture does it.

By the time the set ends, there's a lingering high wrapped around Dorian's mind that shouldn't be there because he hasn't taken anything. It feels good-- warm, and subtly intoxicating, and leaves him at ease in a way he knows, distantly, isn't natural. Not that he's about to slow down enough to really think about it.

When he makes his way into Ziggy's dressing room, his fingers are wrapped around a single red lily. He waits until he's invited to sit to offer it, leaning over to press a kiss to the other man's cheek as he does. Gestures like this from Dorian are usually shallow pleasantries, but in this case his appreciation (of Ziggy's art, of his music) is genuine, as is his pleasure at having the man's company.

"You always do know how to put on a show." It's pure luck that he manages not to throw out the past tense. "You were wonderful tonight."

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ziggyplayedguitar

Ziggy had just settled down on the couch when Dorian comes in. He can feel the emotional high reverberating back, as well as hints of underlying emotions, but he doesn't hesitation to motion to the open space on the couch. He's gotten flowers before, but it is nice to feel the appreciation rather than something a little more manipulative in intent. He takes the flower and returns the kiss to the cheek. The high is still there and projected over the contact. It would take Ziggy hours to come down from the stage energy and nearly as long to stop projecting every time his mind turned to someone in his vicinity.

"Thank you." The grin is an arrogant and self assured one. He lives for compliments, in part because he has to or risk the environment around him dragging his mind down into despair.

"Help yourself." He motions toward the makeshift bar and the dressing table across the room. There's a bit of booze, probably not to the quality Dorian is used to drinking, and cocaine that is the highest quality anyone was going to find. There's an assortment of mixers as well and the full pot of coffee, that left to his own devices, Ziggy would soon drink his way through with or without spiking it with whiskey. After the offer, Ziggy busies himself breaking the lily stem and tucking it behind his ear for lack of a better place to put it. Close, for something laden with emotional residue, is always preferred and a flower has the perfect excuse to keep it close.

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mayfairmonster

As he settles in comfortably, Dorian’s eyes drift around the room to take in everything this rare opportunity has to offer. The drugs and alcohol are common enough offerings in the rock and roll world, coming from someone’s alter ego or not. His gaze lingers on the host of colorful costumes hanging up at the other end of the room. Most are pushed together in a way that he can’t make out many details, but those he can see catch his interest and hold it for a few moments. The style of most of them are to his taste both in colors and flamboyancy, and the sight tugs inescapably at his heart for a moment as he imagines just how elated Toby would be to be sitting where he himself is right now. There’s a great temptation to ask to look at the garments, but all in good time, Dorian figures. For now he gives his attention back to the man sitting next to him.

It’s still jarring for him to look at Ziggy and feel his mind torn in a few different directions over his appearance. Both Bowie and Lucifer hold equal claim to this face in his mind now, even as he doesn’t get the same intensity or pronounced pride from this man as he does from the angel. The difference helps a little in separating the pair in his mind.

“There was an energy in the room when you were playing,” Dorian starts, after mixing himself a drink and settling in again. He studies Ziggy’s reaction to his words with a rapt interest and curiosity. “As if everyone was feeling the same elation all at once. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” He’s still not entirely convinced it wasn’t partly supernatural. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s encountered beings incapable of influencing people through music. “I’d love a ‘backstage’ tour through your process and your art,” he continues, indicating the outfits hanging across the room, and the makeup still out from being used. The smile he offers is flirtatious and engaged— and why wouldn’t it be? Ziggy is interesting, obviously open-minded, and beautiful. There’s nothing about this backstage meeting that doesn’t have the immortal intrigued.

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ziggyplayedguitar

"Charisma." Ziggy offers with a smile that, despite a glorious lack of humility, verges on shy. "I've always had a way with people and the message I have is important."

Ziggy lived in a reasonably standard version of Earth but society was full of denial, close minded in general. He was threatening to a lot of people by existing, by changing minds. It's natural for his hand to drift up to where the scars are on his chest even if the partially closed kimono still hides them. "Not everyone agrees with my art but it's effective."

He can see the way Dorian is looking at the clothing and is not surprised. His costuming always brought a lot of attention but he's more concerned about the line of questioning. He doesn't know if he can trust this person and his ideas are flirting dangerously close to the truth.

"You and every other reporter I've ever seen." There's mischief in his smile because he didn't let the public in on his creativity usually. Reporters clamored to talk to him let alone get that kind of insight. Though, he feels nothing but curiosity and appreciative interest from his visitor which calms his wild paranoia that has developed since being shot.

"I make them." He shrugs and stands obviously inviting Dorian along with a glance. "Everyone wants to know who my designer is and where I get them because there's a pervasive perception that a rockstar can't do anything for themselves."

He's not ready to share more of his creative process necessarily because it requires revealing too much of who, and what, he is. Maybe eventually but for now sewing and some outlandish mix of human culture in his wardrobe is harmless enough.

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mayfairmonster

"The close-minded are threatened by change," Dorian offers. He's more than familiar with it after more than a century of running with crowds that pushed the envelope of all things decadent and hedonistic. Backlash has always been a reliable and tiresome response to people pushing past the boundaries of what society deems acceptable-- the only response, in Dorian's mind, is to wear that backlash as a badge of honor. He can't tell if Ziggy does or not, but it's evident that his devotion to his art drives him to ignore his critics regardless. "And especially threatened by radical art. I've experienced that as well, back when I had a band myself."

The response to his question is a little evasive, but Dorian appreciates it. It wouldn't do for the curtain to be drawn back too quickly-- and if he's going to be given a tour around the edges of Ziggy's art in this subtle way anyway, he's interested regardless.

"I like them. The pattern on this outfit is sumptuous. I have a few kimonos that it puts me in the mind of." He indicates the pretty, half-open number Ziggy's lounging in right now. Dorian indicates one of the outfit's long, billowy sleeves. "Do you mind if I touch? The texture looks very comfortable and smooth."

Edited Date: 2020-09-10 05:19 pm (UTC)

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ziggyplayedguitar

"You had a band?" Ziggy asks with open curiosity. He knows a lot of musicians, though none very closely right at the moment. There was a small group of them that were radicals; mostly like Ziggy, in appearance, gender and sexuality. However, there can never be enough in the circle, even former artists.

"My love of Japanese art started early. My father worked closely with a lot of Japanese colleagues before I was born and I picked up on his fascination and appreciation of the culture." He offers, though this is common knowledge about his family it does give a hint of information.

He nods in agreement to being touched. However, the fabric isn't particularly human made. It is silk but the treatment of the threads and fabric are Anthean, meaning it is a thinner and smoother fabric than the human weaving. It saved him on stage. He had some of this mother's intolerance of high temperatures. The embellishments are delicately painted on, showing no sign of bleed or over painting and the buttons of the sleeves, matching pine green rhinstones.

Ziggy is used to people touching his clothing and returns to his drink, paying little attention to Dorian's touch for the moment.

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ziggyplayedguitar

Ziggy had only taken a quick nap after arriving. If he was going out then it would take him hours to get ready, even traveling with the lighter wardrobe of a tour. The suite was nice with a balcony and a lot of sunlight. It demanded some lounging before anything else could be done.

He had picked out a knee length red silk wrap kimono dress embroidered with white flowers, bright green foliage and wrist length bell sleeves paired with red knee high platform boots. Dressed he turns to make up; crimson eye shadow, gold eyeliner and matching metallic lipstick. By some miracle he is done at a quarter til 8. It gives him time to do a few lines of coke and pour a glass of champagne before Addie is due to arrive.

Edited Date: 2020-05-28 11:27 pm (UTC)

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addiesands

Addie arrives in the lobby right on time, dressed in gorgeous blue cocktail dress. She had just the right amount of time after her meetings to get home to change and touch up her makeup and hair. It’s been quite some time since she’s crossed paths with Ziggy and most of them have been in public. Still, she always likes spending time with other people who get it.

So around 8:05, she’s knocking at his hotel room door.

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ziggyplayedguitar

There's the tell-tale clop of platform boots as he comes to answer the door. He's in his usual, notoriously cheerful mood when he opens the door and Addie gets a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Hello dear!"

He steps out of the way to let her in. The suite is sparse but comfortable with large windows and a balcony. Though they aren't on the top floor the room is full of city lights and would be sunlight if it were day time. "We've enough time for a drink if you want one."

He'd made the reservation for 9 because meetings running over or traffic could make problems for an on time appointments.

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addiesands

"Hi there. I'm so glad you texted me. You look amazing as always."

She slips into the room, noting how warm and zen-like it is. Now that she owns a place in the city she doesn't get these likes of suites anymore. Still, there are perks to sleeping in your own bed.

"I'd love a drink. What do you have?"

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ziggyplayedguitar

"Thank you, but I can't fill a cocktail dress the way you do." It's a compliment and perhaps a little jealousy. He loved feminine clothing and being waifish some things, like cocktail dresses made for curves, just didn't look right.

He follows along letting her dictate where they sit or stand. He wouldn't blame her for pressing to the windows. Ziggy had spent enough time staring out them. "The champagne's cold."

The coke is still out on the coffee table. Everyone knew Ziggy drank heavily and was as heavily a user of cocaine. It caused problems more than once. He saw no reason to hide it from someone else in the lifestyle.

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addiesands

"Mmm, perhaps not. But you have a beautiful style all the same." Addie went to pour herself some champagne and noted the cocaine on the table. It wasn't for her, but she knew that Ziggy used. As long as it wasn't out of control, she didn't mind.

She did go to the windows then. Looking at the landscape of the city never got old, especially when it was from a different angle than her own loft.

"Great view, too. They spoiled you."

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ziggyplayedguitar

It was out of control but he's not quite the same as a human. He goes to join her at the window.

"I spoil myself." He's smiling at the view. It's beautiful. "Don't you spoil yourself?"

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addiesands

"Mmm, even better," she replies before taking a long sip of the champagne. "I do, though not all the time." Addie will buy the shoes, or the dress, but she doesn't give in to every whim. She's thankful for that, really.

"What else have you spoiled yourself with lately?"

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