Core Music Symposium.
A challenging contest between multiple different indie musicians; from the famous to the underground, all kinds and backgrounds were welcome to participate, eyes on the prize. And though Willa knew a few of them by name only, she wasn't here to mess around.
G. Wiz began to take the cloudsound community by storm at the release of their latest album, Thorn and Poppy. With their identity a mystery and their face never seen, she knew that many were buzzing at the rumors spreading at her own attendance. Eyes were prying for a look at the new underground musician, to hear their voice and, possibly, glance their face.
Which was why she dressed in the privacy of her own ship, long before the show itself was about to begin. The loss of her eye meant a new cybernetic one; she bound her chest, and filled out her curves some to avoid gender marking, but donned on a black jumpsuit, streaked in vibrant yellow, blue and gold, a few slashes here and there meshed with brilliant colors, a filmy slashed skirt in gold framing her legs. Her hair was left out naturally poofy, one side bearing a single braid streaked in bright violet, the rest of her face obscured in a bright mask reminiscent of Enby's.
She could hear the mingling voices outside, and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. The show was about to begin for her introduction... but who waited on the other side?
@Mr. Teatime
A challenging contest between multiple different indie musicians; from the famous to the underground, all kinds and backgrounds were welcome to participate, eyes on the prize. And though Willa knew a few of them by name only, she wasn't here to mess around.
G. Wiz began to take the cloudsound community by storm at the release of their latest album, Thorn and Poppy. With their identity a mystery and their face never seen, she knew that many were buzzing at the rumors spreading at her own attendance. Eyes were prying for a look at the new underground musician, to hear their voice and, possibly, glance their face.
Which was why she dressed in the privacy of her own ship, long before the show itself was about to begin. The loss of her eye meant a new cybernetic one; she bound her chest, and filled out her curves some to avoid gender marking, but donned on a black jumpsuit, streaked in vibrant yellow, blue and gold, a few slashes here and there meshed with brilliant colors, a filmy slashed skirt in gold framing her legs. Her hair was left out naturally poofy, one side bearing a single braid streaked in bright violet, the rest of her face obscured in a bright mask reminiscent of Enby's.
She could hear the mingling voices outside, and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. The show was about to begin for her introduction... but who waited on the other side?
@Mr. Teatime