The Janglefest - GAR Benefit

[Breezy Breezer]

OOC - This is an OPEN non-violent thread for the Republic and its allies.

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Even after his brief time away, the crowds could all say that Breezy - twelve times winner of the 'Hippest' Award for best Jangler - was on top form. It was the first stop on his 750 planet tour of the Republic (not the outer-rim because screw that), his self appointed 'Janglefest Tour', that would see him tearing up the Galaxy alongside such noted acts as 'Gruupa and the Rancors' 'Mando Mania Super Smash Rally' and of course 'My Wampas Left Arm' (a somewhat more niche act). Breezy, sat in his dressing room, barely even knew where he was, courtesy of the Death-Stick gently smoldering in its tray.

"You're on in five darling!" came the incessantly shrill voice of his assistance droid, who tutted as it ushered out a small cadre of semi-clothes assistants, backing singers for the forthcoming show. "I understand doll face, are they warmed up for me?" he asked, to which the Droid offered no response, for it was to busy tackling an adoring fan out of the room. He checked the list of songs for the day, and rose from his chair. Taking out a small pen from his desk, he signed a few autographs from those with 'backstage access' and walked down the corridor, smiling as he passed a camera crew from CNN, filming backstage for a new documentary.

"Well, Breezys just this guy you know?" responded Breezys agent to a question otherwise unknown. Breezy ignored the camera as he passed it, walking up the stairs as he heard the applause of the crowd. Standing in the wings, he waited for the moment to arrive. Pyrotechnics fired into the sky, forming the shape of the Sith Logo in the nights sky. The crowd gasped in horror, but soon, applause rose for Breezy stepped out on shade, a mere silhouette at the back of the vast arena. Pulling out an outlandish pistol from his side, he fired a flare at the vast logo, which burst through it, and burned it away, replacing it instead with a colossal letter, which sent the crowd berserk.

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The people loved it, even in the VIP boxes at least one person had fainted. Breezy, the legend of the Core, the myth of the Mid, and the slightly annoying guy from the rim, was here, and suddenly the war just didn't seem to matter. The lights shot up, music flared from his backing singers, and he was revealed to his audience. Vast shoulder pads, a huge cravat in glorious color changing cloth, and a pair of brightly flared trousers made up the first of his many costumes.

He raised his hands, as if appealing for calm, and his trusted assistance, and massive death stick addict, Eromolious the Ewok, walked forwards, the infamous Soosifute of Breezy in his hands. Falling to his knees, the Ewok presented it to his Master. Taking it gently, he raised it aloft, and said with a calm voice into the microphone. "This first song, is for the men and woman of...." he forgot his lines, but it didn't matter, because fame needed no accuracy "...the planets." the crowd started to cry, as he gently began to croon out the notes of 'My Ewok has no Ears.' an emotional piece about a Jawa who goes to war.

Critics called it a masterpiece of subversion, the title suggesting more than the lyrics let on. Other critics called it a 'load of total garbage', but any publicity is good publicity right?