The Night of a Lifetime (Open to all event)

[jasondrone]

This was a huge event and it was not even in Hollywood, however a lot of famous faces were turning up here, gifted and non gifted. It was not just the singers and dancers it was movie stars and such as well, young and old was here just about everyone. You did not even have to be famous to be here. So what is this event and where is it well, it is a concert which has been set up in New York, there where many people performing at this concert, from the not so famous singers to the really famous and well known ones. There were many here who had high expectations for this day.

The Area where the place had been set up was flooded with lights it was dazzaling, there was almost something mystical about it. Jason Drone who was going to take part in the singing was at this moment in the crowd. He was mainly looking for his twin Nathan, hoping he would be here. If not he would just have settle for someone else to talk to or go get a drink of something, after all this could be considered a party as well.

[telly]

Monroe Willis was there to sing. She was waiting for her back-up singers to arrive and the rest of her band. Well she usually referred to them as her band because the same ones were always with her even though they weren't actually part of her name. She was supposed to go on soon and she wondered where they were.

As she waited, she spotted a teenaged boy and wondered who he was with. She walked over to him, glancing around to make sure her band still wasn't there. "Hey kid. You alone?" She didn't want to come off as creepy, but she was afraid it was too late. "I'm a singer here. You might know me. Name's Monroe Willis. I'm a rocker. How about you? What're you doing here?"

[Luka "Freddie" Durowitz]

Freddie was bored. He heard about a concert that was being put together in New York and figured that he might as well attend. He loved music, and he figured he needed something like that to get his mind off of, well, everything really. Although he put on a tough guy facade, he really was a sappy guy deep down. However nobody he knew was aware of this.

He dressed in some comfortable casual clothes and made his way to the airport. After a short flight he made it to New York from D.C. and was able to get in for free seeing as he was a member of the Ministry. He wondered what it would be like to have all the gifted and non-gifted together in one place. He hoped that nobody got the idea to do something stupid.

Using his free pass he made his way about the area checking things out and trying to find the best place to sit. He was excited to be there. Glad to be out of the office, hell out of the District for that matter. He loved his job, but it left little time for a social life. Maybe he'd hit a gay bar after the concert and possibly meet someone. He found a seat and settled in waiting for the concert.

[Chad Barlow]

A concert. One that was full of a lot of great artists. Chad was excited. He loved music of all sorts and figured that this would be the best opportunity in a long time to come around. After several hours of debating with him, he was able to convince his brother to go as well. After all, you rarely ever saw one without the other anyway.

Chad readied his things and made his way about the hotel room making sure that he had his wallet, keys, and camera. Once certain that he did he decided to meet his brother at the concert.

He made his way out of the hotel to the rental car that he had gotten when arriving in New York a few hours earlier. He drove to the site of the concert and found a nice parking place. He got out of the car and set the alarm before heading inside.

Once inside he looked at his ticket and went to find his seat, in the front row of course. He found it and to his surprise saw a familiar face. Right next to where he was sitting. "Well, hello there Freddie. I should have known that you'd be here of all places tonight." he said before taking his seat and smiling over at him.

[Stewart Barlow]

Chad had talked Stewart into going to a concert in New York. He of course loved music like his brother, and was actually anxious to go, but he had just felt like seeing his brother think that he was reluctant for the hell of it. He dressed in his concert clothes and checked himself in the mirror as he heard Chad leave the hotel. He knew that Stewart liked to appear on his own, even if they always did wind up at the same place. Stewart loved to drive and ride in his own limos but being locked up for over 20 years would make anyone love doing things they'd never done before. It had been over 100 years since then, but he still enjoyed all the simple things in life.

After making sure that he was looking well enough to be seen in public Stewart made his way out to the car and got inside. He turned on his radio and drove to the concert hall. Once there he parked beside Chad's car and made his way inside. He found his seat and saw Chad next to Freddie Durowitz of all people. He offered the man a kind smile before taking a seat next to his brother. "Hello Freddie." he greeted softly.

[marshall]

New York and a concert. Shit. Vacations over.

Paul stepped out of his car and made his way to the tunnel for the side entrance. The guards and escorts at the door had already been contacted and briefed so all he did was nod and slip inside. He did his homework well. No time for arguing with some lame ass underpaid security guard, with hero complex.

The echo of the growing crowd could be heard in the lower level of the main stage. Here in one of many network camera hubs he glanced at the flashing screens. Ladies dressed to the nines in sequins and plunging necklines, the hottest actors strutting in million dollar suits, even the young and rising wannabe stars were flashing their freshly corrected teeth for the cameras. The place was pumped and it was at least an hour before showtime.

He could have been in the crowd, had seats with a few of the 'now' stars in music today if he had wanted to, but he didn't. Not only because of the crowds, but because of why he was there.The idea of being in the presence of so many hyped up starry eyed fans and celebrities that think the world revolves around their ass actually made Paul's skin crawl. He despised, with a passion, large events like this, and would have gladly opted for a root canal with no anesthesia before willingly choosing to attend, but one would never tell unless you knew him and heard him say it. He also had a job to do.

At least today he was coming back from two weeks of vacation time. Much needed vacation and it made it all a little easier to handle. The time spent relaxing with family had put him in a better mood, a better mood for Paul Marshall, which wasn't saying much. Maybe with his refreshed state it downgrade it from a root canal to a cleaning. From necessary and painful to necessary and annoying. Whatever. Bitching about it wasn't going to get his job done any sooner.

After watching people arrive for a few he ventured through the other rooms towards the standing area on the side reserved for the stage security and local police and emergency personnel. As he settled against a support beam the corners of his mouth tugged just the slightest bit, his eyes locking on the third row. This was gonna be a good day. His target was right there. Now all he had to do was watch and wait. Wait to see what clique he disappeared with afterwards and find a way to get him alone. Either way he was sure now the man had no clue he was on the list or else he wouldn't be out in public like this. Moron.

[Deshon Raymond]

His agent had told him about the concert in New York. He got the invite a few days later and was excited to be able to go on stage again with a lot of huge names and new faces. He had been taking a slight break from touring to work on his newest album and found this was a great way to introduce some of his new material to the public. He had one already released to the radio stations and it was rapidly climbing the charts every day.

Deshon readied himself back stage doing his usual vocal exorcises to get his voice warmed up for the performance. He was allowed to do five songs and he knew just which ones he was going to do. The last of course would be his new release. He drank some water down and walked around to try to get a look at all the other artists who had come to perform that night.

He saw a young woman that he recognized talking to a young singer and approached the two of them. Once he was closer he recognized them. "Monroe Willis and Jason Drone. Nice to meet you two. Deshon Raymond." he introduced himself with a kind smile.

[jasondrone]

Jason had no idea what singers and performers would be here he had only met a few in the career he had so far but the most he had met were rather friendly, he would not be all that surprised if he was the youngest one of them all. It was a surprise to him that he had gotten signed to a record label and he was glad, he did not mind if it was one of the tops he he had plenty of time to work his way up he was still young after all. He knew though that this was the career for him.

It was at that point he was approached by one of the many in the crowd, actually no when the women got closer he realized who it was and he grinned. He did not mind if what she said sounded creepy
"Yeah Ive heard of you , its nice to meet you," he put out his a hand for her to shake.
"Well I am just waiting for my Twin, i'm a singer as well Jason Drone." he told her smiling a little glad to meet her and the fact it was another singer.

It was at that point Deshon Raymond approached and introduced himself and a smile reached from ear to ear.
"Wow its great to meet you, i'm surprised you heard of me, i'm most likely the least famous person here."