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Was the young musician aware of the pettiness unfolding among some in the crowd? Yes she was. Had she expected so many people to be drifting their attention to her? Yes she did (alright, in reality she didn’t but being who she was, it fueled her cockiness). Sadly the commotion got a bit worse as the one who hired her added to it. Throwing money onto the stage as if she were some stripper… or worse… a street performance. Wait was she really putting strippers above that? Yes, yes she was. Secretly rolling her eyes beneath closed lids she finished her song and waited for the situation to settle. She looked confused at it, in reality she was. She did not think that such pettiness would result in someone getting thrown out of a party for self centered, two faced beings? Guess model’s still had some part of a soul?

Hearing Scarre attempt to “console” her, she visually rolled her eyes for all to see. Fists on her hips, her bow and violin still in her hands, she looked down at him. ”I couldn’t care less. There problem not mine.” She commented, not too loud so only those nearest the stage could hear. It seemed that her confident attitude only added to the spark she had lit to some of their hearts as others near Scarred whistled. Wow… this is going to be a very… very easy night…

Making a motion to someone working the stage, she had her violin case slid to her. Opening up she would place it in the front of the stage. Now one might think this was for them to put cash in it, but there was actually a sign on the inside with a note:
Glad you enjoyed the show ~
Tips are preferred through wireless bank transfer. <3
Acount # ……
P.S. Don’t forget to leave a review at ….. ~

She was clearly no fool. People didn’t often walk around with that much cash. Not only that but she didn’t want to exactly jingle on her walk home either. That was just asking for trouble. Besides, cash tips were limited on the amount people had, were as… bank ones meant a whole lot more dough~. With drinks involved, it was likely some of these were going to be very… very… generous.

To help her cause, after opening her violin she gave the crowd a bright smile with an wink as she put the violin to her chin. Nodding to the man backstage, he pressed a key on a laptop beginning to play a mix she had ready. It was time to turn things to a whole new level.


NEW Song

There wasn’t much she was paying attention to the further she went into her performance. The stage had been set, her method of payment established, all there was for her to do was to play. The reactions of those in the party didn’t affect her in any way. She took pride in her skills and would also perform her best wither it be alone in her room or a high society crowd, even a hobo would hear her at her best. Seeing as it was a party, she had decided to bring a variety of different types of songs to play, each with backup sound to help, after all sometimes a little extra pre recorded instruments here and there could and would add to the performance. The downside, was it required excellent timing on her part, but that was something she had down. After all, if she didn’t she wouldn’t have brought the selection she had. Her performance shifted from movie soundtracks, to instrumental covers of old songs, to classical (some of which were spiffed with a more metallic or rock feel).

While she had not come dressed in black tie attire, she felt she was dressed up perfectly for her performance. While it may not have been noticeable at first, as she moved across the stage (no, not in some dance performance, just swaying and walking slowly) her clothing resembled that of one often worn by maestros. She was there as a musician, not some fancy model after all, what she was wearing only emphasised it. Besides she wanted to make sure some paparazzi didn’t make the mistake of putting her in the paper. Last thing she needed was her face splattered everywhere. Was this her cockiness showing? Yes, she indeed think she was capable of outshining models at their own party had she dressed up.

Time after time passed and she reached the end of her list. She had enough for a 45 minute performance. She of course had another mix, but, she did need to take breaks. Besides there were other entertainments at the party that needed their time. With a downward motion she played her last note, a quick and sharp sudden end to the song she was playing. Her arm outstretched swiftly once it was hit as she slowly lowered herself into a bow.

It was time for a break…...?

Irony truly was a factor in this platonic relationship of theirs, perhaps more on his end, after all he had been the one to fail to notice who she was on the other side of the phone. Artemis had been well aware of who her actions and words were being directed towards. She heard him before seeing him, as her back was turned in putting her violin away in the case off to the side of the stage, not on the stage, but down below. She wasn't there for the party after all, and while she wasn't surprised someone was speaking to her, she had hoped that she could have slipped off without much of a fuss. Hearing the familiar voice from the Onesie Model, a mixture between smile and smirk came onto her lips, but she adjusted her facial expressions before turning around. The brunette took on a more curious look as she tilted her head with some more of his words.

"Irony is something I find abusive in this relationship"

Artemis' first intention was to play it off as if she had no recollection of who he was, however as he was quick to continue speaking it made such a "game" difficult to start, so her tactics shifted to just remain the same as they had when they first met. Hearing him talk about his own ignorance or a slip of the hand she scoffed with a slight roll of the eye. Was he that open to admitting he had been too "stupid" to notice it was her? Either way she allowed him to finish speaking before interjecting. Just because she was sassy and verbally rude didn't mean she couldn't have some manners.

"I don't think you will have to even perform your other half...."

Her head tilted slightly, her makeshift bunny ears dropping slightly to the side with her movement. Her eyes while curious, showed suspicious. She was no fool, she knew he was leading up to something, but what could it be?

I didn't expect you to tone yourself down, but instead shine like the goddess you are. "

Artemis gave a quick shrug and comment. "Why dress up for people I don't give a rat's a** about? Not worth the time or effort. My time is precious. Besides..." She eyed him up and down. "You should have stuck to the onesie." In other words, why point her clothing decisions when he looked like a businessman hobo crossbreed? Of course, this was a bit of a joke? Most likely. He had jested her, it was only fair she jested back.

"I rather my tip be something more interesting...."

Aaaaah and there it was, his true intention. Artemis' eyes rolled as her finished the rest, a devilish smirk coming to her lips as it was finally her opportunity to truly speak. Her hands for dramatic effect would move with her speech, starting off clasping at her chest in a gesture of "surprise". "Oh my... really!? I.... I..." Her tone sounded genuinely excited at the offer but her previous smirk was a dead give away that it was not going to go down like she was some silly teenage girl in awe at his offer, however to on lookers who could not see her gaze, they would not know any better.

Her hands dropped from her chest as she got to the punch line. "I never knew there was something worse than no tips. Bravo! I should have know if anyone could make that possible it would be you."

As he spoke Artemis smirked coyly as he mentioned she thought her natural beauty was enough. However she would wait for him to finish everything before she interjected. Her gaze falling to the guy snorting a sad means of finding a good time not far from them. Her head shook slightly to the side. Though, could he really be one to judge? Wasn’t using similar? She could sniff a bit on his breathe. How drunk was he?

”Aw look at you already knowing me so well~.” Was this the right reaction to his first comment on her natural beauty? Should she have admitted it as truth? He after all had put a somewhat negative thing at the end of it, that she was an attention seeker. In all honesty she was, however she had her reasons for it and in this particular case it was just to make some extra money, there was no shame in that? People used their looks all the time, why should she be any different?

Interactions with Scarre were so far always interesting, something that she did not find very often. Most had a tendency to get bored, or annoyed with her behaviour, but he seemed to just fuel her need for somewhat abusive wordplay. Though this time, it was not as aggressive as it was in their first meeting. They was yes some jesting, but she was not as cruel as she was before, at least it had not been her intention with her tip remark. Her smirk widened as she chuckled thinking about how he responded to it. ”You took that wonderfully well, despite not being what I meant,” she stated, her right hand raising quickly booping him in the nose. ”I never send spending time with you was worse than no tip~. Tis being in this party.” Obviously she had worded it in a manner that he could misinterpret it, and that was what made her who she was. She liked to mess around, though she could be direct if she wanted. ”You are the only decent thing about this. And the only reason I accepted such a job… that and that damn auction. Though I could have done a different music service for you.”

Artemis took a step back to look at the party full of models. Half of which seemed to be drunk or otherwise intoxicated. ”Hmmm… walk away slowly? But it's not the same without the reindeer tail~.” Had he looked when they parted was at the christmas event? Perhaps, she hadn’t turned around to confirm but she wouldn’t be surprised if he hand. ”In all honesty I was thinking of stuffing myself with pizza, hot wings or something like that once I was done here… but I should work up an appetite for it don’t you think?” She questioned with a coy grin but before she could answer she had taken him by the hand and was taking him to the dance floor. ”May as well take advantage of the one and only model party I am going to be at?”

The ball was in his court. Would he lead?

It truly was an intoxicating chase. In all honesty, Artemis could not remember ever feeling this way. Something about it kept her trapped, kept her unable to move on and end the chase. Hearing him admit that it was a chase caused something to stir inside her, her soul fluttered? Knowing that it was a mutual chase made it all the better~.

When asked about her music services she gave him a coy smile and a mere two words. ”Private show~”. Of course she meant with her violin, but why not let his imagination fun a bit wild? Of course playing for him privately would be better than at this party, she could cater to his personal musical tastes. Music was quite…. “romantic” after all. Had a way of playing with a person's state of mind.

Hands around her waist, she placed hers on his shoulders and allowed him to begin to guide her. While the song playing was not a musical masterpiece, it did its job for party music in having rhythm, something that was danceable. Body close to his, she let one hand slide from his shoulder to play with his loose tie, letting it twist and slide between her fingers. He wanted to know who she blew off to be here? In other words, he wanted to know how special he was. Wither she found him better than other options. Sure she knew he was probably just joking, but there was still curiosity to know the answer. ”Just Apollo.” She spoke the truth, but who Apollo was to her would be a mystery to him. He was bound to ask a follow up question, so after a seductive pause she would answer the question he was bound to have. ”My twin will live. There are leftovers.” A little new information about her. ”I am too picky to really have anyone special in my life.” Oh ho, more information. Information that was bound to be “real music” to Scarre’s ears. Though that wouldn’t be hard with what they were dancing too.

Scarre would find that she would follow his every lead in their dance, their actual dance, not their flirt one, though perhaps she was following him there too. She was the girl, girls were to be led, and so she would submit to his desires, but that did not mean she could not mix in little things of her own to spice it up. Artemis turned within his arms so her back was facing his torso, her waist swaying to the rhythm, his hands finding themselves on the front of her hips.

”I do hope you didn’t drink too much. I’d rather you remember this in the morning~” She was well aware he had been drinking. She had seen the glass in his hand as she had performed. Though, how good his tolerance was, she could not be sure. ”Though I think you will, you haven’t lost balance just yet. You are also still coherent. Naaaaah. I am just unforgettable~” She jested boosting her own image again claiming no matter what he would never forget her. As she said those words, her hands slide slowly down his arms all the way to his hands as she continued to move, her back to his chest.

What was it about Scarre that made being around him so enjoyable? It was the way he played the game and the way he knew he was playing. It was no fun playing if the other had no idea how to play the game. Scarre was doing quite well, and she could tell that she was still on even terms with him, she was doing a fine job of keep him on his toes, so to speak. Although he inquired further about certain things, Artemis decided not to delve further into the conversation. She was done with the act of talking, for now she just wanted to focus on what they were doing at the moment, their dance, one that was more than just simple rhythmic movements of their bodies. It was much more than that, it was a physical representation of their little game, at least it was in her mind. There was much one could learn with body movement alone, especially someone like her. Having been born with the inability to speak, body language, the act of touch, it was a language that to her was basically her native tongue. She could pick up the softest of hints, and she knew how to give out her own.

It seemed that their enjoyable moment would come to a sudden end as a sudden explosion burst through the hotel hall. This was not good, not for her. While others reacted by running away, Artemis bit her lower lip in pain, a muffled whimper passing through her lips as her hands reached up to her ears, covering them. That explosion had not been a normal one, which would be clear as everything electronic in the room would shut down. It was an explosive with an emp burst as well. This was bad for poor Artemis as her ability to ear depended on implants within her ears, implants that were currently connected to her fake rabbit ears. They were not for show, they had a function, they recorded everything she heard, and even had the ability to pick up sounds normal humans would not be able too, if she had the setting on of course. It seemed that her current rabbit ear design was flawed. She had failed to protect it properly from emp bursts, and they consequently short circuited, which consequently affected outter part of the inside of her ear. The pain was from the sudden screech this short circuit caused in sound.

Ears ringing she couldn’t hear what was going on. She just stood there for a moment as she held her ears. Her eyes slowly making their way to the source…. who were they? They looked familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint how. Being busy with her music she hadn’t paid too much mind to everyone in the crowd. She did notice one important thing, the air treks on her feet. Riders…. and she didn’t have hers on her. Not that she was much of a storm riding… alright she could be if she wanted too, she just had different ambitions when it came to the storm riding world.