<span style="font-style: italic">The empress or soon-to-be empress has been following the career of the hottest most talked about American Rockstar (my character). And has been frustrated and angered by the fact that none of her favorite rockstar tours has ever brought him to her country. She follows him almost in a stalkerish possessive I want him all to myself sort of way through articles in papers...that sort of thing. So the day comes when the Rockstar's tour brings him to her country. She makes it so he is unable to leave China. For his agent (my NPC for short period in rp) is a seedy fellow who is using his client's world tours for less than legal means. And when the empress finds out...she issues the agent an ultimatium. Contract or (insert your ultimatium here. ex. life in jail).</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Miscellanous/Pink_Illusion___Art_Trade_by_Sarah_Valsheim-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Adonis<br/>18<br/><br/>Adonis was getting ready. He was dressing in his signature outfit. And his hair was pink and black. And his clothing leather. He was a bit of a gothic guy. Loved his spikey collar and what not. He strums his guitar. he looks around and walks out onto stage. And the lights dim and he's lit up. His guitar playing as he then starts singing in Traditional Chinese.<br/>"W? chÃ ng nÃ  tiÃ¡nmÃ¬ de q?diÃ o. G?njÃ¹ g?i liÃ ng yÃ­nsÃ¨ de yuÃ¨liÃ ng. BÃ²fÃ ng w? de g?. TÃ²uguÃ² hÃ²u mÃ¬ wÃ¹.<br/>T?ngguÃ² duÃ¬ jiÃ©zÃ²u de y?ti?n. GuÃ²qÃ¹ p?i de yÃ¨w?n. N? huÃ¬ f?xiÃ n w? zÃ i zhÃ¨ nÃ­ngjÃ¬ng dÃ¬ h?iw?n. JiÃ n w? zÃ i mÃ¹sÃ¨ zh?ng.<br/>W? chÃ ng nÃ  tiÃ¡nmÃ¬ de q?diÃ o. XiÃ f?ng de liÃ ng yÃ­nsÃ¨ de yuÃ¨liÃ ng. BÃ²fÃ ng w? de g?. YÃ³u zuÃ¬ hÃ²u nÃ³ngwÃ¹.<br/>G?njÃ¹ shÃ¨xiÃ n de tÃ iyÃ¡ng. N? huÃ¬ f?xiÃ n w? de x?n zÃ i yÃ¹nxÃ­ng. F?nduÃ¬ dÃ¬ h?ilÃ ng tÃºÃ n. W? k?wÃ ng zÃ iyÃº c?.<br/>BÃ²fÃ ng w? nÃ gÃ¨ k?Ã i de diÃ ozi. DÃ ole huÃ¡ngh?n de shu?iluÃ² yuÃ¨liÃ ng. W? chÃ ng nÃ  sh?u g?. ZÃ i x?nggu?ng de zhÃ oyÃ o g?ng."<br/><br/>(Sing me that sweet tune. Under that bright silver moon. Play me that song. Through the thickest dense fog.Through the rhythm of the day. Past the beat of the night. You'll find me in that peaceful bay. See me in the fading light. Sing me that sweet tune. Beneath the bright silver moon. Play me that song. By the thickest dense fog. Under the rays of the sun. You'll find my heart on the run. Against the patterns of the waves. Therein lies what I crave. Play me that lovely tune. By the twilight's fading moon. Sing me that song. On the starlight's shining gong.)<br/><br/>He finishes his song. Which echoes with his sexy and angelically beautiful voice. His tongue singing the song with elegance and grace. And a fluidity in a language that clearly was not his own.<br/>(NOTE: The english translation for that is an exerpt from MY own lyrics I wrote...please do not steal)[megavideo][/megavideo]