OOC: Huh? Well choose one.<br/><br/>"No pyros, some smoke effects, but they'll be illusions. we have a good special effects wizard working for us behind the scenes."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris walked over a few minutes later, returning from the dressing room in a Halford-esque leather and studs get-up, complete with a mohawk. He paused next to the drumkit. "...Too much?" He smirked. "Not as if it'll change my mind. What are we planning with the effects then?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Since we don't want to overstage the main band, I thought we'd keep it low key. Here's what our resident effects wizard came up with." She pulled out a piece of card and unfolded it into a stage, like a pop-up child's book.<br/><br/>The model stage blurred, and was suddenly some sort of steam powered factory, all tubes and valves and guages. In the centre, the cast iron stomach of the band's logo. Tubes vibrated, guages slammed over to the red markers, and after about 15 seconds, thye whole thing exploded outwards. "This is matched to our intro music track, but this basic illusion doesn't have sound."<br/><br/>The explosion left a clear stage, with the the performers and their instruments on it.<br/><br/>"And for our fade out..." Mist formed around the edges of the stage, top and bottom, clarifying into a pair of jaws with needle sharp teeth. The jaws slammed shut, cutting off the performenrs from the audience.