OOC:<span style="font-style: italic">Ouch.</span>D: Don't worry about responding, you come first. I can wait.<br/><br/>"Sounds good to me." Chris led the obvious stomp-stomp-clap that came from the audience, managing to keep the look of boredom off his face, before they went into something considerably faster in Stone Cold Starved.<br/><br/>After a couple of the modded vore numbers he placed his guitar in his stand and shrugged off his leather jacket, causing a fresh barrage of screams and less-than-fresh underwear. He unhooked the microphone and sat on the lip of the stage, grinning. "If you're this excited for us I look forward to seeing how you're gonna react to Motorhead." He watched bemusedly as a barrier-climbing dragoness was carried off, calling the wolf's name in a weepy voice. "Man. Dedication." Smirking, he placed the mic back on its stand, picked up his guitar and waved to the sound man to start the intro to "Powerslave."<br/><br/>As the song came to its explosive close, Chris lifted his guitar above his head and roared a largely inaudible "Thank you!" in the vague direction of a microphone, before the mechanical jaw closed shut over the stage. He tossed his guitar to a roadie, looking every bit the cocksure rock star, and walked backstage, grinning and wrapping a towel around his shoulders. "Whoo. That was fucking<span style="font-style: italic">awesome</span>," he enthused with a giggle, plucking a thong off the top of his tail. "And we get to see Motorhead now." He giggled manically. "This is...oh, man. Awesome." The capacity for words seemed to be escaping him, so he flopped onto a couch, grinning tiredly.