Pandora didn't bother to wait.  She could care less what the crowd thought.  Most of them were too drunk or too stoned or just plain too stupid to appreciate what they'd just heard.  Besides, she didn't need their validation for what had just happened here on stage.  It had been beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful, an imperfect masterpiece.  And now, the last chord had rung, signaling an end to the night.  To everyone else, it was merely a stage, but to her... this was an alter.  Tossing her black and silver Les Paul to her guitar tech, she strode off stage.<br/><br/>Skin tight metallic blue trousers tucked into silver go go boots hugged her long legs and a matching vest hugged her frame, pushing her breasts up.  She wore her hair, blonde streaked with pink and blue, glitter flashing beneath the lights, piled up on top of her head.  Dark eye shadow, blue lipstick, a small red star on one cheek, graced a face that rarely held more then a hint of a smile.<br/><br/>She never stayed on stage longer then necessary.  Let Murmer and the others take the credit.  She could care less.  She knew when she'd pushed herself to her limits, reached beyond herself to touch something... something powerful, something spiritual, something... she had no word for it, but they'd come close to reaching it tonight.  They always came so close, yet never quiet achieved it.  It left her feeling exhilerated, yet frustrated that it had eluded her grasp once more.<br/><br/>She spared a quick glance back to the stage, towards Murmer.  Somehow it had all come together with him... Not that the others weren't brilliant, but he seemed to pull something out of them that they weren't quite capable of on their own.  Let him bask in the idolation... he deserved it.  She's already gotten what she needed.<br/><br/>She passed through the dressing room, pausing long enough to put on her sunglasses, their lenses reflecting silver, hiding her eyes.  She felt restless, wanting to be gone from here.   Pacing back and forth, she waited for the others to join her.  Impatient, she popped a pill into her mouth, washing it down with water from a half empty bottle.  It was the only way she knew to sustain the high that was already beginning to ebb.