The music came to a crashing halt,  and the screams of the crowd roared out over the stage.  Smashing against the band like a wave of energy.  “MORE! MORE!” The youth of New York screamed as they thrust themselves against the stage trying to make contact with the members of Dionysian tendencies.<br/><br/>These young men and women lived through the group for just one night,  living in some fantastic world where anything was possible.  For a few moments the only things that mattered was emotion…  lust, rage,  dissatisfaction…  but tomorrow they would return to their own lives,  and keep the memory of the band somewhere in the back of their minds, that is until came back on their next tour.<br/><br/>Murmur stood with his arms outstretched his face covered in a fine layer of make up,  accentuating his high cheek bones and alien features.  He was clad in a pair of tight white vinyl pants,  that glimmered whenever the lights shined upon them.  A pair of platform white bondage boots,  and a white vinyl bondage harness.  He bowed low his long hair nearly sweeping the floor,  and when he came to his feet once more he smiled.  “Thank you for coming…”  His voice was still hauntingly ethereal even without the music behind it.  “We love you all…”<br/><br/>He turned on his heels and headed off stage…<br/>