Sorry it took a bit, I've been busy, and it was hell to come up with how to write the performance. And I also just decided I wasn't hearing back from my friend to read over it, so hopefully it's not bad…
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So I also made a youtube playlist of songs that popped up on my Pandora station while writing the performance, so here's the link if you want to listen to something while reading: watch?v=POrR4o-Gbmw&list=PL2YJYpDJR9d4qdKUaB2ukkbXqiEnEfYTV&index=1
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If he was honest with himself, he had been curious about Jazz's work as a performer ever since he had mentioned it in their first conversation. And that's how he found himself; along with Elita and Chromia, each with their respective mates, in front of the stadium that the show would be taking place in.
They all moved forward to the door where they would be directed up or down for their seating when Dasher showed up to quickly direct them to their seats himself. Their seating was far enough that they didn't have trouble seeing the stage, but close enough that they didn't have to squint to see the performers either.
Before anyone could utter a thank you he was already gone, leaving them to sit and wait as the seats began to fill.
The show was called Starfall but Prowl had not heard much about such performances so he had no idea what to expect, though it seemed quite popular among all age groups and frametypes.
Prowl glanced over to the stage when the lights began to dim, all of the seats were full and everyone quieted down as one, as atmospheric lights lit small portion center stage.
No one was there yet music began to play in an odd mix that Prowl had never heard before. A shadow shown over the light space causing everyone to look up, as more lights from above lit more spaces, revealing performers above doing aerial tricks with Spanish webs around a section of aerial silk that stayed in a bunch in the center. A highly decorated femme walked out on stage and began to croon a light melody, followed by other decorated mechs and femmes walking around the stage with purpose, some sitting on the edge of the stage beckoning to the audience.
The drapery in the center suddenly dropped down, revealing a mech gliding down in it. Touching down, the mech grabbed the drapery before spinning around to the music in a slow yet fast pace as the aerial performers came down on their Spanish webs and slowly circled him.
One mech, picking him up from behind by the waist to spin around with him before being placed back down as he reached back for the now departing silk.
The mechs arm fell softly in what appeared to be sadness before being consoled by the surrounding femmes before they to departed back up on their ropes leaving him alone with the singer now at the edge of the illuminated space he found himself.
He carefully made an approach to the femme singer, who changed to be singing to him, luring him over. The two moved to the music together as other femmes and mechs sung over her together.
They show was telling a story Prowl noted, yet he could not place what it was about just yet, other then the mech falling from the sky.
The singer seemed to be directing his attention around which brought ones attention to the highly decorated stage that was covered up with the dark lighting.
The lights lit up as many big, and some small, mechs entered the stage, causing the mech that fell from the sky to flee, jumping off the stage to hide in front of it, out of view of the newcomers.
The mechs that had entered the stage then began to set up and begin a banquine act, contorting, balancing and many times throwing one another to another group ready for them, all staying in sync with each other.
Their act winded down as most mad their way jumping and flipping back to back stage, while the fallen mech peered over the stage before re-entering it, catching the optic of one of the banquine performers.
Both seemed to keep a distance between them as they examined the other, the banquine performer reaching out to grab the other, only for him to twirl away and around his form.
The banquine performer looked startled before slowly as if making peace with the other re-approached, slowly holding out his servo for the other to take. The fallen mech hesitantly took his servo, then being pulled close before being lifted much like the smaller banquine performers.
Another decorated mech or femme would enter stage to stand, twirl, or move precariously at the sides of the stage.
The banquine performer balanced the fallen mech by their side before throwing them up to catch their servos to continue balancing them.
The music shifted as the side performers danced around the stage, the banquine performer placing the other down as both backed up to watch the goings on, when a floor panel opened up and a mech jumped out to grab the fallen mech and pull them back down into the hole with them.
The floor panel reclosed leaving the banquine performer to scramble around until the other performers herded him towards the back of the stage.
A mech and femme entered from the two opposing sides of the stage, meeting in the middle, before they slowly came together, one lifting the other and balancing them on their frame, first while holding servos and then releasing them. Their moves were slow and calculated, both taking turns to balance the other, the act came to an end as they both came to s top standing nomal next to each other before turning to the side, directing everyone's attention to the fallen mech that had been standing near the edge of the stage undetected.
One offered an arm to him, making him come forward but stopped as the lights went out, making it almost impossible to see the stage performers.
The lights relit to a very dim blueish setting revealing a femme on a raised platform in center stage. She smiled as she began bending backwards in half, her legs coming over her head as she balanced herself on her arms.
The fallen mech sat down near the raised platform to watch.
The contortion act was intriguing and amazing to some, yet painful to watch for many, as she sat her aft over her helm. Midway through, four more contortionists entered to do a group performance, two balanced on one with two contorted below as support for the bottom performer.
The performance winded down as the banquine performer from earlier reappeared, moving to the fallen mechs side when the lights went out again but this time a black light shown, illuminating everything and everyone in a blueish glow. Markings on the fallen mech were suddenly brought out by the light, glowing neon blues and purples swirled and spiraled along his frame.
The banquine mech could be seen examining the markings as suddenly more of the same glowing marks could be seen in three different locations in the space above them, each circled by giant glowing rings.
The banquine performer and fallen mech both looked up to watch, the banquine performer sitting down next to the other as the aerial hoop performers descended.
Their full performance was done in black light, with the specially painted patterning on them telling the audience what was what. They were a dazzle of color and light as they flipped, twirled, spun and sometimes just hung onto their hoops.
Their performance came to a close as two of the three ascended back up with the other drifting down to beckon for the fallen mech to go up with them. The fallen mech approached but stopped to look back at the banquine performer who had become so fascinated with him.
The lights illuminated blue down onto the stage like moonlight; though cybertron did not have a moon of it's own, the troupe had travelled far enough to adopt many things from other planets.
The banquine performer stepped toward the fallen mech. The fallen mech pointing to above them, indicating that he must go back.
The banquine mech stepped closer to kiss the fallen mech before letting him go. The other hesitating before turning towards the hoop performer as an aerial silk fell down to the stage.
The fallen mech stepped toward the silk, grazing it lightly before grabbing a hold of one end before using it to let him suspend and spin around it. Coming to a stop he took a hold of both ends before beginning to pull himself up, wrapping the silk around a pede high up before pushing himself higher and repeating the process till he was fairly high.
Untangling his pede from the silk, he hung their before lifting his lower half over his upper to wrap a leg around the silk to knot it around the ankle joint before contorting his leg to be parallel with his chest. He continued to contort and twist in the silk, at times falling only to be caught by the silk.
He sat hung there with the silk wrapped around a leg when the last hoop performer came up alongside him. He untangled himself gracefully before joining the hoop performer in her hoop, both having a small acrobatic act of them sharing the hoop before the lights went out.
The music changed to a more upbeat note when the lights illuminated fully, the performers coming out to bow before going back to then have each group of performers come out to bow for their individual acts.
The stadium was loud from the applause and cheers, the band being the last to come out and bow.
Prowl and the others waited around as the crowds cleared out, they were just outside of the stadium talking about the show when the fallen mech performer approached them.
That's when Prowl all but stumbled back, the performer smiling at him with one servo on a hip. He couldn't believe he hadn't recognized Jazz, though now that he thought about it, he had stopped looking when the show started. Prowl argued with himself that it was because the other was barely wearing any armor and that his armor; though little, hid much, such as the joints of his legs which he did admit to himself were quite intriguing if not different.
"So ya like the show?" Jazz asked, truly curious of Prowl's response.
Prowl brought himself from his musings to look at Jazz, he was beautifully painted up in golds, bronzes, and coppers with highlights of orange here and there; but what drew Prowl's attention was the paint on his face that seemed to bring out his white optics along with the copper dust on his lips, which then caused Prowl to remember the final moments before the last act. Suddenly realizing that he was jealous of the other mech, Prowl's wings shot up before he could stop them. He had to shake himself out of his thought pattern so to not keep Jazz waiting for his answer.
"It was nothing I was expecting but better than," giving him an honest smile, he truly did enjoy the show and the different performances, but he was still having trouble with the meaning behind it.
Jazz seemed to glow from his response and gave him a beaming smile, that made Prowl forget his jealousy of the other mech for kissing Jazz.
They had parted ways from the others after the show, Prowl with a happy Jazz, that was now, all but welded to his left arm.
Prowl could only laugh at what he assumed was probably one of the oddest sites, with a half-armored, painted up mech hanging onto his arm, seemingly trying to pull him down to the ground.
As was their tradition now, Prowl was faithfully walking Jazz back to his apartment complex at the edge of the city; and considering the stadium was deeper in the city then Jazz's studio, it was a fairly tiring walk.
Prowl glanced down to the now calm but happy Jazz, "What was the meaning behind it?"
"Hmm?" Jazz hummed, looking up to him.
"The show, there was a meaning wasn't there? Or a story?" he was no longer sure if it there was a meaning or if it was just for entertainment.
Jazz looked back forward humming, "There's a story, it's just not easy ta see when watchn', no one thinks about it."
Both were silent as they continued walking.
"So what is it?"
"Hmm?"
Prowl looked back down to Jazz, "The story."
Jazz just stared at Prowl before lightly smiling and looking back to in front of him, "There was once a star tha fell from the sky, at first it was scared but then became intrigued by the mechs and femmes tha inhabited the world. One day it caught a mechs optic. The mech pursued the star and showed it everything he could about his world. Slowly the two fell in love but it was not ta be as another star was sent ta retrieve the fallen one. If the star did not return before the next full moon, the stars light would fade and in turn parish. The mech urged the star ta return ta it's home, for he did not want ta see it die; so the star promised the mech that he would dance for him in the sky. So when ya see stars flicker, tha's supposed ta be the star dancing for his love."
Prowl had listened, he felt sympathy for the star, yet he understood the mech wanting his love to live, a bittersweet end.
"Your troupe uses reference from other worlds?"
Jazz looked back up at Prowl, "Ya could place the references?"
Prowl shook his helm, "Not all, but the moon and stars are widespread around organic planets, though I have never seen them."
Jazz nodded his understanding.
"You're not from here, are you?" Prowl gave Jazz an appraising look.
Jazz smirked, "Nope."
"May I ask where?"
Jazz just laughed, "one of the sista planets of Cybertron, Musetron. What made you think I wasn't from here?"
"Most Cybertronians tend to stay to Transformer planets, and your frametype is not familiar here; though that is not a bad thing," Prowl answered, giving Jazz a soft smile.
By the time they got to Jazz's apartment it was pretty late and both were worn out from the walk, Jazz's jumping around didn't help matters.
Jazz headed towards the complex, when he turned around to see Prowl watching as he always did to make sure he got inside safe and sound.
Jazz half turned, looking over his shoulder, "Ya can come in if ya want."
Prowl didn't respond except to turn the other way to helm to his own place.
Prowl felt a servo grab his arm, making him stop and then turn to face the other.
Jazz gave him a wane smile before continuing, "We don't have ta do anythin', it's just ya live at the other end of town, an it's late…"
Prowl felt Jazz's servo tighten and then loosen before it fell away entirely. Looking at the others hopeful expression, he gave in quick enough, when he found himself being dragged along again by a happy Jazz to his apartment number.
Jazz quickly dropped Prowl's arm to flutter around his apartment before heading to the kitchenette to get them some energon.
Prowl took the time to look around the quaint apartment, he noticed a good portion of equipment seen during the show, some of it downsized for the apartment, such as the aerial silks. There was a pole not far from it that actually gave him pause before moving on.
Pictures projected onto one entire wall, that looked to be not unlike a supersized datapad. Most of the pictures appeared to be from past touring's from all around, some he couldn't even place on Cybertron, but many were with other troupe members, while others were with civilians. One which caught his optic was Jazz with some civilian younglings gathered around, as he did small tricks on the side for them. There were so many images that the ones one top were overlapping several layers of others underneath.
Moving on from the pictures, because he knew he'd be there all day if he tried to see them all, he walked by what looked like a hallow split sphere suspended from the ceiling. He stood there for a while trying to comprehend it when Jazz walked over and sat into the partner of the sphere he was looking at.
Both made optic contact, and there was a moment of silence before Jazz cracked a grin and went to pass Prowl his energon, "it's a chair."
Prowl shuttered his optics before looking back to the 'chair.' He took the offered cube and trying to not think about it, sat down.
Both sat in silence as they finished their late dinner before Jazz got back up to bring both now empty cubes to the kitchenette before returning to lead Prowl to the berthroom, "berth's this way."
Prowl was actually surprised that Jazz's berth was big enough to fit two, even when he laid back, his wings had plenty of room.
He watched as Jazz unceremoniously fell onto the berth face down, then wiggling a little to find a good position before getting ready to power down.
Prowl raised an optic ridge at his still form, noting the stage makeup still covering his frame, "shouldn't you clean that off first?"
Jazz raised his helm to look at Prowl before looking at his painted up arm before examining the rest, "Nah, Ah think Ah'm good," he smiled at Prowl before curling into a ball to try and power down again.
Figuring the makeup would be harder to get off the next morning; and that he really didn't want it to rub off on him in case Jazz moved a lot in his recharge, he got up to find the washracks to hopefully find some clothes to help clean it off.
Thankfully everything was surprisingly organized, so it didn't take long for Prowl to return to the berth room with damp clothes in hand.
Sitting back down, Prowl pulled the balled up performer to him so he could start on cleaning off the makeup. Wiping down his arms and clawed servos were simple enough but when he tried to work on his side that was exposed to him, he would just curl up even more, making it impossible to get to it when his arms and legs came up to cover it.
Sighing aloud, he moved to pick him up so that Jazz's back was now laying against his front, making it a lot easier for him to maneuver the other.
Both arms cleaned along with the chest and Prowl was once again back to the sides and stomach region, but as he rubbed the paint from his side, Jazz suddenly snapped awake.
Jazz, partially still asleep but slowly coming back online to a ticklish feeling sprung up as his side was rubbed by a wet cloth, "Wah?!"
Prowl tried to calm him as he began to wiggle around, pushing back into Prowl himself, trying to get away from the cloth.
Grabbing onto Jazz's waist to hold him still, he did not expect Jazz to jerk and curl into himself while shaking slightly. Prowl unconsciously relaxed his hold, causing the shaking to cease, "Are you all right?"
Jazz calmed and looked back and up at Prowl with a faint smile before nodding and taking one of the clothes that was next to Prowl to start wiping the paint from his sides.
Prowl watched for a bit before reaching over him to work on his legs.
As Prowl moved farther down the thigh, Jazz brought his legs up to his chest for easier access, but froze when he got to the third joint of the limb.
Prowl stopped when Jazz froze up again. Leaning over his shoulder this time to watch his face, he started up again to see Jazz clamp his mouth shut with a partial smile and had his optics shuttered.
Thinking more on the expression reaction, Prowl suddenly had a thought creep up on him, "Jazz…"
Jazz un-stilled to look up at Prowl.
"Are you ticklish?" he asked with a smirk.
All was still for all but a few kliks before Jazz suddenly tried to bolt, only for Prowl to grab onto him by the sides, causing Jazz to burst out laughing.
Prowl laughed along with him, as he wrestled Jazz back to the berth, pinning him there as Jazz kicked out, still trying to get away.
Prowl rested his full weight onto Jazz's back to get him to stop struggling, still laughing at his attempts, though Prowl did have to look out for helm fins stabbing him in the throat.
Jazz went limp as he tried to catch his vents, "Ok…Ah give."
Prowl chuckled at the now worn out Jazz before pulling him back to their previous position on the berth.
Jazz was nonresistant as Prowl went back to cleaning the paint off the lowest portion of his legs, giving an involuntary jerk back every now and then.
Prowl placed Jazz's pede back down onto the berth before letting him lay back the rest of the way, and grabbed one of the softer clothes he had brought to work on the makeup on Jazz's faceplates.
Holding his face very carefully, Prowl gently rubbed at the makeup around his optics, moving down to where it faded into his cheek arches, before finally wiping the fine layer of copper dust off of his lips. Glancing upward slightly, Prowl caught Jazz's optics half shuttered watching him. Looking back down to what he was doing, he wiped the last bit of dust before giving the other a chaste kiss on the lips.
Moving the clothes to the side of the berth to remove the next morning, Prowl rolled over onto his side facing Jazz.
Jazz watched him before shimmying over to be up against Prowl before powering down again.
Prowl watched for a few moments before following suit.
There is one maybe two more chapters depending on you guys. The next chapter can be read as the last, but I have another chapter which is where the M rating comes from, but I'm not sure if I should post it here, so I was hoping you guys would let me know what you think about me posting it here.
If I don't post it here, I'll try to find somewhere else to post it and leave a link in my Profile.
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