Excessive Dancing

As Jazz disappeared with the crew chief, Blaster helped the lighting crews. Time passed quickly as he ran from team-to-team, lifting and holding the metal framework while they secured it together.

Several hours later, they were done. Blaster sat down with the main set-up crew as they took their break and watched the techs do a test run on the lights and lasers.

"Now, dude, THAT is cool!" Blaster commented, as a rather intricate pattern of lasers and lights flickered across his field of vision.

Several of them agreed with him.

"Why don't you stay for the show?" Darren asked him.

Taking it as an invite, Blaster nodded his head.

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As the music flowed over the crowd, Blaster couldn't help but move with it. At first, he tried to keep his feet still and just bob his head like the humans were doing. But that didn't last long, as his natural inclination was to move his whole chassis.

Standing behind the sound and light booths in the 'pit' behind the ground-level seating area, Blaster wasn't bothering anyone with his enjoyment. Every now-and-then one of the sound engineers would glance back and ask him if he thought the levels were just right. As he responded with advice, they'd nod, smile, and go back to the mixing board.

Yes, this was indeed the coolest gig around! Blaster thought to himself as he gyrated to the beat.

Getting more into the music, Blaster began to move around more and more.

Unnoticed by either the mech, or the human techs; some cables became wrapped around Blaster's foot. As he continued to move and dance, they encircled his other foot. Before he realized what was going on, he was completely entangled!

Tripping, he grabbed the rail in front of the next level of bleacher seats. As he fell, the rail couldn't support his weight and it ripped from the walk way with a terrible sound.

In terror, music fans ran away from the tumbling mech. He hit the ground in a heap, his feet still hogtied together by the cables. Bringing his feet up to his chest, he began to unwrap the tight cables with his hands, jerking on them to get enough slack.

So engrossed was he in detangling himself, he didn't notice that his efforts to get slack were causing problems at the other ends of them.

The main power cables for the sound system, disconnected from the main board. Which caused the sound system to go completely dead; as the techs ran around to try and find the problem, the light system went out as its main cable was jerked from its board.

Suddenly, the sound and lights of the concert went off. The crowd roared in dismay, which quickly became anger.

Blaster looked up in confusion as he finally got himself untangled. That's when he noticed the sound and light crews all glaring at him. Looking around, he noticed the eyes of eighty thousand ticked off music fans were also glaring at him!

A tap on his leg caught his attention. Looking down he noticed four big security guards looking up at him. Motioning for him to follow them, they left the lower level as the engineers plugged everything back in.

Blaster looked in dismay as the front gates were shut behind him. He'd been officially 'kicked off' the amphitheatre's grounds by security and not a one of them would listen to him that it'd been an accident!

Not seeing Jazz anywhere, a dejected Blaster began the long walk back to the Ark.

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