"Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go
Let it go"
Jazz sung along to the strum of the last cord, his voice coming to a crescendo with the chants of the crowds.
It had been a long time since he'd headlined a proper performance. And the rec-room might not have been as exclusive as The Iacon Indies, but it was no less popular.
With Elita-One's crew having finally arrived, the room was literally bursting at the seams. Bots crowded as close as they could to the tables that they'd pushed together for a makeshift stage. Each of them eager to experience Jazz's music.
For once Jazz didn't have to fake the smile on his face as he soaked up the adoration.
"That's all for tonight folks!" Jazz cried. "But don't worry, my boy Blaster will be banging tunes for the rest of the night!"
There was a short sigh, before Blaster blasted out the up beat beats of his turn tables and suddenly everyone was cheering again.
Jazz slung his aghartan electro-bass over his shoulder as he jumped down from the stage. Bots closed in from all around, eager to sing his praise or flash their headlights. But this was far from the first time Jazz had to escape his fans. Syncing the black and white of his body in with the shades of colour around him, he easily disappeared into the crowd.
He made it to the drinks table, avoiding the punch that the twins had clearly spiked and grabbed an untampered cube of high grade.
Speaking of the twins, Jazz spied the pair dancing with the birthday bot himself.
Upon request, for Bumblebee's sparkday present, Jazz had furnished him a battle mask. It was made of black steal, the seams seared together with strips of yellow neon that evoked the veins of the wings of the organic creature he was named after. It was some of Jazz's best work, if he did say so himself. Practical yet stylish, if the appreciate glances that the new bots from the MacCadam's base, aimed Bumblebee's way were any indication.
Jazz wondered if Bumblebee would become a man tonight in more ways than one. Most of the bots on board the Ark had watched Bumblebee grow up. They would be disgusted at the idea of getting it on with Bee. And if any of them did think about it then Jazz would make sure that after a night a too much partying their bodies would never be found. But most of the MacCadam's crew hadn't. And Bumblebee was a full grown bot now. As much as Jazz still saw him as the speck of a sparkling that they'd found all those years ago.
Pushing those thoughts away, Jazz wrapped an arm around Bumblebee's shoulders.
"Hey big bot! Here's your first taste of high grade!" Jazz said, thrusting the cube he'd grabbed earlier into the young bots hands.
Bumblebee suddenly became very interested in said cube, avoiding Jazz's gaze whilst Sideswipe burst out laughing and Sunstreaker smacked his twin upside the head.
Jazz rolled his eyes. It wasn't as if he hadn't suspected as much. Besides it was a little late to get mad at under aged drinking at this point.
Not long later Bluestreak finally arrived at the party, her grey skin adorned with swirls of a familiar golden paint. Jazz left Sideswipe and Bumblebee to tease Sunstreaker on his slack-jawed reaction.
Jazz weaved between the crowd, guiding mechs towards the dance floor or bumping into those bots who were a bit too shy to make the first to step towards their partners, making them take a step closer.
Behind the turntables he spotted Devcon, drink in hand, chatting up a very receptive Blaster. Mirage as expected was hiding in in the corner, only this time he was actually visible as he and Hound performed a dance far too sophisticated for Blaster's club remix. Ironhide and Chromia were making out in the middle of the dance floor. Optimus and Elita stood side by side on the side-lines, pretending that the reason they were stood so close was too be heard over the madness. Jazz even spied Red Alert, earphones over their audials and Inferno's arms around their waist as they swayed to the beat.
But Jazz still couldn't see the bot he was looking for. Then the blast doors opened.
A/N: Happy Earthspark Season 3 release! I haven't caught up yet but I am so excited to see Prowl! Hope we get Jazz too! Also yes those were the lyrics to Iridescent by Linkin Park, which is the song I named this fic after lol! Xxxxxxx
