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The Opulent Concert
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People began flocking to the open air stadium as music blared loudly from it, one of the best acts to come to the city in several years, since The Rolling Stones came and, after a wykkyd awesome set, several riots started. But who knows? This concert could blow even the mighty Stones out of the water.

The tens of thousands of people crammed in to the stadium, despite the immense capacity that it had, it was still standing room only as more then 75,000 people showed up for the event. Taking advantage of the Jumbo-tron, the act could be seen even better, displaying it for the entirety of the venue. The crowd shouted up at the stage hoping that their favorite song was played. The entire stadium was pumping with energy, as the crowd got amped up.

Turning around, I smiled and stepped up to my microphone stand. My light blue eyes fell over the large crowd that came to see me, sending a warm feeling acceptance amongst the rest of my species. Placing a hand on my hip, I finally spoke out to my adoring fans.

"Well, time to start the set. And I'm totally up for rawking out a la Slash style." My voice boomed through the several dozen large speakers that surrounded my intricate stage.

With that, I turned around and picked up my guitar and started the song up. Looking up at the giant screen in front of me, raised to an incredible height so the audience could see it as well. The song began, the note chart laying on the screen and I rested my pinky finger on the orange fret, playing the opening sequence of the songs.

The crowd roared as I continued to hit a great amount of the notes. Sure, they were watching a self-absorbed giantess playing Guitar Hero 3, but it was an admittedly exciting event, with my little dances I did, swaying my hips while wearing a rather cute blood red, pleated, mini-skirt. It certainly kept the guys out in the audience entertained.

Not a single person booed, afraid of the carnage that I would enact in my revenge and, after a very good song, the cheers grew louder. Turning around once more with my guitar hanging from its strip around my shoulders. A large smile appeared on my face as I bowed to the crowd, glad that I was able to impress still and ready for many, many more songs.

The End