Bio:
Cassidy Jerrick, better known by her stage name, "Pixxie", is an American singer best known as the lead vocalist for the alternative rock band, Ember Republic. On stage she's known for her extensive vocal abilities, her high energy performances, and her fashion. Off stage she's been known for her rather promiscuous nature, and often flirty encounters with the public. Since her debut when she was only 19 years old, she's developed a reputation for being "bad girl", often going out of her way to acknowledge and embrace her male fantasy status; as such, she's garnered some controversy surrounding some of her on and off stage antics. One such incident occurred at a performance in Las Vegas, Nevada, where some people were calling it a porn show rather than a rock concert.
Part One: First Look
Pixxie exited her suite and took the VIP elevator down the backstage corridor toward the dressing rooms. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her sweatpants and typed some information into it, setting up for her behind-the-scenes live stream before the concert.
"What is up, guys?" She said to her phone, holding it at arms length while she opened the door to the backstage area. "That's right, it's your girl Pixxie again, and we are about 2 hours from showtime, I think. So lets take a quick tour, shall we?"
She wandered around the room showing off everything everyone was doing to prepare. Her first stop was a set of chairs where two of her bandmates were tuning and practicing with each other on their guitars. Tony Diablo, looking dark and grim with his all his goth makeup and jet black hair, was picking around at his guitar next to Markus Cage, or Mr. Hair, as everyone liked to call him. His luscious, blond locks were nearly to his knees most of the time, but sitting down, it was a wonder how his hair didn't pick up dirt off the ground.
"Well, it looks like Tony and Mark are all ready rock out," Pixxie said, "Say hi to the peeps, fellas." She held the phone out in their faces, giving them no option but to temporarily pause their tuning session.
"Wassup?" Mark said, attempting to give the camera a high five. Tony grunted a bit and folded his hands in the classic, heavy metal devil horns.
"You better keep practicing. I don't want to hear any bad notes this time," Pixxie taunted as she walked away. "Oh look, it's Johnny B talking to the staff," she added as she noticed her manager conversing with a member of the venue staff. She approached a wall with the words 'DRESSING ROOMS' painted on it, and began making her rounds.
Her first stop was at an open door where Lance was on a chair, a drum pad in front of him, and tapping away at light speed with a pair of drumsticks.
"For those of you who don't know, this here is Lance," Pixxie said to her phone, "Take a good look now if you dare. We like to keep him in the back because his face breaks cameras,"
"Hey! That only happened once!" Lance retorted, jokingly, "I forgot to put my makeup on that day!" He stood up from his seat and put his face into the phone camera. "But not today, bitches, I'm pretty now."
"Stop, Lance, you're scaring them!" Pixxie laughed, "you wanna scare all our fans away?"
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen about it," Rachel, her stylist said as she walked by them. "Come on, hun, it's time to get you ready."
"Oh, okay," Pixxie replied, leaving Lance to his practice session.
She followed Rachel next door to her dressing room where she immediately went up to the small table with her outfit.
"And look at this, guys!" she said, reaching for the glistening clothes in front of her, "someone came up with the genius idea of this rubber outfit. I mean - hold on." She set the phone down on the table and picked up the pink latex top. She held it out for the camera to see, and stretched the end of the sleeve out and let it snap back into place. "I mean seriously, how am I even supposed to put this on?" She asked.
"Well, you're about to find out," Rachel said, "Maybe turn your camera off though, unless you want everyone to see."
"I mean, I'm sure they want to, right?" Pixxie grinned into the camera, "but I guess we can save that bit for later." She gave everyone on the other end of the live stream a big wink before shutting it off.
Once dressed in her newest outfit, Pixxie decided it was only fair that she give all her fans she previously went for a sneak peak at what was ahead for the concert tonight. She logged back in and resumed her live session, pointing the camera at the full length mirror in the dressing room while Rachel was vigorously shining up her outfit.
"Alright, so here we are, about thirty minutes and three bottles of lube later," she said, showcasing her long sleeved pink crop top and sleek, black leggings. "I look like a fucking party balloon, I smell like a fucking party balloon, and I love it." She made a few poses in the mirror the best she could as Rachel was shining her up. "You can see Rachel shining me up here," she continued, "Apparently latex doesn't shine well on it's own without a bit of help. And oh my god, guys, this stuff is sooo tight and sticky. Like, I literally had to drench myself in lube - yes, lube, just to get it on." She brought the phone real close to her face and whispered, "and here's a little secret just for you: I'm not wearing any underwear." She made a sort of "ope" face with her hand over her mouth before continuing at her normal speaking volume, "But, like, I literally can't because it's so tight. But it does feel surprisingly nice, though. I think because we had to make it so slippery to get it on that it now just kinds glides across my skin, and it's so smooth. It kinda feels a bit tingly... in a good way. Anyway, I think that's about all I have to show you guys right now. We have a meet and greet coming up in just a few minutes, and then a quick podcast interview, and then it's showtime. Ciao."
She logged out of her live stream and set her phone on the table in the dressing room for safe keeping while she prepared for the upcoming meet and greet.
Part 2: The Meet and Greet
After two hours of waiting around, it was finally time. Devin payed far more money than he should have, given his finances, but for him, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to finally meet the band he had loved since their debut. Despite his best efforts, he was still far from the first person in line for the meet and greet, but that didn't matter. He saw his prize, at the front of a line of fellow, loyal fans, the alt rock quartet he had always wanted to see. His excitement was through the roof, and he held on to his new CD a bit tighter, not wanting to lose it before or after getting it signed.
The anticipation grew the closer he got to the table, and it finally hit its peak when he could finally see the band clearly in front of him. There was only about fifteen people left in front of him. By how it looked, Tony Diablo was the first one he would get to talk to. It was near impossible to miss that long, jet black hair and the almost white makeup. It seemed like his look was going further and further into black metal each year; ironic considering his otherwise bright and melodic guitar riffs.
After Tony, it was Ember Republic's top notch rhythm section: Lance Evermore and Markus Cage. Devin had seen many videos of the band, and as far as he could tell, the two of them were always a hoot when it came to on-stage antics. They always seemed to have a way with bickering with each other on stage like and old married couple. Apparently when you've been playing together since you were twelve, you start to get that way. Fortunately, based on the behind-the-scenes videos that Devin had seen, it was always in good fun.
Speaking of behind-the-scenes, he was shamelessly addicted to all the quick snippets that Pixxie would post before concerts, especially the one tonight. Although he would never admit it, Devin had been hopelessly crushing on her ever since he first learned about the band. He loved her style, her voice, her pink hair, and above all else, really loved just how flirty she could be. And he could already see her at the table, signing autographs and taking photos. Even from where he stood, although moving closer, he could see the tight, glossy outfit she showcased in her live stream. Did she really not have any underwear on under it like she claimed. What he wouldn't give to find out, but that was far from likely to happen.
The line kept moving, and Devin inched closer and closer until he was finally able to talk with Tony. As soon as he was in front of the pale-faced guitarist, he held his hand out for a shake.
"Hey, what's up?" Tony said.
"Uh... Not much, just happy to be here," Devin replied.
"Great to hear. You want me to sign that for you?" Tony said, pointing to Devin's CD.
"Yes! That would be sick." He handed the jewel case over and watched Tony scribble his name in sharpie on the front. "Hey, would you be able to sign my shirt too?"
"You got it boss," Tony replied, "What's your name, kid?"
"Uh, Devin."
