1963-09-30 - Eight Ball Aftershow
Summary: Dazzler performs a pro equality show at the Eight Ball and goes to meet the crowd post show.
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Theme Song: None
miles dazzler logan 


It's been a rather bold move by Dazzler, with her career only starting to pick up, having built a bit of a name for herself in the New York area as a sensational act, to decide and take a gig in an exclusively mutant friendly club in Mutant Town. Only a couple of months ago there was an anti-mutant incident with police brutality involved. In fact, that's how she scored her stylish catseye shades, but nevertheless, she decided to show her act didn't prejudice against anyone. If people cared to hear her music, she was willing to perform. Having already performed at the Apollo, it was only natural to have a show at the Eight Ball as well. At least as far as she was concerned.

The show was something else entirely, unlike the cheery uplifting rock numbers that are popular these days, Dazzler's act wavered from traditional rock'n'roll as made famous by The King, to far more evocative pieces that were groundbreaking in the music world. Drawn guitar weeping harmonies, coupled with fantastical light displays, that seemed to swirl to life with the sound of her voice. A rather melancholic, if somewhat uplifting undertone was present in her act, most of the songs discussing equality, and a fight against hopeless in a world fast turning darker with threats all around. The finality of it seemed to carry the verdict that music can overcome all and force some beauty to the world. "When we're all fans of music, it doesn't matter where we're from, or who we are," was on of the recurring lines in her songs.

By the end of the show, the venue seems much darker, the psychedelic light show suddenly gone, making the room far dimmer as Dazzler takes a bow and leaves the stage.

It's 15 minutes after the show, that she steps out into the crowd, apparently not afraid to mingle with her fans, or even share words with those who are not too keen on her strange sounds.

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Logan ain't real sure yet how he goes for this sort of music - he's more of a country sort of guy, with a bit of Ella and the blues thrown in for good measure. But the dame can sing, ain't no question about that, and she seems to be doing her part to fight the good fight in her artistic way. Can't complain about that. Still, did they have to be so damn loud?

He sits at a small corner table, a little out of the way, smoking a cigar, his plate long ago cleaned and waiting for a waitress. He watches the girl as the makes her way around and takes a sip of his beer. He wonders if she's one of them, but that ain't somethin' he can smell.

*

Miles showed up just for the show, he's not a face that would be easily recognized in this part of town. He heard about the police incidents, but being a former member of the force and carrying a new badge of his own, it wasn't really a concern. When the show's over and Dazzler comes around, he pushes to his feet and heads over.

"Heard about you from a friend, had to come see you in person." he says with an easy smile. "Definitely worth the trip. Not sure I've heard anything like this before, mind if I ask where you got the inspiration?"

*

Dazzler doesn't quite manage to focus on everyone about, when a lot of people come towards her when she joins the floor, so it's quite easy for her to miss on Logan sitting in a small corner table. While she had consistantly made the claim in interviews that all of her light displays during show is a technological wonder devised by her team, and made possible by her elaborate light reflecting dress, someone like Logan may have his second thoughts. The visuals were out of this world, light dancing, shifting, swirling, and almost play like an instrument itself throughout the show. Anything was possible.

When Miles approaches her, Dazzler turns to look at him, having just shared words with another fan, "oh, so this was your first Dazzler experience! How did you like the show? I love to hear feedback from first timers," the blonde asks excitedly, knowing how fickle the rock'n'roll business gets, she really thrills at every new person her music reaches to. "Well…I must admit Sandy Bull, is a pretty big inspiration for my new sound…I heard his arrangement of Carmina Burana, and I thought, music can tell all kinds of stories…it can evoke much more emotion. There's beauty in darker tones, in uncomfortable sounds too…and I find the combination with my light technique, well, it really seals the deal. I hope you enjoyed it, I see it as an illustration of the music."

*

Logan ain't one to render judgment about that sort of thing. He's seen some tech that can do some crazy stuff, but he's seen some powers that make the same look rinky-dink. World's a complicated place. She seems to have her heart in the right place, that's the important part. X-men recruitment wasn't his job or his place.

He can overhear the conversation between the other two easily enough, now that the ringing in his ears has settled down a little bit, keeping his peace for the moment and just observing.

*

"It was pretty good." Miles says with a nod. Though he does turn his attention towards the exits on occasion, a habit Logan may recognize as the result of government training. "Sandy Bull, huh? I'll have to check them out too. Really just keep on doing what you're doing, and you'll be a household name in no time, I'm sure of that much."

*

Dazzler seems pleased enough with Miles' reply, though she does correct him about Sandy Bull, "him, a tremendous string instrument artist, I learned a lot from him." She looks pretty beaming at the last words Miles offers, and reaches to embrace him, probably still on a bit of an adernaline rush from her show, "I hope it goes that well. Though I gotta admit, I can get much more of a crowd gathering, if I just step outside on Central Park and play some Beatles, still, I'm doing much better than I did earlier this year, I mean, I can book gigs, and people show up!"

*

"Him, gotcha." Miles nods, allowing the embrace without any issue. "That's definitely a step in the right direction. I know how hard it can be breaking into the established order of things, took forever to become a cop."

Without looking away Miles reaches up to catch a bottle that was flung in their direction after the contact. "But that went over about as well as you'd expect. So now I'm working with the government higher up on the rungs. A lot less racism. A lot easier to ruffle feathers." That last bit is said with a grin, clearly something he enjoys doing.

*

"Oh wow, you're a cop? Nice, hope you're one of the good ones, this club seen some not very good ones recently," Dazzler, offers, before shaking off her words, it really wasn't right to discuss at this time. "Forget I said it, I'm sure you're swell. And I can only imagine how difficult it must be to become a cop," Dazzler nods, before turning to wave at a few other fans, exhanging quick "hellos" and such, before turning back to Miles. "Ah…of course, can't escape that…it really is a shame."

*

"Was, and I tried to be. More of an Intelligence Agency guy now." Miles explains, not exactly lying but avoiding the truth nonetheless. He sets the empty bottle down on the table nearest them. "Meeting the requirements to become a cop was the easy part, convincing them to let me have a badge was the hard part." He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, "Yeah, figured there are parts of the city you could avoid it," his gaze falls to the bottle he just sat down, "but I guess I was wrong."

*

"Intelligence? So what? You're like James Bond or something?" Dazzler asks half jokingly, wondering if Miles is serious or just trying to impress her at this point. "Well, if it first you don't succeed, try again, and again, and again…I had lots of disappointment before someone was willing to give me a shot."

*

"Sort of." Miles flashes a grin, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. He looks less like a spy and more like a pencil pusher. "But I understand that struggle, just how it is in the city. If you don't fit in you have to make a spot for yourself. Trust me, I grew up here. Well, not /here/. But you know what I mean."

*

Dazzler just laughs, not sure if Miles is joking or not, but she finds the effort rather charming. "I do, actually, been nice to meet you. I think I should get a move on, believe it or not, but doing a show like this can be taxing."

*

"Oh, I know what you mean." Miles says with an understanding nod. "Was nice to meet you too. Sure I can add this to the stories I have of meeting celebrities. Well, I need to get back myself. Got all sorts of craziness to deal with at the office tomorrow. You take care."

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