The Concert

EDIT (03/27/13): I've basically given up on this Role-play taking off. However, not so much the case on the story. Very soon, once I get a little bit further in my main writing project "Based Forward" in the Writer's Nook, I will be scripting a full-fledged story based around what you find here. Still, this Role-play will remain open and its own entity, unaffected by the story, if anyone wishes to join after the fact. Here's a link to a playlist I made to give some hints as to what the Story will include:
http://open.spotify.com/user/1265289996/playlist/5grLtX27Ii9gAYHPinDbjE

The premise of this Role-play is simple: Take a Kingdom Hearts character and pair them up with a Musician from real life. e.g. Goofy and Rod Stewart. The idea is that these two you pick are your two characters to play throughout the sequence which starts out such here in the introduction: (At Bottom for spacing purposes)

The Rules
1.) Your two characters have to interact at some point.
2.) Try to keep canon.
3.) No PP, GM, you know... stuff like that.
4.) Advanced Role-play would be nice. I'd like to a see a minimum of four-eight well-constructed sentences. There's no maximum.
5.) The preferred amount is just having one pair. But if you like, you can have two pairs.
6.) Living artists only. Sorry. I know, there's a lot of great deceased artists, but we're taking them as they are today. Which constitutes the next rule:
7.) Whatever age your artist is, we'll have it that it's the age they start off the RP as. So, no making anybody younger to fit their heyday.

The Cast
Name-Artist-Character
Sebax-Tom Waits-Luxord

Introduction

Ch. 1​

The stage was lustrously grand, like none Luxord had ever seen, spanning a seemingly interminable span of white solid block. The floor and walls matched the stage six feet off the floor where Luxord stood at the base of the seamless stage; the same Nobodic decor that had befitted the Castle that never was. He paced the empty auditorium in front of hundreds of rows of identical chairs, which all popped out of the slowly rising level together as if carved out of the floor, dressed to the nine in a suit that had a price tag that would make the most dedicated Kingdom Hearts player envious of how much munny it was worth. His suit was stark black, sharp from the breast to the shoes, with a black and gray checkerboard undershirt with red cuffs, and a Nobodic Wire black and white tie. His beard ha been trimmed in his favored and usual fashion, with a new Caesar hair on his blond head. Slowly, with determined discretion, he went over the iHeart Computer tablet in his degloved hands and nodded his sharp chinned head every now and again, his serious eyes watching the screen with scrutiny.​

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A gravelly, wispy voice was echoing off the acoustic-perfected walls of the Gambler's theater, a voice that was emanating from the speakers of the iHeart. "Gamblers re-evaluate along the dotted line, you'll never recognize yourself on Heart Attack and Vine" it sang as a heavy rock'n'roll guitar did the background work as the singer's raspy voice howled. Luxord smirked; he had found his first contender. He did a search of the artist "Tom Waits" and scanned through the information hastily. Truth be told, the Gambler of Fate enjoyed what he read, even though Waits seemed to be getting on in years, Luxord liked his maniacal and histrionic style and how he balanced it with lighter selections. In due time, he believed he had made his choice. He would summon this performer from the Real world and pass the iHeart on to someone else so that they could make their selection. Enough planning time had passed; Luxord wanted to get things rolling. 'The show has to start and soon', he thought as he grinned a devilish grin, and set the iHeart on the stage, screen-side up, glowing and displaying Waits growling along with a out-of-tune piano. "Let me fall out of the window with confetti in hair, Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs...", the music drowned out of Luxord's hearing as he transitioned into the room just behind the stage.​

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Ch. 2​

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"The piano has been drinking... my neck tie is asleep....and the combo went back to New York" Tom slurred drunkenly on purpose as he performed his own song on his own piano. He was alone for the night, and for a Music Idol, he was rather bored that evening, and not to mention slightly nostalgic. When it came to looking back, he wasn't particular about it, but why not entertain himself by digging up old bones? He contemplated on nothing but the splattered notes, closing his tired eyes. He was recently 63 and had no regrets about it. His voice had decreased in raspiness in recent years, but he could still call on his trademark whenever he wanted. "Gotta a crazy transition. Go or Stay? I gotta choose. I think I'll accept your invitation to the blu-" He started playing the end of another song, but was cut off when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw on the top of his piano a white envelope lying soundlessly there.​

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"Kathleen?" He called out into the empty Sonoma house gruffly and confusedly. No reply came and he was assured he was in fact left alone for the night. He sat locked in consternation, looking from nowhere-in-particular to the letter. "Where the Hell did you come from?" He asked the letter as if it could reply to him in a high squeaky voice and fix him a drink if he asked it to. Of course, there was no reply from the inanimate object, but Waits was not surprised of that fact; he was merely thinking out loud. "Okay, I give. What's in there?"​

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He ripped open the top with a sharp movement of his thumb and he pulled out a neat little folded white paper letter with fine golden ink handwritten text. He transfixed his eyes on the paper and read it out loud, still humoring the notion maybe someone would hear him. After all, that letter hadn't been there when he sat down or when he closed his eyes; the piano had been completely clean.​

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"Dear Mr. Waits,... This letter is to request your presence for an honorary concert for you and a selection of other modern artists chosen at random by a group of the audience members. You will be asked to perform some of your work for the masses for the given dates: April 4th extending through to April 10th. Your presence has been requested at bequest of myself, Lux... Luxord(?!)" He spoke the last word/name, he wasn't sure which, with incredulity, but continued on, "Luxord, the proprietor and Executive Producer of the concert in question. Should you wish for more information or would like to accept the request right away, merely play the first G key on the piano from the left." Tom let the paper flop out of his hand as it sank, as did his expression and certainty of sanity. "First G key on the piano from the left... from the left... play the... WHO DID THIS?" He was hairline furious; he assumed this had to be some kind of joke.​

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"You mean to tell me if I play this note," He pounded the prerequisite key, "I'll be-" And so Tom Waits left California after having been swallowed whole by the piano. He was almost instantly transported to a clear white room with an odd, almost Gothic design that was entirely white from floor to ceiling. "I quit." He murmured, sitting in a kind of throne, his 6' frame too small for it, and his feet dangled far above the floor. Really high off the floor. His eyes went wide when he peered over the side. Before, he had merely been derailed and annoyed, and now he was going crazy over the sudden change of scenery. Usually his good humor and dauntless spirit could get him over anything, but this?! No way THIS was happening! Just as he thought, he let out a great big yell as the throne careened down and he was forced to look up to see a whirling pool of dark matter swirl in place of a round ceiling.​

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When the throne slowed and stopped, he fixed his black trilby to the side and held onto the lapels of his dark-toned, pinstripe dress shirt. Immediately at the floor, standing right in front of him was a blond, pale-skinned man in a custom suit who nodded cordially at him and offered his hand to Waits.​

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"Mr. Waits, I presume?" Luxord referenced that old addage when greeting a person one has been expecting.​

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"Who the Hell are yo-? What just happe-? Where the Hell am I??" It was the first question of a string he could finish asking. He was jittery in his seat, keeping a distance from the greeting man.​

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"I am Luxord. This is my home. You have just been transported from your world to mine, for a concert which I had ascertained you verified attendance by means of musical instruction."​

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"A concert?" Tom Waits relaxed somewhat and got to his feet, shakily, an he was a man of a strong constitution. Maybe his age was throwing him of his game? He tried not to think about it. "What concert?"​

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"Simply follow me, Sir, if you are, in accordance, acquiescing to the request given."​

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"Sure, I'll play. Something tells me I shouldn't say no. Just tell me all the specifics on the way." Tom peered into the somber but smirking face of his greeter and apparent host.​

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"I'll lead you to your room. The others will recur and arrive in time." And so Luxord led his guest down the empty, blank halls.​

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TO BE CONTINUED... BY YOU. Here's where we start; have fun.​

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P.S., this is my first RP back with kh-vids and I'd really like for it to work.​