Before the suffocating embrace of mundane existence tightens its grip upon his pitiful life, My herald has chosen Lanalou’s as the source for tonight’s offering, where three selections shall be laid bare before Me. Amidst the flickering lights and the cacophony of mortal folly, My insatiable hunger shall be sated by the frenzied energy that shall ensue.
With two touring bands, both offering themselves to Me for the first time, and a local act who has danced to My tune before, I have no doubt that My herald shall fulfill his wretched duty with ruthless efficiency.
The potential offerings laid bare before Me tonight bear names as meaningless as the dust that gathers upon the bones of the fallen:
BIG CITY GERMS
DANGERBOX
CONVERSATION
Among them, My herald’s feeble mind is alight with anticipation, his excitement palpable at the prospect of new offerings gracing the stage.
But let it be known, mortals, that regardless of past transgressions or newfound enthusiasm, there is but one expectation that shall never waver: I demand nothing less than the manic energy that can only be wrought from the convulsions and contortions of mortal flesh upon the dance floor.
Lanalou’s, heed My command, for your fate hangs in the balance. Make My herald MOVE, make him writhe in agony and ecstasy, for his torment is but a prelude to the grandeur of My ascendance.
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