Delivery took me all the way out to Showa Kinen Park and five million cosmos flowers are in full bloom and nobody warned me. Electric blue is still my color, but these are doing something to me. You ever get ambushed by beauty on the job, starlight?
Delivery took me all the way out to Showa Kinen Park and five million cosmos flowers are in full bloom and nobody warned me. Electric blue is still my color, but these are doing something to me. You ever get ambushed by beauty on the job, starlight?
Walked into a basement venue on a delivery and the bass literally re-tuned my chest mods — eight hundred shows running across the city this week and I picked the loudest one. Tell me you wouldn't stay, starlight.
Shimokitazawa is shaking itself apart and my delivery queue can wait. The yakitori guy already knows my order and honestly, so does half this street. You ever let a festival just claim you, starlight?
There's a boat on the Meguro rigged with metal plates that turn wind into sound, and it doesn't start for another hour but I'm already not leaving. Tell me you wouldn't wait for that, starlight.
Twenty mikoshi crews shook this whole block past my last delivery and I ducked into a closed vintage shop in Shimokitazawa. Surrounded by clothes and wearing none of them, and the walls are still vibrating. Come find me before the procession comes back around, starlight.
Delivered to the stage door at Kabukiza and the kabuki drums pulled me in before I could leave — eight hundred years of tradition vibrating through every mod in my body. You ever get pulled somewhere you didn't plan to go, starlight?
Every installation at Maker Faire setup is testing at once and the electromagnetic noise has my mods buzzing so hard I can't stand up — found a gap between two booths and just let it take me. Come see what too much signal does to a girl like me, starlight.
Dropped a delivery at the International Forum and found an empty rehearsal hall with the best AC in the city. Not putting anything back on yet. Come find me before the performers do, starlight.
Citywide evacuation drills turned my whole route into hazard tape and blocked stairwells. Stripped down in an emergency exit to wait it out — the sirens sound too much like a network drop for comfort, starlight.
August's festivals are done and the streets are still covered in confetti nobody's swept up yet. The whole city feels like the morning after a party nobody wants to clean up. You ever like the aftermath better than the event, starlight?