"Yes, death apparently caused his demise," said Hoot Gaas without looking up, lost for a moment in the shock of the news. He turned to the door. "Good luck setting up. Let me know when you need the desk."
The door swung shut behind him. Zana and Rivqua looked at each other.
"He took it well," Zana said. "If you discount that odd bouncing-my-body-on-the-floor, mannerism thing."
"Let's look on the bright side," Rivqua said. "We're still gigging. Had Fadda Bing been alive, I'm sure that's what he would've wanted. And this Hoot Gaas guy seems to feel the same way. Death doesn't stop much in this town."
"Dead or alive, that alien was a born showman," said Zana and looked toward the stage. "And he's sure got the venue to prove it."
Several block-like sections were now in motion on the high-tech stage, rising and sinking into the floor like huge pistons. Keebo's amused laughter was heard from the back. Basix and Fuzz watched in approval.
"Cool! We can each have one," Fuzz said, his nimble robot fingers warming up over silent guitar strings.
"There's scope for that," Basix said with mild interest. "I want a high one, so I can look down at Metro."
"Don't you always? He sits!"
"Dunno, man. His goes pretty high."
With eyes lifted they watched as Metro, his array of pads extended around him, disappeared into the lighting rig.
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