[b][i][u][color=00aeef]Maestro 01[/color][/u][/i][/b]

	Maestro made a noise that simulated a sigh. It had been a successful concert. The music was pumping, the fans were cheering (or making the closest sound to a cheer that they specifically could make), everything went off without a hitch. Maestro wouldn't have changed a single thing for all the credits and upgrades in the world. That being said, using your own body as the percussion, amps, synthesizer, and back up vocals while [i]also[/i] displaying hypnotic lights and dancing tends to leave one's batteries a [i]little low.[/i]

	The music bot pressed a button on the wall, and the door to their room slid closed. That was, the door to the closet that had been refurbished to house their charging bay slid closed. They didn't mind. It had four walls and was exactly as big as it needed to be. What more could a bot ask for? As they plugged in to charge, they also plugged in to the internet. They listened to music for a couple nanoseconds, deciding to download some of the songs to later be remixed or referenced when composing their own work. The download would take a total of two, maybe three seconds. Not wanting to wait [i]that[/i] long, they decided to take a trip to the virtual cyberspace. For most organics, this would require specialized hardware. For them, well, they was already jacked into the internet. They just had to go there. After browsing their selections for a full microsecond, they finally selected what appeared to be a bar.

	Maestro appeared outside the bar. Not bothering to look around, they walked straight in. Then they looked around. There were patrons of all shapes and sizes here, some at tables, some at the bar, some on there way to a different room. They watched as those patrons slowly faded from existence, wondering how long it'd take for them to load in the other rooms. [i][color=00aeef]Hopefully they serve my kind, here.[/color][/i] They let out a simulated chuckle as they confidently strode over to the bar. [color=00aeef]"Hey, what's it take for a bot to get a drink around here."[/color] They chuckled again. [color=00aeef]"See, it's funny 'cause I normally can't process food or drink, not being built for it. But here, it's all information, so it all goes down the same."[/color] Maestro explained to the closest person to them. They were in a good mode.