[indent][b][i]January 1st, 5:45 PM
Madison Square Garden, New York City[/i][/b][/indent][hr][center][img]https://rossschatzart.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mecca.jpg[/img][/center]
[color=8493ca]"Sheesh...Uncle J wasn't playin when he said this place would be packed..."[/color] A young man lamented as he, his little sister, and his best friend returned to their seats from busying concession stands.

"Of course it is! It's KAREN!" A little sister exclaimed ecstatic. Ricky merely shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle. 

"Well, she isn't lying." The nerdy blonde agreed.

Yeah it may have been Karen, but one thing he hadn't anticipated was what this concert would be like in New York. The City of Lights, and even more than that, at Madison Square. Crowds were gonna be thick as thieves in here when they opened the other doors in a few seconds.

Guess the 80% of his rent money that Uncle J made him pay to get the express tickets before the masses did was worth it. He didn't want to have to walk Sharon through the crowd that roared and excitedly chattered just outside, especially considering the fanatical compilation of cult-followers that she attracted. No pun intended.

Virgil could see the reason for the appeal. Hell, he was a fan since she was coming up. She could sing, had a great message. Plus, she was actually...kinda hot. Though, they didn't have this problem back in Dakota. They weren't as hype on her music there as they were more self-contained.

Pops warned him that coming here might be a bad idea, having heard that her fans could get a little rowdy. In honesty, and hindsight, Virgil wouldn't have brought her here. Though, just sending money to Cherry as a Christmas gift wouldn't cut it in Dad's eyes. It took some convicing but he was assured that everything would be fine. 

[i]Hopefully.[/i] Virgil thought as they made it to their seating section.

Still, he was anticipating this show, wondering if she'd pull out something new for the New Year. Yeah, what was he worried about, this was gonna be awesome!

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[i][b]7:35, Madison Square[/b][/i]

Those two hours went by fast somehow. Her performance was, as always, electrifying, and it got the crowd fired up with each new song she brought out. It was like time stood still as her voice possessed the stadium. All the while, from this supposedly new album, Sharon was singing all of the damn words. Yet, as offkey as she was, it didn't seem to be out of place in the crowd of misfits.

Though it was with checking his watch, that he noticed the aura of the place had very much changed from the intial tone in the place. It was a lot more lax and the intensity seemed to have grown as well. Especially now with this new slightly out of character song she was doing. 

Folks were dancing, roaring, shouting, it was like a switch flipped in Virgil's head that snapped him out of focus on Karen. One glance at some bared teeth made him think more and more about making his way out of here before it was too late. Foot traffic was already bad out here, getting out of this concert would be a nightmare. He was soon to say something, when he noticed someone up front fly from his seat to land up near the stage.

That was a red flag right there and Virgil didn't like the looks of this. So, he turned to look at his folks to tell them that it was time to jet, but they already were staring him down. 

"Oh my god...V...You've gotta do something!" Sharon yell-whispered at him. 

"[color=8493ca]Ain't no way. They've got people deal with this.[/color]" Virgil quickly replied in a low growl.

"Yeah, and the people dealing with it are getting [i]dealt[/i] with." Ricky pointed past Sharon and back to the stage. Virgil quickly turned and saw some security guards try to restrain the guy but get tossed aside like some empty bags of potato chips. Shit...

"I'll never forgive you if you don't go!" Sharon interwhispered, shaken and furious. Rick held his sister's other wrist, giving Virgil a hopefully solemn nod. 

Virgil sighed and glanced at the stage. There was no telling what he'd be up against going up there, but seeing Uncle J be in the mix of those thrown aside, meant that this weird dude was no joke. He zipped up his purple amd yellow Killer-Bees jacket and pulled the hood over his snapback to cast as much of a shadow as he could. 

"[color=8493ca]I'monna do it, but you both better get the hell up outta here.[/color]" The former Kilowatt Kid demanded and quickly looked around. 

Noticing that one of the security guards had left behind an all-metal folding chair, Static sprung into action. Using the headrest of a chair in front of him as a base, he jumped into the air, summoning the folding chair to close and fly beneath his sneakers. 

With it as a makeshift board, Static swiftly flew over the crowds. Electricity began to coarse up his arms visibly as he neared the stage and approaching assaulter. Though first impulse would have been to hit this guy with a quick shocker, thinking about what the stage was comprised of seemed to work better in his head. 

As it appeared that the guy was going to superjump again, Static extended an arm and open hand down at the guy as he zipped past. The thick metallic alloy of the stage's framework unnaturally bent upward out of place. They then, under Virgil's will, snaked and molded around Timothy's legs in an attempt to keep him from jumping. 

[color=8493ca]"Something tells me that this wasn't her idea of a meet-and-greet, big fella."[/color] Static jested instinctively, almost immediately snapping back to his previous persona. He positioned himself between the deranged super fan and where Karen was heading. Virgil got the feeling that this guy wasn't going to go lightly. 

Yet still, he prayed he wouldn't have to do too much more, but if it came to that, then he'd do what he had to.