Lucio groans, tearing his headphones off as the feedback screech from the speakers drowns out the bassline of the song. “Ayyy, c’mon, c’mon—we’re gonna need to tweak those levels again,” he shouts over the whine, waving a hand at the sound engineers.

A couple quick adjustments later, the deafening shriek subsides, replaced by the low thrum of the kick drum pulsing through the arena. Lucio nods in satisfaction, sliding the headphones back on and closing his eyes. The music washes over him, sinking into his bones as he bobs his head in time.

Yeah, this is gonna be a sick show tonight.

He skates back and forth across the stage, warming up his vocals and hyping himself up. The green lights play across his body armor, catching the metallic shine of his prosthetic legs. Lucio grins, feeling the vibrations of the speakers in his chest.

Nothin’ like feelin’ that bass, baby!

Lucio spins on his skates, crossing one leg over the other as he strikes a pose. “Yo, what’s up Rio?!” he yells into the empty arena, imagining the roar of the crowd. Easy Luc, don’t get ahead of yourself. Gotta save that energy for tonight.

He shakes out his dreads and takes a swig from his water bottle. Sweat’s already beading on his forehead from the stage lights. Gonna be a hot one. But that’s how the fans like it, right? Lucio chuckles to himself, wiping his brow.

A commotion from the wings catches his attention. Looks like the opening act has arrived. Usually Lucio picked his on - he liked to feature local acts that deserved some love - but his manager had picked this one, on account of how messy the schedule had been for the past few weeks. Lucio skates over, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Eyyy, you must be the opener!” he calls out, grinning widely. “Lemme be the first to welcome you to the show!”

He gives them a once-over, sizing them up. From their look, this ain’t their first rodeo. Hmm, I like their vibe already. Extending a hand, Lucio’s smile grows even brighter. “Name’s Lúcio—but you already knew that, right?”