Great Coliseum

The arena was roaring with life, hundreds of Matoran were in the stadium seats and even on the battleground. Cheering, arms pumping, some jumping up and down, others singing along, the crowd is quite wild and excited. Occasionally some Vahki would come in and forcibly remove a Matoran or two, though not for their rowdiness. No, these were Matoran that have stuck around too long and were due back to their work. And on days like these, Matoran were very prone to saying "Just one more performance!" and never leave until the very end. 

But what was it that gave these Matoran such excitement and happiness? That would be those on the stage, a section of the arena raised up above the others to keep the frantic Matoran from swarming them. Khiko was nearly the most front of those on stage, being the primary singer and giving her heart out to the fans. Behind her were some Ga-Matoran backup singers, Raskic playing his Kanoka Launcher guitar on the right, Stirron on some steel drums on the left, and a couple other Matoran playing some other instruments, like a Le-Maotran flute player. Next to Khiko, though in the foremost front, was the main man himself, Disliar. The dazzling Matoran was spouting various colored fireworks from his fingers, exploding in wondrous displays.

His main trick however was the giant bright sand yellow Kanoka disk floating above the stage, almost solid enough that it could be mistaken for a real disk rather than one made of Light. On the face of the disk was moving, colored image of a Matoran surfing on some chutes. Occasionally this would come out of the disk, chute extending out into the crowds and the Matoran surfing along with it. Matoran would jump up and reach for the chute and surfer, which would sometimes come in low enough for a sea of fist bumps. Though being made of light, all physical touches just passed on through. Not that it mattered, it wowed the crowed regardless. 

"...And he'll keep on disk surfin'
 Let's go hit those chutes today!" 

Khiko thrusts a fist into the air as she sang the last of the lyrics for the song. The music for that particular one slowly closes out as the crowd cheers, some throwing disks in the thrill as the Matoran surfs back into the disk. The disk then launches up into the air and explodes into a fantastic rainbow of colors, some taking on different symbols as well. Music continues to be played, through its quieter and soft, a subtly indicator that the show is finally over and its time for everyone to leave. 

"Thank you Metru Nui!" Khiko shouts to the crowd, though much more drawn out. "You have been a wonderful audience! Be sure to come back next week! Bring some friends for another blast!" 

The music slowly dies and the lights fade as hyped Matoran leave the stadium. Once all are gone, the pillars are lowered and equipment is moved out. After being sure that they're no longer in sight of any Vahki supporters and only among Entertainment friends, Khiko hugs onto Disliar's left arm. 

"How I'd do?!" Khiko ask him quite bubbly. 

"Fantastic as always." Disliar says, looking down at her with a big smile as they and his entourage walk. "Though you were off key on the third song." 

"Yeah," Khiko says, not nervous or embarrassed. In fact, it's quite confident for someone admitting a mistake. "That Le-Matoran played a different key than practice, really through me off. I tried tell him, but he didn't listen. " 

Or confident to blame someone else I suppose.  

"Hhmm," Disliar pondered. "I shall take care of him." 

"Oh. Oohh no no! No need for that, I just need to talk with him a bit more. We're just new to each other and he's really good! Just need a bit more time is all." Khiko quickly responded. 

"He better, I can't have him making my best star look bad." Disliar replies, with a smile, his tone a mix between serious and playful. 

Khiko just beams happily and lets go of Disliar. "Thanks! I'll see you later! Anything you want reserved?"

"No, sell what you can!" He says as Khiko runs off. He slightly turns towards Stirron, "I want to hear a recording the performance and see for myself. And," 

"I'll begin analysis as soon as I have it as well." Raskic responded, knowing his part all too well. 


"I take it everything is going well?" Said a voice, filling the room with its commanding power, yet also a kindness to it. 

Recognizing it easily, Disliar bowed, falling to his face before a ivory and gunmetal Matoran coming towards them. Stirron, Raskic, and all the others there followed suit, giving full bows as well. For if Disliar was to give knee, let alone a bow like that, then the others were sure to do the same. 

"Yes, great spirit, everything is going well. A minor Rahi attack, but nothing the Toa couldn't handle." Disliar replied in response and finally looked up. "What can I do for you?"