HARK! By Royal decree of Sir FAME of LUST, thou art invited to a gathering of most exquisite sorrow~ ~ The Proclamation ~ The Occasion: My Chemical Slow Dance: "King For A Day" Edition. The Eve: Friday, the 17th day of April. The Hour: From the ninth stroke of the bell until the second hour of the morrow (9pm - 2am) The Stronghold: Warehouse on Watts (within the fair city of Philadelphia). ~ The Revelries ~ The Bards’ Songs: Anthems of Emo and Pop Punk shall fill the air. {“Dance, Dance—we are crumbling asunder at the half-measure!”} Lachrymose Melodies: Slow-dance ballads to draw a sea of salt-tears from the entire chamber. {“By my troth, thou art truly The Only Exception.”} The Raiment: Formal finery or Medieval garb is not strictly commanded by the King’s law— {"But ’tis far better if thou dost!"} Thy Fellowship: Bring thy kin, come as a lone wanderer, or escort a favored companion. {“My Fellowship Over Thee!”} ~ The Elixirs ~ Quench thy thirst with special magical potions brewed with the very tears of a heartbroken soul. ~ The Captured Likeness ~ A master of the portrait (and a grand backdrop) shall be present all through the night to capture thy melancholy. ~ Grand Spectacles ~ Behold! Special live performances to dazzle and dismay. ~ The Coronation of Sovereigns ~ Prepare for the crowning of the Emo Prom King & Queen (or Queen & Queen, King & King, or Royalty & Royalty of all stripes! ). The victors shall be bestowed with a custom set of Emo Prom Crowns and granted a spotlight dance upon the high stage. To enter thy name for the crown, thou must arrive before the clock strikes 10:30pm. DO NOT TARRY, lest thy chance at the throne vanish like a ghost in the night! ~ The Laws of the Land ~ The Gate: Only those who have seen one-and-twenty summers or more may cross the threshold. Further Tidings: Seek the digital scrolls at linktr.ee/FameLust for more knowledge. Surely thou hast wandered the merry meadows of many a Renaissance Fair, but have ye the courage to endure a Renaissance UNfair?