Chroma remembered how he found this place, it was pretty swell of the people to mention this little gem to him since it was not only the stage he would have set up on, but also the one he used to unwind and simply relax -especially since it seemed like playing music in his dormroom, at the volume he normally listened at, was a definite no unless he intended to deal with an angry mob of tired students. The soundboy took another loo at the stage with a grin; it had a sort of roof for the performers and anyone the was to be behind the curtains -an obvious implement minded towards that of inclement weather conditions and such. Another look had shown that it was obviously off of the beaten path of the campus, the only indication of it's existence being a well treaded dirt path that lead to the front of the stage. Among the area in front of the stage were a large collection of some rather long benches in sets of columns, about five for each column of which there were three.
Since he set up a little bit more beforehand, there were some dimly lit lights marking the path as well as some scattered around the viewing area. Additionally he moved several of the benches back to make way for some folding chairs and tables that he had set up at the same time as the lighting. He smiled to himself, and his mask reciprocated the smile with its average 'smile' emote as he walked up to the stage itself and began to add the finishing touches.
The soundboy, during the last seconds of the song, simply relaxed back in his folding chair on stage. He didn't really want to go out and socialize with the people that attended -as much of a party foul it was for the host who set it all up, he felt like if people wanted to talk to him, they'd just go right up to him and talk; otherwise the people around seemed content with talking with each other. Well since the song ended, it seemed some people were picking up some trash, others were leaving with friends -some probably well acquainted and others probably just having met for the first time. His lazy look behind the mask shifted between the people that were still present.
Most of them seemed to either linger to help clean up the sort of viewing area, or just talk amongst themselves. There was that proud feeling in his gut; like he did something right, something that he knows he would be happy to look back upon. He walked to the edge of the stage, deciding to sit there while his legs dangled towards the dirt ground that supported the stage. By now the technicolor wisps had dissipated and he was simply reduced to watching while people began to vacate the area and leave into the night to their dorms or wherever. Chrome decided to linger out, knowing he'd have to clean up all of the equipment either way.