In Concert

[Tracey Rivers]

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She expected a bar with a stage -- that's what she was used to. She didn't expect a concert hall with a bar attached. But that was alright. She could adapt. Taking in the room, Tracey's mind was coolly running through ideas on how to give the best performance possible. She had a few practice sessions beforehand and felt confident, but came to Fontana without a solid plan. There was going to be a lot of improv, but for some reason she was determined to impress everyone here.

Her train of thought was interrupted, startled by Cobra's sudden appearance. Tracey composed herself for a second before looking up at him and breaking into a smile.

"'Course I am, Commander," she said in response to his first words to her. "Wouldn't miss it for anything."

There was a hint of nervousness to her voice, but she quickly got it under control. This guy was in charge, and the reason she was even here. She probably had nothing to fear from him. In fact, it looked like he put some effort into hyping her up to his people. She didn't want to think what would happen if she embarrassed herself on stage -- and him by extension.

"No, no pressure at all. Not after I get spaced for making a fool of myself in front of dangerous people," she joked, perhaps referencing their first meeting or some other incident from her past. Her accent placed her as a New Londoner of working-class origins, unremarkable in Bretonia but uncommon to hear from a space traveller.

One of the technicians offered to take her instrument backstage to get it in place for the concert, and Tracey hesitated before thanking him and handing off the guitar. She was more used to hauling her gear for each gig herself. She instinctively ran her now free hand through her short blonde hair, brushing it to the side before glancing towards the bar. There was still a bit of time before she had to go get ready.

"D'you mind if I go for a drink?" Tracey asked Cobra. She didn't think he would mind -- that's what the bar is for.

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