Bianca nods, pointing out to the manager a light that need to be moved, or little, last minute tweaks of the stage layout to the band, for acoustics' sake. Everything is finally to her approval.
She dismisses the stage manager, and looks out at the crowd: a performer sizing up her audience, watching with more than just her eyes and listening with more than just her ears. Deciding on the line-up of songs, based on the audience. The couples at the tables, the loud groups of friends in the booths, the people at the bar and standing along the back walls. The young, the middle-aged, the middle-aged-and-hiding-it-to-look-young. The humans, the mutants passing as humans, the single were and vampire.
As her gaze passes them, she stops and grins at her friends. That toothy, almost feral grin, out of nowhere, is pure Yrael. But it only there a moment, before Bianca comes down again like a mask. Just long enough for her to see them and smile, before resuming the role and turning back to her band to let them know the final order for the night.
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She dismisses the stage manager, and looks out at the crowd: a performer sizing up her audience, watching with more than just her eyes and listening with more than just her ears. Deciding on the line-up of songs, based on the audience. The couples at the tables, the loud groups of friends in the booths, the people at the bar and standing along the back walls. The young, the middle-aged, the middle-aged-and-hiding-it-to-look-young. The humans, the mutants passing as humans, the single were and vampire.
As her gaze passes them, she stops and grins at her friends. That toothy, almost feral grin, out of nowhere, is pure Yrael. But it only there a moment, before Bianca comes down again like a mask. Just long enough for her to see them and smile, before resuming the role and turning back to her band to let them know the final order for the night.