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[traceofeffort]

[Lisa looks a little frustrated today... but she's holding her bright red bass today rather than her acoustic guitar, which is a fairly substantial change. As she talks she's idly plucking the strings, but that sure sounds kinda like LOUDER at some percentage of its normal speed...]

Man, I just feel so restless here lately. Not that I don't enjoy talking to everyone! I do, a lot! But... I didn't think I'd feel so unfulfilled on my summer break. I kinda wanna play a show, actually. Not just at a bar or something, wherever I can sneak in, but... a real show. Find an open spot at a music house or something and play a real live show, like the other me did. Sure, there's only the one of me, and I don't know how many fans I'd pull in, but- [She takes a breath, and lets it out slowly.] I want more than being the entertainment when someone wants to go do something else, y'know? I want to be the show. The main event, the attraction, the headline act! I'm a real musician and I wanna play like it!

[She flushes moderately; some on the network may recognize that she's been building up to this for a bit, and it's been on advice from people here.]

A-anyway! That's... yeah. Maybe for my birthday or something? Two weeks might be a little tight to arrange a space, practice a set, and do tickets or whatever, but if it doesn't work out, I'll find a way. One way or another I'm gonna play a set for my birthday, though. Count on it!

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[traceofeffort]

If whatever place I find even has seats, you're there. If not, hey, I guess I can just drop one on the stage.

Gotta find a place first, though, or this whole thing's kind of a pipe dream. I'm certain they're out there, I just need to pick one and pray there's an open slot.

[bearshermark]

That's okay, I'll just make sure I'm standing at the front of the crowd for you.

Also uh, I guess I shouldn't ask, but I'm not really good at subterfuge. Is there anything you'd really like for your birthday? I can probably figure something out, but if there's anything particular you'd want, let me know.

[traceofeffort]

Gotcha. Front-row seats are... delayed, to a show that has chairs.

So this is probably too corny even for me, but- not really? I'm alive, I'm sane, I'm not hurt, and I'm playing music for my friends. That's enough for me.

[bearshermark]

A really nice dinner it is.

What's your favorite kind of food?

[traceofeffort]

[Blink, blink.]

Elliott, I appreciate it, but really, you don't have to. But, um. Surprise me. You asked me that and I'm getting two answers back, because she's answering too, and I don't wanna sort through it now.

[bearshermark]

Okay. [He tries not to sound too disappointed]

Sorry, I'm not trying to trouble you, I just want to do something nice for you.

[traceofeffort]

I get you, and I appreciate it, I do! I'm just... I dunno, I'm kinda simple with stuff like this? [A pause, and a brief grimace, before she shakes her head and smiles again, a little crookedly.] That, and I don't know what the hell chiku-whatever is, so I'm gonna push her answer aside for now anyway.

I'm kind of a comfort food girl, if that's more helpful? I've been in New York for two years now, and it's great, but Mama's cooking being hours away is a big minus, y'know? There's a reason I take sweet tea with me to the support group, and it's not just because the Bureau don't know how a wooden spoon works.