Tria 81381 Who: <span style='color:darkblue'>Notek Tymdt</span> Wearing: Black minidress, yellow leggings, black stiletto ankle boots. Where: The Panic Room, 6 PM Notek sat at the vanity, wordlessly morphing her unruly copper hair. She hadn't heard from Ulaz for months, so it was time to move on. She settled on soft, mid-back curls with side swept bangs. Notek yawned. Life could suck sometimes, she realized. She walked over to the mini bar in the green room and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. <span style='color:darkblue'>I guess this'll do for now.</span> she muttered. She could always go to the bar during her break. She gulped it down, wincing as the vodka burned her throat. Sighing somewhat contentedly, she stepped out to the stage where she was met with little applause. Notek mentally groaned; <span style='color:darkblue'>I'm coming back to my roots, singing in little coffee shops and bars at a fucking school. My career is in the shitter.</span>
<span style='color:#FFFF99'>Pixie slunk around by herself on the campus, realizing that her fidgeting feet had brought her to the Panic Room. Her ears went back, eyes going wide ever so slightly as she opened up the door a crack and peaked in. It was nearly dead empty, a large relief to Pixie. The femme 'dragon's wings ruffled slightly and settled back against her back as she slipped in and towards the bar. The rainbow of her clothes and body would most likely make her stand out, but she didn't mind that all too much, just as long as no one bothered her. The femme clutched a notebook and pen in hand and set them down on the bar table, flipping the book open as she let out a meek reply to the bartender, who had just asked her if she would like a drink.</span> <span style='color:orange'>"Um, I'll take a glass of water and a small sandwich....please."</span> <span style='color:#FFFF99'>The male 'dragon nodded and stalked off. Pixie's deep green eyes darted around like flittering bugs, taking in everything in the room. She noted that soft applause broke out as a white femme came out on the stage. Pix cocked her head to the side and shook her head, turning back to her notebook to find a plate with a sandwhich and a glass of water in front of her as well. She squeaked ever so slightly and looked up to see the bartender walking away. Taking the sandwich in a paw, the femme took a bite and began to furviously write down in her book. She would stop at times and look towards the stage, her eyes instantly drawn to the femme with wings of silver veins and membranes like a bugs. That was when she noticed the crowd that was starting to form, people filing into the Panic Room, glad to see a performance. Pixie scrunched down in her bar stool and tried her darndest to concentrate on her writing.</span>
Notek glanced around again. The bar seemed to be filling up, to her happiness. She stepped to the microphone. <span style='color:darkblue'>"Look at me, You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me. Every day, its as if I play a part. Now I see, if I change my shape I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart."</span> A few of the 'dragons looked like they came to see a real performer, but she sang on anyway, blasting her voice. <span style='color:darkblue'>"Who is that thill I see? Staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?"</span> The male 'dragons were more focused on her short skirt than her voice, but the other patrons seemed to be enjoying it. <span style='color:darkblue'>"I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart, and what I believe in. But somehow I will show the world what's inside my heart, and be loved for who I am. Who is that thill I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know? Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time? When will my reflection show who I am inside? There's a heart that must be free to fly. That burns, with a need to know the reasons why Why must we all conceal, what we think, how we feel Must there be a secret me, I'm forced to hide? I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time. When will my reflection show who I am inside? ...when will my reflection show, who I am inside..."</span> Thunderous applause echoed through every corner of the room... all but one. Notek frowed as a rainbow thill tried to tuck herself further in the corner, begging to be invisible. She was hunched over a notebook or a sketchpad or something, and she seemed to ignore Notek to the best of her abilities. <span style='color:darkblue'>I'll find her at my break,</span> she thought, <span style='color:darkblue'>and ask her why she's here if not to listen to my- amazing- music.</span>
