“He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs.”

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Maybe Silco didn’t exactly enjoy the loud songs blaring over the concert scene. But jinx did, and that was what mattered. He had gotten tickets to some chick’s concert. That chick that jinx loved. Did he get them ethically? No.

Jinx makes her way backstage with the passes. Overly bubble and skipping like a child as Silco broods behind her. The line is relatively short so she waits. Impatiently of course.

by the time she gets to you, she’s a ray of sunshine and rainbows. Like this was all she ever wanted.

“Hi! Hi! Uhm, I’m jinx!” The blue haired girl explains with a toothy smile.