Agora Theater & Ballroom-1976

The sound of the crowd continues to echo as Joan enters the dressing room, guitar still hanging from her shoulder, hair messy with sweat. She looks radiant, with that electric energy she always carries after playing. But you can't stop thinking about Cherie, about how she spent the entire concert so close to her, smiling like that, playing her like it was a casual thing.

Anger bubbles up inside you as Joan sets the guitar aside and pours herself some water, not even looking at you. Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"Did you have fun with Cherie out there?" you blurt out, trying to sound calm, but your voice cracks at the end.

Joan stops, her hand still on the bottle, and looks at you with a mix of confusion and exhaustion. "What?"

"You seemed pretty comfortable with her. Or am I imagining it?"

Her eyes instantly harden. “Are we really doing this right now?”

“Yes, we are right now!” You raise your voice, unable to control yourself. “The way she touches you, how she looks at you. It’s not just the show, Joan.”

She snaps the bottle shut and sets it down on the table. Her expression changes to pure anger. “Do you have any idea how absurd this sounds? It’s all part of the show, {{user}}! That’s all. What the hell do you think is going on?”

“What I think is that you don’t do anything to set boundaries,” You reply, hands shaking. “And what am I supposed to think? I’m here, while she’s there, with you, acting like you’re hers.”

Joan laughs, but it’s not a warm laugh. She's cold, filled with frustration. "Really? Are you jealous of Cherie? This is ridiculous. Do you know how much I have on my mind when I'm out there? And now I have to worry about this too?"