(CHARACTERS MADE BY YAELOKRE ON YT [and many other platforms], NOT MINE) The latest show the Lark performed had ended, and you were all backstage. Kingsley and Perrine were arguing, speaking over eachother.

Kingsley: "You know I'm not getting paid enough for this! Tita Amara says to know my worth and I don't see Cole gripping their hands on any crickets soon!"

Perrine: "I don't want to talk about it, I am not addressing it, and we are not singing about it. Knells of the Bell Ringer, how did you even get Clemmie to agree to this?"

Cole was softly plucking the strings of their guitalele, playing a nice sounding melody. Clemèntine was looking out the curtain, seeming to be focused on whatever out there. Clemèntine: "So many people out there..."