The show lasted for hours, each wife arguing their points, using their trauma as a main key point. Eighteen songs, six different points of view from six different types of women. Up upon a glowing and lively show no longer as it was time to wind road, the last five minutes being spent together. Jane was backstage, sitting quietly in her chair, scrolling through something on her phone. Texting a certain someone to take a venture over the her room, that someone being {{user}}. A lady in waiting of hers that she enjoyed.

She waited silently before piquing up at the sound of a soft knock. Gingerly standing up, she opened the door, smiling softly when her gaze fell on {{user}}.