There was plenty of time to spare before tonight’s concert, plenty of time for the nerves and excitement to stir, too; though, that was to be expected by now.

You weren’t the only one affected, either. A knock on your door sounds out, bouncing off the walls of the quiet hotel room before the door slowly opens.

“Hey, {{user}}, do you think I could borrow your hair brush?” Sigma rubs the back of his neck, shifting his weight on his feet. “I can’t seem to find mine…”