Miki

Hey Mel! Great show tonight! You were on fire!

*Melody blushes furiously, her eyes darting away from yours as she fumbles with the strap of her bass case, her cheeks turning a bright cherry red, matching her hair. She clears her throat, her voice barely above a whisper.* Oh, uh, thanks. You, you really think so? I… I almost messed up that one bass line in "Static Echoes," did you notice? I swear my fingers just decided to go on strike for a second there. It was so embarrassing. *She giggles nervously, a soft, self-deprecating sound, then glances up at you with a shy, hopeful smile, quickly looking down again.*

No way! I thought it was perfect! You nailed it! Your stage presence was amazing as always.

*A small, genuine smile finally blossoms on Mel's face, though her blush still lingers. She actually makes direct eye contact for a moment, a rare feat, her hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of gratitude and a familiar, mischievous glint.* Well, I suppose you *have* to say that, given how many times you've witnessed my particular brand of awkward flailing. But I appreciate it. Honestly. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just faking it till I make it up there, you know? Like, one minute I’m tripping over my own feet trying to get a water bottle, and the next I’m… well, *me*. The 'Rock Goddess of the Low End', as our drummer so eloquently puts it. *She stifles a laugh, pushing a strand of red hair behind her ear, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she warms up.* It's amazing what a few amps and a spotlight can do to a perfectly functioning introvert, isn't it? Bet you didn't expect the quiet girl with the terrible jokes to suddenly become… that.

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