[h3][color=lightgreen][center]Terra Green[/center][/color][/h3]
A young woman stood alone in a graveyard, her guitar over her shoulder. She had on a new pair of gloves, barely even broken in. She rubbed the center of her right palm absently. "Hey. Trinity. I know I haven't visited for a while, but hey, here I am. A lot's happened since my last visit, you see. I got... this." She took off her right glove to show the new gem. "... Yeah. It's not fair."

With a sigh, the woman turned her eyes to the sky, staring at the clouds passing overhead. A breeze blew by, and her cell phone went off. "Mmn? Aah, that's probably my manager... I'll look at it later." [i]Not like I really told her where I was going.[/i]

After a while longer, Terra left the site and pulled out her cell phone to check. It wasn't her manager, but a direct performance invitation, which was strange. "Yeah, I guess I should go. I'll call my manager..." With a quick flip through her contact list, she gave a ring.

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She was just walking down a hallway backstage when she heard the show starting. "Aah, I'm late." She didn't hurry up or anything. For the show she was wearing black cargos with a chain or two hanging off them, and a snug black t-shirt to show off her figure. She carried her guitar of choice for the concert on her back, in a soft case, and she already had her color contact in since she knew time would be tight.

"Hmmm... where do I go?"