Nicky walked down the street with a burning cigarette in her mouth, her large headphones covering her ears, Patrick Stickles screaming into her ears:

[i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjaWJ74GkXA]Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
Watching ashes scattering all over town
And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
You'll see blue trampling over gray and green over brown[/url][/i]

She was wearing a blue dress with floral print, she seemed to think it at least somewhat ironic, a punk like her wearing a dress like that, but she wore a leather jacket over it to keep some of her cred. Her shoes were her normal bright red Chuck Taylors that were pretty well worn in by this point. She closed in on the venue and brushed some of the hair from her face before tossing her cig into the street behind her. She knew it wasn't good for her voice but she was young, she'd quit later. She blew out the last bit of smoke from her mouth and made her way into the venue.

She realized she was a bit late but it wasn't that big a deal, sound check wasn't even done yet. She got up on stage in front of the microphone, cleared her voice and said the word "Check." Her voice didn't seem right, and the sound engineer seemed to realize that so he attempted to fix it. "Check 1, 2." It sounded even worse and Nicky was starting to get a little angry. The sound engineer tried to fix it once again. "Check." It sounded better than the first time but it still wasn't any good still. She started to say something to the engineer, her voice audibly angry, "Listen, I understand you're trying to do your best here but if the few people that come here to see us play can't hear us properly, you and I are both going to have a problem." The sound engineer looked a little stressed as he attempted to fix his mistakes again. "Check." It finally didn't sound terrible, Nicky smiled sarcastically at the engineer, hoping that no problems plague her during the show.