[color=6ecff6][center][h1]Ryva Silverstone[/h1][/center][/color]
Ryva helped Rixon set up his drums onstage, and made sure the amps were working alright. She was going to sing one of her brighter, hip hop songs tonight, then one of her pop songs that always made people feel the urge to dance. After that, the dancers would come on and she'd be free to find a partner, maybe one who knew how to tango or maybe cha-cha. Tonight was only her second performance at Club Lush, since she and her band were freelance, and she was a bit nervous, butterflies bashing against the sides of her stomach. There was a loud thud and Ryva turned to see one of the helpers had dropped an amp. She growled slightly in irritation, marching over.

[color=6ecff6]"How many times do I have to tell you?"[/color] she snapped. [color=6ecff6]"Carry it horizontally, not vertically. You're going to break your fool neck!"[/color] Rixon laughed and came over, kissing her forehead. he was like a brother to her.

[color=7bcdc8]"Ah, Ryva,"[/color] he said in his Irish brogue. [color=7bcdc8]"They'll never learn. No' until one of them breaks something." [/color]Ryva snorted.

[color=6ecff6]"I'm not paying for their medical bills," [/color]she said, then brightened. [color=6ecff6]"Come on, help me get Jem's keyboard while he's in the bathroom. We can get set up quicker if we don't wait for him to do it himself."[/color] She pivoted and her hair swished as she went to go get the rest of the band set up.

Rixon watched her go, wearing her new outfit and smiled. His dad was a friend of Ryva's, and they'd grown up together. He liked seeing the bright, beautiful woman she'd become. Some would say loved her romantically, but his response was, [color=7bcdc8]"hate to burst your bubble, but I've got my own boyfriend."[/color]