[color=0076a3]Sitting in the back of a black limo, Mable looked out the slightly tinted windows to the city on the other side. The weather was nice today, Galatec likely had made sure of that. Knowing that made sunny days feel less special, like a present given to a child by an abusive parent. Rainy days were more befitting this city, because they fit the mood better, of course. Looking through the darkened glass she saw few people in the streets, if you could even call most of them such a thing. Githkin peacekeepers patrolled the streets as a constant reminder that any show of discontent would be punished to the fullest extent of their perverted laws. The city was full of the hopeless and the brainwashed, it was peaceful alright, but it was something else that was the worst of all. It was boring. 

No one was allowed to have fun unless it played into the hands of Galatec, as a result most forms of entertainment had the stench of a sham made with an ulterior motive. Unfortunately she was a prime example of this. She would love to perform the many songs she'd created, but they'd never see the light of day under Galatec rule. This city was far too dull, it was an example of the entropy of the universe and the death of the soul. It needed a dose of chaos to liven things up, to free the populace. 

"These lyrics are pretty bad." Mable said, her signature grin unwavering. She waved the papers containing the lyrics to her new song in front of her manager, fanning him. "Super duper bad- who wrote this, was it some githkin that had been lobotomized?" She laughed. "And three hours to learn this? I don't even know the tune, the beat, and this is supposed to be a song about what's in my heart?" Her grin turned into a toothy smile. "Octo-manager, you wouldn't happen to hate me, would you? I've worked very hard for Galatec, I've given complete creative freedom up for my position, but it isn't enough?" She tossed the lyrics onto the floor of the limo. "It's a good thing I love a challenge." She said, opening the sunroof. She stood up through the sunroof, allowing the wind to blow through into her face and lift the thick strands of her red hair. 

"New Angel Grove, I'm going to be the pilot light that sets your heart on fire!" She sang, raising her arms into the air. The venue was just ahead, and as expected a small crowd had gathered, being looked over by more than a few peacekeepers. Many in the crowd heard her, and proceeded to lose their minds upon seeing her. If it weren't for the peacekeepers the limo would have been ransacked. The limo pulled into the back of the building, passing the large signs displaying her full name and entering a significantly gloomier parking lot. Mable climbed out of the limo from the sunroof, and waited for her manager's directions.
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