[color=0076a3]Mable let out a yawn as her manager proceeded to let her know once more how [i]important[/i] this concert was. He said she could be deported if she messed this up, Mable raised a brow at him. "Deported? I'm just a pop star Gajoon, what's so important about my performance here that they need to threaten me?" She asked, her eyes sincere and innocent. She knew she was being used, but there were many details missing. Who was giving the orders, who was truly overseeing her career, and who the hell was giving her these god awful songs? She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "Never mind, I'm probably overthinking things." She said. Gajoon likely didn't know much, and even if he did he wouldn't talk, lest he risk being disappeared by Galatec. 

She left the parking lot and entered the back of the stage. As Gajoon had said, there was a band waiting for her, a group of people she'd never met before. As expected they all quickly ran up to her, excited to meet her and of course honored to work with her. Mable greeted them back as if she were seeing old friends, quickly breaking the ice. "Alright everyone, we don't have much time, so let's get started!" She said, grabbing a mic. Thankfully the band Galatec had given her to work with was decent, and as far as she could tell weren't in on what the purpose of this song was. Galatec was likely forced to use outside help, she couldn't imagine it was easy to find talented musicians in their ranks. 

Soon enough Mable had the performance memorized, from the song lyrics to her dance routine. As the final preparations took place she was put into a flowing colorful outfit and told to wait until the show was to start
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