As soon as permission had been granted, she began setting up. Mirie had left the room, changing in the ladies room into her lolita dress before she performed. As she came back, she noticed a newcomer, covered in tattoos, asking if the bar was open. 
"It's open." Her voice, void of emotion, would carry to him. She looked at him with cold eyes. "If you want, you can listen to me practice. I don't care." She turned her head away, moving to the stage. She looked out of place among the graffiti on the walls and ramshackle stage wearing such a pretty and gothic dress, but she didn't care. This place had given her the boost she needed, and she owed them.