[Indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray]Fiona Salvador-Grey had been gifted with the gene's of stardom. 

Her mother had been making her own music since she was fifteen and was now producing music for some of the hottest new names. Her father, on the other hand, was one of the most renown soap opera stars there was today. With the hereditary gift of ambition, Fiona was [i]destined[/i] for greatness, and she knew it. 

Her phone had been on silent for the better part of the day as she used to schools sound room to prep herself for open mic night at Nectars. Fiona was planning to play a series of covers tonight. She needed to get the crowd to really like her before she tried to see how they responded to her solo stuff. Of course she had gained some traction on both her and Dee's YouTube channels, but playing in front of a live crowd was always different. 

Her nerves were through the roof. Had she chosen the right [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcRgm85xiLs0BOIJL0pUdMU_eKUIgGnawFjN-jtRif1PnNE7g6qv&usqp=CAU]outfit[/url]? Had she exhausted her voice from to much practice? Was he guitar perfectly in tune? 

[i]Breathe, Fi.[/i]

Walking through the door at Nectars, Fiona checked in quickly with the manager before walking over to the stage to begin sound check. 

While it was open mic night, Fiona was the main attraction, so to speak, and would be on stage for the first thirty minutes. 

Plugging up the mic, Fiona prepared herself for whatever the night would throw at her. [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]