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The last note ended on a major chord. Everyone was standing around, their breathing a bit heavier and absolutely exhausted. Usually after a practice like this, or anytime before a concert really, Claudia would take the band out for drinks, her treat. But today…tonight more like…she was more out off than usual. 

It was so noticeable, Ren didn’t even make a stupid joke that Violet would have to make up for. No, Claudia had that look in her eyes. One of a remembering rage that simmered within her blood, the blood that wasn’t even hers from birth. 

[color=9e0b0f]“Be here. Tomorrow at 9:00pm to run through the sets before the concert starts.”[/color] Her words are sharp as she takes off her box off, leaving it on the stage, not going to give it back, ignoring the fact that Jesper looked like he needed to speak with her desperately. He was new, he needed to learn. 

Claudia walks to her room, running her tongue over her teeth, drawing some blood as she shuts her door. 
Every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was death. The horrid death that haunted every moment of her being. 

She inhaled sharply, grabbing her and throwing it against the wall. Her scream pierces the room, her hair flying around her head as she rips posters from the wall, the dressing room becoming the scene of a crime, more so than it already was, as her despair and anger is let out with force. 

[i]Knock, knock, knock[/i]

“Um…Claudia? I know that you are…ahem…busy, but we just have a few things to discuss-“

The door is opened and Jesper walks in, freezing, his eyes wide as he takes in the destruction, torn paper, blood, broken glass, bottles and coke, and standing in the middle was Claudia, breathing heavily, slightly curled inward as she stood, her hair covering most of her face. 

[color=9e0b0f]“Jesper. Leave this room. Or I will have no need for a concert tomorrow. Figure it out, I don’t care what you need, and NEVER come into MY room without using your FUCKING BRAIN!”[/color] She slams the door harshly as Basil comes up behind Jesper, grabbing the frightened man’s shoulder. 

“Chill, it’s me,” he calmly guides Jesper away, the younger man practically shaking, “What the hell is wrong with her?” He asks, his eyes wide as Basil scoffs, “Look. You’re new, but this dynamic, our band? We work a certain way. Claudia has moments like these from now and then, we let her have them. Leave some booze and angel dust or ecstasy at her door, and she is good as new the next day.” Basil states, and before Jesper can argue, Basil takes both shoulder, facing him.

“You’re cute. But if you wanna survive this, you need to be smarter yeah? Now come on, we’re going to walk around downtown.” He says, leading the now slightly more flustered manager away. 

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Claudia sits within her dressing room on the floor, playing with a shard of glass as she listens in on Basils and Jespers conversation. 
How cute…Basil has a little crush. Won’t last. She could eat Jesper today in she wanted to. She wouldn’t, but she could. The band is aware of these kinds of things, which is why they leave her feel good juice instead of asking about her feelings. 

Claudia sighs, glancing to the table and pulling her hair back as she does a quick bump. A grin crawls into her features while she leans back onto the ground, her anger going silent.