Petra sat quiet unlike her fellow band mates who were elated; did they even receive the same news? Her contemplative russet colored hues downcast upon a discolored bruise on her leg that she received from sleepwalking a couple of nights ago. Her expression not pleased in the slightest though she scanned about the room one last time at the hopeful faces of the band, and tried to relax a bit…and not sound like a total bitch while raining on their parade. She cleared her throat before speaking, a clear sign that her dialogue would not be pleasant. 

[b]“What you’re saying is that we’re filling in for a band but the fans don’t know it? Yeah, doesn't sound like anything bad could happen at all. Booed off stage, a riot, beer bottles lobbed at our heads…”[/b] Her tone sounding extremely sarcastic while she smirked imagining the chaos. A light laugh could be heard while she restlessly combed a few fingers through her gleaming dyed tresses.[b] “So, I think that set list is the least of our problems Søren.”[/b] 

Zippered heels were placed on the ground before bringing her cup into the kitchen for some water. This gig was going to be a disaster and she would be the one saying [i]I told you so.[/i] After her quick fill of water she returned to the group and folded both arms in a reluctant manner. [b]“I like a challenge…let’s do it.”[/b] Her eyes rolled from defeat knowing good and well that she’d follow this group of trouble makers to the ends of the earth…or an apocalypse. Her smile could not be contained any longer and she sat back down. [b]“We have a lot of work to do...”[/b] Her gaze lingered on the drummer for a moment before reaching for another slice of pizza.