After she had finished her soup and had managed to meet a few other fans of Flip Side, the guards at the gate had started admitting people into the concert hall. Brynn let the crowd gently push her towards the entrance, where two beefy Skeiths stared at her.

"Ticket please, ma'am," one of them growled. Brynn casually reached into her pocket, expecting to draw out the ticket, but her paw came out empty. She tried again, reaching deeper inside her pocket until her paw had explored the whole of the pocket.

"B-but it was here moments ago," she stuttered, and tried again. An unpleasant muttering rose up behind her and the guards exchanged glances.

"Keep it moving, bub!" someone shouted. There was a chorus of agreement and Brynn gulped, thinking of the many ways a rampaging angry mob of Flip Side fans could trample her.

Brynn gave up and just told the guards matter-of-factly that someone had stolen her ticket, then went to stand by the Soup Faerie booth resignedly. As she was leaving, one of the Skeiths dragged her back by the collar, nearly suffocating her.

"Did you say stolen, ma'am?" the guard asked. She nodded, and he then passed her to his other Skeith buddy like he was tossing around a limp rag doll. Then he muttered something about a pickpocket on the loose. The Skeith's eyes widened until they boggled out of their sockets and he took in a deep breath.

"Red alert! Red alert! There has been a code red security breach in the field! I repeat, there has been a code red security breach in the field!"

The fans, who had just been jeering a while ago, stopped and started patting their pockets or checking their bags, worried that their valuables or even worse – their ticket - had been stolen. Other Skeith guards got moving, waving their VLS guns about and giving the evil eye to anyone who they suspected was the crook. A few more zealous ones actually started to check bags for the ticket. The Soup Faerie wailed, making her cauldron bubble and froth, and Adee the Chia dropped the ice cream cone she was handing to a hungry fan.

The Skeith guard put Brynn down and went off to examine people for 'extra' tickets. The other one stayed at the gate and polished his VLS, evidently not bothered to move since his partner had gone to take care of both their jobs. Suddenly, a figure walked up to the guard and whispered something inaudible into the guard's ear. Brynn didn't get to see who it was, since it – whatever it was – had gone as soon as it had appeared. However, she thought she had seen tentacles. Maybe it was just an illusion.

The guard now looked positively more relaxed than he was already, and he called out "False alarm! False alarm! The ticket has been found!" in his gravelly Skeith voice.

The other guards looked at him quizzically. Guard Two returned to his post at the gate and asked "It has?"

"So says them higher up official peoples," replied Guard One. "Ma'am, you're wanted in their presence. Just go straight, turn right and go through the door. You can't miss it."

"Er, okay," Brynn said. Her ticket, even though it had been 'found', had not been given to her, and now she was getting a bit suspicious of these official people.

Brynn followed the guard's direction until she came to a door in one of the doorway shaped standing stone formations, common in Tyrannia. It had a star on the door, giving her the impression that it was currently housing someone important. She knocked on the door set into the stone and went in.

There were three tables inside, and the people she'd wanted to meet for ages were sitting at them.

She was standing in Flip Side's dressing room.

Before she could say anything or start hyperventilating, Pickpocket strode up to her.

"Welcome, missy, so sorry yer here. Terrible accident, it was."

"Terrible? Accident? No, no no no no no! I'm honoured to be here! In your dressing room! I'm so excited! I'm finally meeting you! I-I-I-"

"Erm, lemme introduce meself and the lads first. I'm Pocket. Pick Pocket. And these are-"

"Animal," Brynn said breathlessly, staring at the still drumming Kau. "And Rogue," she gushed. The mysterious blue Ixi was still sitting at his table, his face now covered in the intricate paint mask from snout up. As he turned to greet her, she drew in an even bigger breath than the ones she was already taking.

"I don't believe this!" she cried. "Hanso?"

"Erm, yes, hello, Brynn." Rogue, a.k.a. Hanso, tried to act cool. At the same time, he flashed a look at Pickpocket that said "You HAD to steal from HER?"

"I don't get it, I thought you had gone to live in Meridell!"

"Hehe, er, I did, but as you can see, I met these two fine fellows here who shared my, aherm, musical talent, and Flip Side was born!" Hanso declared with a flourish.

"Hmm, yes, yes, methinks I am a fine fellae indeed," said Pickpocket, looking rather pleased with himself. Animal kept practicing.

"That doesn't mean you're off the hook for stealing," Hanso growled.

"He's not, that's why you're here," Animal called from the other end of the room.

"Yes, Animal is right! AND, to make up for Pick here stealing your ticket and causing a false code red alarm, scaring everybody, we are going to offer you a chance to sing with us!" Hanso flashed her one of his Insta FanGirl smiles with it. Brynn too grinned like a nutter, and fainted immediately.

"I guess that means yes," Hanso said, and patted Brynn's shoulder before exclaiming, "Soon, it will be showtime!"