"Wren!"
Tossing her bag into a booth, she glanced up at the stage where her bandmates had gathered. Liliana called out from behind her drum kit "We didn't think you'd show tonight."
Smirking, the vocalist sauntered over "Seriously?"
Kyle, the bassist, smirked "Told her, ya wouldn't miss a gig, even dead, you'd find a way!"
The drummer smiled sheepishly "Dunno, figured with getting shot by the Joker, the media hounding ya, and therapy, you'd forget about us little people."
Stepping onto the stage, Wren rolled her eyes "Oh fuck off Lil."
"Play nice kids!"
Wes, the guitarist, stepped out from back stage. Pushing back his mop of early 2000's emo hair, he eyed Wren. "You sure you're good for tonight?"
Shortening the mic stand down to her height, she snapped "Honestly, if one more person asks me if I'm ok, I'm gonna loose it!
Her bandmates shrunk back a bit. Shaking her head, Wren amended "Guys, common, after the month I've had, I need to blow off steam."
She waved around her injured arm for emphasis, grimacing a little when it gave off a light twinge "I'm fine, really, next week is my last shrink session, after that I'm cleared for work."
Kyle's lips thinned a bit, Lil looked over at Wes, and he raised his eyebrows in response "Just don't have a freak out on stage, alright."
Wren frowned "Ok, first of all, the 'freak out' 2 weeks ago was side effects of the drugs Sharpe put me on, second of all, it wasn't that bad!"
Kyle fixed her with a look "You were clutching your chest and saying your heart was gonna bust outta your mouth. Then you passed out!"
Lil stepped out from behind her drum kit. "Ya started screaming after that… Then ya punched Wes when he tried to put you on the couch. Losing your grip
As if on cue, Wes massaged his jaw, still a bit sore. She felt a bit cornered at this point, sure, they all meant well but being ganged up on wasn't exactly her idea of communicating good intentions. "Guys, I'm fine, Sharpe took me off the pills, so no fainting, I promise."
They all stared at her, as if they'd be able to see the crazy and whether or not she had it under control. She chuckled "And if you guys don't lay the fuck off, I will lose my grip."
Her bandmates seemed to seize up. They actually thought she was serious. "I'm kidding…"
It took a moment, but they seemed to relax. Wes shook himself "Alright, if you say so."
That was the end of that. For a moment, Wren was able to forget all the shit had happened over the last month. It was pure bliss, a hard thing to find when you lived in Gotham. It was 20 minutes before they went on, the bar was packed with people. Wren normally wasn't a fan of making a spectacle of herself, yet somehow, singing to a bunch of strangers was different. People didn't know her, the band would never be famous, so she took solace is blowing off steam this way.
Sure she went out clubbing a few times a month. In those moments, she was part of the crowd. She could blend with the horde of undulating bodies. But somehow that wasn't enough, not mention it was expensive. At least when they sold merch and a couple CDs, Perdition brought in some extra scratch.
"Damn it Wren, could you sit still while I get this eyeliner on!"
Lil pulled away "Christ, why are you doing this Lil?"
She dove back in, nearly jabbing her in the eye with the pencil "Because you've got dark circles under your eyes."
Wren glanced in the mirror, sure enough, bags. Those nightmares weren't doing her any favors. "So?"
Lil put down the liner and applied some concealer on the circles "Can't have our front girl looking like shit."
Wren sneered into the mirror. "Fuck off Lil."
The drummer smirked "You look good with eyeliner though, this grey brings out your eyes, makes them look less… empty. Color of cinnamon… "
That was terrible, she turned and looked at the drummer directly "Now we know why I write the lyrics, cause that right there, was awful."
"Careful, or I'll draw a dick on your forehead with this waterproof eyeliner."
She waved the weapon around threateningly. Wren stuck out her tongue as Lil brushed plum eyeshadow across her lids. "Hey guys, five minutes!"
Kyle poked his head around the corner, only to wolf whistle at the sight of a made up Wren. "Wow, Wren, trying to get into someone's pants tonight!?"
He ducked in time to avoid getting beamed in the head with Lil's eyeshadow pallet. "Go fuck yourself Kyle!"
"Damn it, Wren I spent $30 on that!"
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