Rachel joyfully took one of Lumi's bottles.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"Sweet, thank you."</span>She smiled a bit oddly, almost as if she felt some sort of intense relief. She wouldn't turn down some free alcohol and they actually had a reason to celebrate, so this was a welcome idea.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"I think I like how the Finnish celebrate..." </span>Her voice was still a little lowered, but this time seemed rather light-hearted, as she took a long sip. Almost instantly, she felt a bit better, a little less shut down. Although BB's rant certainly didn't help to ease the mood.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"I don't think you've read the flyers properly..."</span>She didn't want to sound as snappy as she did, but she was getting pissed at the notion of just performing someone else's music instead of making her own.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"This guy, the... promoter or whatever..."</span>She motioned her head towards the coach.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"> "He's not here for Sony or whatever. I've heard some of other guys talk about him. He's an avant-garde kinda guy, apparently... I doubt he'd cast people for for a fake pop group..." </span>She put the bottle back to her lips, emptying it with her second sip and wiped her wrist over her mouth afterwards.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa"> "We'll get to do the music we want to make... I think... I... I sure as hell won't sing shit written by some label manager."</span>The girl shrugged, taking BB's joint and mumbled a quiet "Thanks" before taking a long hit.<br/><br/>As she exhaled, slowly, and handed back the joint, she finished her thought.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87cefa">"Plus, look at us. We're... not exactly the typical What's Hot folks, right?"</span>