Shiri bounded through the doors her microphone in hand as she ran down the corridors to the band room. She was really excited to be in a band in general. It had been her life long dream when her and "Fortune's Mischief" used to be tight as friends. She missed those days. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed bursting through the doors. "You all ready to - poker?" she asked stopping midscentence curiously. "What kind you looking at, Loki?" she asked slightly curious. "And what are the stakes?" Her smile seemed to light up a room. The energy she got from being on stage was breath taking and seemingly magical. There was nothing like being under the spotlights, glistening in sweat and singing your heart out while trying to make the band sound musical and harmonious. She brought a different air to it. She started singing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" in a mournful voice. She changed a few lyrics to the song as it reminded her of Fortune's Mischief and the friendship they once shared. How she hated the constant bickering with her old friend. It just hurt knowing that she had done her friend wrong on too many levels. She didn't need constant reminders. Shiri hated that part of what she believed was their friendship. It ended on a seriously sour note if she recalled correctly. A note that went simply:<br/><span style="color: #BF0040">Dear Lorelei,<br/>I'm sorry to say this, but putting up with the constant bullshit you seem to want to pull with me and the hollow apologies that follow so quickly afterwards just doesn't make me want to be your friend. I'm sorry to say this, but I might just haunt you on the radio faster than you'll be able to haunt me on that piece of junk you call a radio.<br/>Your's faithfully,<br/>Shreya</span><br/>It haunted Shiri to no end to know that there was no hope for her or their friendship. It hurt rereading that old note that she had recieved five years earlier.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0040">Fortune's Mischief rushed into the room with a notebook and some notes she wanted to share with the rest of the band. She wasn't really sure how she wanted to be percieved by the band. Her usual joker-esque personality went out the door rather quickly as she saw Hibiki toss her headphones on the floor. "You all right there? You look rather irritated about something. Care to share?" She asked calmly. Her curiosity getting the better of her as she set her notebook and guitar to the side. Watching her from a bit of a distance, Fortune's Mischief smiled nervously at the leader of the band andwaited curiously for her next move. She wanted to be precieved as a decent travel companion and friend, at least to her bandmates. She just didn't know where to start usually. How she got the nickname she could only tell. Lorelei and Shreya had given the nicknames to each other as a gift to each other seven Christmases ago, what she didn't wish to recall was how it felt giving the other the nicknames. The hard part was letting go of a once timeless friend and pretending she didn't care. She wondered if anyone else understood that loss? How could she have been so naive? One could only hope time would heal all wounds or break her heart again if she opened up again. </span>