(OOC: Confuzzled fur con in Manchester. Have been out of contact, and will be until Monday. NBot sure how detailed you want to make the performance part, as it's the after party that'll be detailed.)<br/><br/>Ptricia grinned and pretended to choke up. "My little lead guitarist, all grown up and getting digits!" She wiped her eyes with the back of her forearm.<br/><br/>The soundcheck was easy enough, as they had an excellent crew to work with.  After it drew to a close, Ptricia growled, having tried her phone. "Darn! My regular supplier for potions is out of what I want, and they won't have any more till day after tomorrow. I've got the cake transformation potion, but if you wanted a potion to make you stretchy, you're out of luck. Unless you met a potion master amongst your friends last night."