<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hehoECf.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azalea<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Open air Market<br/><strong>Action:</strong>A Gig! A Real Actual Honest-to-Mewtwo Gig!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>For once, things were looking up. Because there Azalea was, in her absolute best OK it was still only 15 bucks at Pokemart  little red dress, leaning towards a microphone on a stage. A Real Actual Honest-to Mewtwo Stage! Well, more like a bunch of piled up used boxes. And this was not really a venue so much as an open market. But it still counted. She knew it did. This was it. Her start to the rise to the tippy Piffing top. It started now.<br/><br/>Flashing her brightest smile, Azalea leaned back into the mike and called out, "Hello, Flotsam! Are you ready to rock? I know I am. Put your hands together for... um... MEEEEE!" She paused for applause, but very little was forthcoming. "Oh, come on now... I know you can do better than that. Pretty please?"