Rena clung to her P-Bass until the last vibration of the strings died down and the spotlights that had been lighting her an the rest of the backing band dimmed, leving Murmur alone in the spotlight. She unslung the guitar and laid it on its stand where one of the crew would collect it shortly. She watched Murmur bow towards the fans, watched their adulation of him. The men, they wanted to be him, while the women wanted him, and for a short time tonight, everyone had been in love with him. The entire crowd in this place had lost itself in their music, in his voice. That was what she loved. She looked down briefly at her costume, red leather mini-skirt and a matching crop top that barely covered her smallish breasts. Her blonde hair was wild with too much product carefully added for just the right effect and glitter shone in the red and white mask painted around her eyes. She didn't care about the costume or Murmur's act, insisting he was a demon, none of that mattered. What mattered was the music, the pure emotion of it that infected every person here tonight, including herself.<br/><br/>Her eyes turned from Murmur as he departed the stage, and she reached into a pocket carefully added to her skirtand pulle dout a handful of bass picks. She wasn't a pick bassist normally, she'd leave that to paul mccartney and his ilk, but on a few of Dionysian's songs, picking the strings just sounded better to her, maybe no one else noticed, it might have been too subtle, but to her, obsessed as she was with perfection and proving herself, every little thing mattered. She smiled as she tossed the picks out to the crowd then made her own way off stage.<br/><br/>She hurried back to the dressing room, stopping to sign an autograph for one young, excited, girl who had snuck past security, only to have a security guard grab onto her just as Renas handed her back the picture and marker with her name scribbled on it in permanent colors. Inside the room she pulled out the earplugs she wore religiously when on stage and reached for one of the bottles of beer she kept at the shows. She nodded to Pandora as she twisted off the cap and took a deep drink of the liquid. "Good show tonight," she commented. "I think the sound was great... at least the fans thought so anyway."