Tipping her drink back for another sip, Sally admires the cards, finding them as intriguing as the strange dealer… was that why they chose her..?  They had some kind of interest in the music scene..?  Maybe this was more than just a ticket to New York… maybe it was a ticket to fame.<br/><br/>She looks the dealer up and down, letting the glass rest at her lips to hide the faint little smile that she can’t help but let cross her lips.  “Deal me in too.”<br/>