Storm's fist shot up as the last notes faded, her face a mask of exaltation. There was no sensation in the universe like this, the physically palpable adulation from a crowd when the glare of the stage lights made it impossible to distinguish individuals out there in the seats. It was magical, divine, some kind of esoteric bargain for what was given and received. A shiver claimed her when the lights on the girls dimmed, her hand dropping back to her side as she bowed behind her keyboard, off to the side and behind Murmur, still illuminated for a few more moments. Somehow, she couldn't believe that any performance of Mozart could ever have been as visceral or as real as what the band did, and what the crowd gave them back for it. If only it lasted. If only there was a way to bottle it and save it for the bad days when a song just wasn't shaping up, or they were all in foul moods from too many hours in the tour bus. At least it was a larger bus, now.<br/><br/>She waved and blew kisses as she left the stage with the others, smiling slightly at the elated girl with her signed photo. Once the adrenaline was gone, her feet were going to hurt, but she loved this outfit, like some twisted ballerina, black and red corset, a short, black, gauzy skirt and 5" heels with black ribbon ties that went up to her knees. Her hair was teased and glittered, her lips blood-red, and a crystal teardrop glued to her cheek within the painted tear on her left cheek. A red ribbon, like a guillotine wound, was her only necklace, but she had huge earrings in silver, jet and deep red. Half a glass of sports drink made a good mixer with vodka after a show, and she made herself one of these 'powered screwdrivers' before collapsing on the couch.<br/><br/>One big swallow down, she nodded and grinned at Rena. "I thought the second set flowed pretty damned sweet."