Amore slowly flickered her eyelids open, half lidded as her gaze adjusted to the dimly lit ceiling she was staring at. "Fuck," she hissed quietly through gritted teeth, reaching a hand up to the back of her head as if it would magically make the pounding headache dissipate.<br/><br/>She coughed as she realized she had tissues stuck in each nostril, slowly sitting up and propping herself up on her left arm, realizing she had been laid on a couch in one of the backstage rooms.