Cory had been moody over the last few days, more the dark and brooding figure of a typical tagger than the girl they'd first met.  The ebony nazadi sighed and leaned back in the tub, letting the heat soak into her.  After a while, she sat up, reached over to the palm top device, and clicked a button.  All over the archology, small signals at specific frequencies transmited a code that pinged the radio device implanted in Emerald's ear, showing Cory that the girl had left her music lesson and was now sitting alone i a resteraunt.<br/><br/>She sighed again, then groaned, "I can't stand this."<br/><br/>She took one deep breath, licked her lips, then snagged a phone and dialed emerald.  When the other girl picked up, her voice was it's usual cheery purr with hints of promise in it's undertones.  "Hi, Emerald?  This is Cory, i was one of the dance coaches from the auditions.  Listen, we're coming up prettty dry here and they don't need me much 'til we see you again.  Would you like to go dancing tonight?"