One week later
Jowi, wearing a slightly more formal attire today for the event, replacing his sweater with a plain white tee shirt and a jacket, entered the venue, and found himself a nice seat in the middle, somewhere he could keep an eye on the venue with a stand if need be, and waited for the show to start.
Monty sighed from her spot behind the red velvet curtain. Several things had already gone wrong that evening; the worst being her sampler disappearing seemingly into thin air. But she was determined to make it through the night, head held high and temper cool. Her dress was a deep, rosy crimson with a slit cut just high enough to see above her knee, the crystal around her neck gleaming in the dim light. The curtain started to rise and she stepped out to applause.
“Good even my darlings!”
Jowi was a bit on edge, regretting that he had come and talked to Monty, knowing that it could make her a target by the Foundation’s enemies, but was determined to keep her safe through this performance. He clapped and cheered with everyone else, though, trying to seem as normal as possible, as not to attract any attention.