[h2][color=6ecff6]Ryva[/color][/h2] finished the song, allowed a moments pause (which was filled with cheering), so she could catch her breath. She leaned forward and spoke into her mic, her slightly Scottish accent coming out to play.

[color=6ecff6]"Alright lads, lasses,"[/color] she said, sounding breathless (but in a good way). [color=6ecff6]"I know you all expected more than that, but we've got two more songs, then I need to go say hello to my pal Arty. You dig?"[/color] She smiled at the crowd. [color=6ecff6]"You've been great tonight, and you can expect me again in three or four days."[/color] Some of the crowd booed, and groaned, but some nodded in understanding.

[color=a187be]"Ryva,"[/color] called Jem. [color=a187be]"Are you thinking of the song I'm thinkin' of?"[/color] Ryva grinned roguishly and tossed her leather jacket at one of the backstage helpers.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh yeah,"[/color] she replied. [color=6ecff6]"Let's give em something to dance to."[/color] she turned back to the crowd. [color=6ecff6]"And, if you're lucky, you can find me at the Tiny Snowflake of in the park. But after this, it's goodnight, for now. Love ya."[/color] She blew kisses and began to play again.
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Her last two songs
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bz52QHnevV8[/youtube]
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bc2EuSRVjzs[/youtube]