Sky exhaled smoke deeply, finishing the last of her cigarette. She put away her lighter. It was expensive; metal, with circular swirling patterns engraved into it. It was a gift from her ex-boyfriend... why did she even still have it? Whatever. She could feel the music begin to pulse from inside the building, almost as if on cue. She threw the butt of the cigarette on the floor and crushed it with her boots. She approached the entrance and entered, the music notably louder. It was good. 

Sky pushed through the crowd of people to get nearer to the front. She nodded her head in time with the music - it was really good. Most gigs she went to these days were really weak, they sucked. And she went to a lot of gigs. Sky noticed a lot of potential... for herself. I mean, they didn't have anyone on synths, and what band didn't need a little synth? She hadn't been in a band since... last time. She pushed further to the front. They were - hot. Like, seriously cute. All of them. Dreamboys and girls. Amazing. Not that looks were important, it was all about the music, sure, sure. But it couldn't hurt to be super hot in an industry like this.

Sky moved to the rhythm, including her head, arms, legs, torso. Everything was moving. Sky digged the vibes.