"Alright, I'll be right back," she said giving him a questioning look. Mic shook her head and then she was gone. It didn't take her long to change into her outfit and grab the small CD player the woman from the store had sold to her for five dollars. She even ran a brush through her hair though she wouldn't put on make-up, even for Dustfinger. When she came back, it was obvious she was nervous but she practically ignored him in favor for checking the CD player, muttering about batteries.
Dustfinger raised his eyebrows when she returned, surprised at the change in her. She was dressed... very differently and he... he had never imagined her looking quite like that. With a warm tinge to his cheeks he moved back to find a place that was comfortable to sit, and sat for her.
He could see her anxiousness and he smiled, glad to know that he wasn't the only one that got that way before a show. The only feeling that chased those nerves away was the joy he felt when he began lighting the fires. He remained very quiet, watching her with patience as she prepared herself. He couldn't wait, but at least he could pretend he was patient.