TOB01
RECEIPT AS OF: 10/03/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: MAROCCHINO
RECEIPT FILED AS: TOB-01
So, this is the “Ballast” Nabby was talking about. It’s nice! I mean, yeah, we should probably find a way to shut it down and stuff, but I do have a gig here, and I’d hate to disappoint. Or, well, I hope I still have a gig. I did miss all of our rehearsals, but it’s not like I need them anyway. I’ve just gotta find my gilly-girly Lexie and see if I’m still part of the band. I’m sure she’ll love hearing all about the Spire and the Labyrinth. And, hey, if I find Lexie and, I’m sure I’ll find Nabby, and he’ll know what’s up with this whole never-ending night, whatever.
Also, I’ve noticed there are a lot fewer Canadians in this club. I mean, there were a few tourists in the Seven Sins Soiree, but I could still count them on my fingers. Here, it seems like at least three-fourths of the people here are tourists! Did Mistress literally just pick a place at random for the Ballast? According to Red Eye, no one new has shown up to the club yet besides them. I’m sure, eventually, the club will expand and grab some more people, but why start with so many tourists when this is supposed to be one of her nightclubs of the Necropolis?
Maybe Lexie or Nabby knows. Or, hey, maybe my other bandmates know something. I haven’t even met them yet! Mr. Hamelin and Mr. Rilke, right? I hope they aren’t too peeved about my no-show, but it wasn’t really my fault anyway. Oh! I think I see them over near the stage. I see Lexie, at least, and two very sparkly glam rock guys. Oh god, are we supposed to be like a glam rock band? I guess I can live with that… I was hoping we’d be more punk rock. Eh, a little glitter and sequins never hurt anyone.