Another day, another demo. Nova had finally gotten her fill of exploration of the Hoenn region and it was time to get to work. With studio time booked and paid for, she was slated to sell her soul to the booth and microphone for a few hours before she was free to do what she pleased. Coincidentally, she had plans for the remainder of the night after work was finished. A week ago at a fundraiser, Nova had the pleasure of meeting Callan Young, Hoenn's premier music star. A conversation here, a photo there; and a meet-up was planned. The time and date were set and to say she was excited would be a bit of an understatement.

Seconds after the last of her vocals were laid for a track, the pinkette grabbed her belongings and made her way free of the music booth. Stopping only to look herself over in a passing mirror, Nova made sure her hair was styled to perfection all the while giving her ensemble another look over. Though a blanket of snow covered the ground, she had managed to purchase herself a perfect pair of warming tights to accompany the black skirt and leather boot combo. A white blouse and a small black leather jacket with fluffy black earmuffs covering her ears stepped out of the contest hall and peered about at the small flakes of frost that trickled down from the sky.

Don't fuck this up. "Sorry for the wait," she greets after locking sights with the man of the hour. Making her way over to him and closing the distance between them. "Hope you weren't waiting long." That wouldn't be the best look for her if he had been. Reaching into her pockets, Nove procures a pair of black gloves and slips them on, ready to brave the chill of winter for the remainder of the night. "Let's get going, don't wanna waste our time standin' and freezin' right?" Though, where exactly were they going?

Callan Young

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