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|Date of Scene=2022/06/24
|Location=Parco della Musica - Rome, Italy
|Synopsis=Felicia ends up backstage at a Nick Drago concert.
|Cast of Characters=384,303
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Parco della Musica - Rome, Italy<br><br><br>Located in Rome, the aptly named Music Park is home to several musical venues in a park setting. Small (Sala Petrassi), medium (Sala Sinopoli), and large (Sala Santa Cecilia) concert halls fan around a shared lobby at the base. The odd shapes of the structures, sometimes nicknamed the beetles, provide some shelter for seats in the adjacent outdoor amphitheater (Cavea).<br><br>The park is very popular for music festivals where several acts can perform at the same time without disrupting the others because the unique separated design of the buildings provide ample sound-proofing.<br><br>There is an odd, additional feature of the park that accommodates for the ruins of a villa that was discovered during the building process along with a small museum that houses additional artifacts that were unearthed.<br><br>The park is one of the most visited music facilities in Europe.<br><br>While the Roman sky has long since gone dark by natural means, the artificial lighting in the music park grounds are more than enough to light the way for those making their leave but it is a lot less showy than the lighting effects that were used inside the large auditorium of Santa Cecilia. There were plenty of colors on display as Drago unleashed on the crowd. Plenty of blues, pinks, and purples, with a bit of yellows and oranges- Well, every color of the rainbow was likely used in the lighting at some point or time in the concert. So much more colorful than the drab bland white of the path lighting. <br><br>While people may be heading home. Nick lingers backstage. There's no chance of getting out of the area anytime soon. But the dressing area has a sofa and damn it. The rockstar is going to use it. <br><br>Sipping from a bottle of water, Nick heads down the back corridor.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Paying for a concert ticket in Italy is easier than she expected it to be. Finding it was a performer she already knew of made it much more enticing, and finding out the day of, is perfection. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia Hardy has decided to vacate her country of origin for a bit of 'me' time after some things started to get a bit dramatic for her lately. Which, drama in and of itself isn't a problem for the Thieving Avenger, the problem is still finding out who she wants to be within it all. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia finds herself in the middle of the crowd having paid, not through the nose, but a decent amount of change to get decent seats that weren't close enough to the mosh pit that she would have to deal with that. But somewhere she can really hear the sound of the band and savor the work of the musicians. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Getting backstage passes however... she wont talk about what she had to do to get behind the curtains, but she does wear a lanyard dangling before her chest with plastic cards saying she's allowed to be back here. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Asking around, she uses the extent of her Itallian to find out where the lead singer is going to be, and showing off her pass and a coy smile, the white haired woman tends to get places she shouldn't rather easily. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Felicia's usage of Italian and methods for obtaining information are quite effective. She is soon pointed out the corridor that leads to the dressing room. There appears to be three areas marked for dressing rooms. Two of which with a white board on the side with some freshly erased names upon it. The last one has a printed sign simply stating 'Drago' upon it. And the door is slowly closing shut. <br><br>Inside the dressing room, Nick takes one last swig of water before capping the bottle. Setting it down at a table, he sits down with a sigh. A hand reaches over to grab a makeup wipe.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping quickly, but quietly in her punkish themed black converse with neon pink instead of white shoes, Felicia puts her hand into the door frame before it shuts and then tries to slip in with a spin, opening the door only as much as she needs to. With a careful movement, she shuts the door quietly as can be, and then turns with her back to the door and smirks before stating. "I'd prefer if you kept the make up on." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Standing framed by the door is a curvy woman with a familiar shade of white hair, bobbing in flowing lazy curls down to her shoulders, over a new black t-shirt with Drago's logo over her right breast and the tour dates all across the back. She wears a pair of short jean shorts with tatters of fabric around her bare thighs. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Heya Nick."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The makeup wipe is dangerously close to the face but the sound of protest causes Nick to lower the wipe. Ah. Photo ops. Right. <br><br>The wipe is set on the table before Nick spins around in the seat. The move to his feet with the general grace and showmanship of the spellbinding performance earlier. "Hello-"<br><br>Wait. Is that-"<br><br>"Felicia?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Heya Nick." Felicia says, striking a little pose as her name is pronounced by the singer and she shows herself off for the audience of one. "Funny running into you here." The woman says with a smirk as she turns away from Mike and starts to inspect the green room with a curiosity rivalling that of a seven year old. Fingers touching everything, things getting over turned so she can look at the bottom of them, and slowly making a circle around the room. "That was a good set tonight."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick chuckles, watching Felica explore every inch of his temporary room. "I could say the same thing. But then again, this isn't the first time we've run into each other while traveling." <br><br>He turns his body as Felicia's travels puts her to the other side of the room. Observing her get her fill of the items inside. <br><br>The compliment does not go unnoticed. "Thank you." Nick replies, "I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself." His head tilts curiously, causing for the wild hair to bob slightly with the movement. "How long are you in the country for?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia pauses as she's in the middle of lifting up the bowl of skittles and looks at them curiously, "No ... red ones?" She asks teasingly, pointing with her free hand at the candies within before picking one up and popping it into her mouth. Bowl back down and Felicia is still scowering the room slowly until she's made her way around. "I'm all about enjoying myself, so of course I had to come see you." Felicia notes, curling some hair behind an ear before shrugging her shoulders within the black shirt. "Not sure yet. Had to get out of New York for a while and cool my head a bit, then I saw your band happened to be here and so." She extends her hands in a gesture to the room, "Here we are."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The bowl is looked at. "Tactic to make sure the venues read through the conditions paperwork." Nick explains, "And to kind of break the routine up a little. The red ones are bagged and coming back to the hotel with me." <br><br>Nick steps over to the bowl, grabbing a few pieces of the other flavored candies. "Well, you're welcome to hang out with me until the head is cooled enough."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, those lights look like they get pretty hot. And the fire works too. That would scare me the most." Felicia says, moving and spining to sit down on the couch. "Need a cool water or something?" The fangirl asks, even as she crosses one leg over the other and her arms spread wide across the back and armrest of the couch.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>To the mention of water, Nick turns around to grab his bottle off of the makeup table before turning back to Felicia. "I got one just after the show." With the removal of the stage makeup vetoed by the visiting fan, Nick is left to do part two of the post concert routine instead. <br><br>Nick sits down on the couch besides Felicia, setting the bottle down on the coffee table "Do you need any?" He asks, before popping a skittle into his mouth. He sits back in the seat, resting against the back.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"No no, I'm good. For now." Felicia says, raising an eyebrow in Mike's direction after he sits down beside her. She doesn't flinch or relocate her arms or feet, keeping them on the back of the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table away from Mike's water. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What do you like to do after a show?" She asks, curling her arm at the elbow so she can play with a finger in her hair while keeping an eye on the singer. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"It depends on the concert." Nick replies, glancing down to the remaining candies in hand. Deciding that the skittle selction in hand not sufficient, he scoots forward to grab a few more before sliding back. A bit further away from Felicia this time. "Nights like this, best I'll get is some quiet time in the dressing room until the crowd outside has died away. Get some drinks at the bar and get some sleep." He smiles, "I don't have anything booked tomorrow so it gives room to indulge a little."<br><br>Another candy is popped into his mouth.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia looks down to the bowl of candies again and then back to Mike finally and she squints her eyes before she starts to rise up from the sofa. "I see. I didn't mean to interrupt your relaxation then." The woman says, moving to step around the coffee table and walk to the door. "Enjoy your quiet time." <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh I wouldn't call you an interruption, Felicia." Nick states as she starts to get up after exchanging pleasantries, "I appreciate you stopping by to say 'hi' after the concert. Always good to see a familiar friendly face when away from home."<br><br>A brow raises, as something starts to register. Oh. <br><br>"Wait- Felicia. Nick hops up to his feet, giving an apologetic look, "I'm so sorry." <br><br>Nick glances to Felicia, giving a small smile, "I just realized what you came here for." Stepping over towards the woman. A hand rests upon the lanyard, lifting it up. The hands running along the length of the cord before the thumb rests upon the pass. He flips it over. <br><br>Click.<br><br>The sharpie in Nick's other hand moves quickly, signing it. Holding the pass up to allow it a chance to dry, he clicks the pen shut.<br><br>"Anything else you want signed?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia looks down at the man that suddenly seems to be a bit bolder than he's been, and she lifts an eyebrow with surprise and a hint of satisfaction. She starts to take a deep breath but it catches in her throat and she needs a moment to gather herself but then <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Click<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the stolen or borrowed pass is signed and left slapping against her shirt and belly beneath. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Felicia's face looks up to Mike's and a hand is lifted to his chest, fingers splaying against him and she pushes him backwards softly back onto the couch. "Not tonight Nick." She says and starts back towards the door again.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>When the pass falls down, Nick blinks as he feels Felicia's hand press against his chest. Pale eyes glance down to the splayed fingers and then to the light haired woman steering him back. <br><br>When the back of his lower legs hit the bottom of the couch and the knees bend to drop him into the seat. The sudden change in location, the direct manner in which he got there, and thoughts of -something else ends up triggering a reaction. Nick's chest rises as he takes a deep breath. <br><br>Nick is still as he watches Felicia make her leave. The dressing room is quiet once more for a few more seconds.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>"Oh."<br> <br>
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