Brooke sat on Aria's bed as Aria woofed down the chicken wrap. It was as though the moment she stopped and had a bite everything had turned on its axis. "That's what happens when you don't eat for days." Brooke chided with a smile. Aria took a sip of her ice tea and smiled at her friend.

"What do you want, Brooke?" Aria knew Brooke hadn't followed her to watch her eat. "I want you to watch a performance for me and tell me what you see and feel. That's how you artist interpret art, right? You feed off the emotions of a performance." Aria nodded and followed her into...