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Anastasia O'hare

I'm just a pretty face

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a character in “A Part of Growing Up”, as played by lolamarie26

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{"I’m a wild child, bright child knockin’ at your door. You thought you were done but you want me even more". }




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|Full Name|
”A-na-stah-see-uh, not A-na-stay-zee-uh”
Anastasia Magnolia O'hare

|Nickname|
”Please call me Stasi
| Stasi {Common} | Stas { Friends} |Stasi Baby {Stage Name} |Stacy {Dislikes} | Nana {Close Friends } | Ana {Her Brother } |

|Birthday|
September 9, 1991

|Age|
Twenty-four

|Nationality|
American

|Ethnicity|
| Italian { 25%} | Russian {5%} | Greek {20%} | Irish {50%} |

|Occupation|
Dancer at HUB

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual | Biromantic

|Apartment Number|
Apartment 4D

|Hometown|




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{"Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled". }




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|Quirks & Habits|
| Bites the ends of her pencils | Licks her lips when she's nervous | Constantly messes with her hair | Gets restless easily | Steals food off of people's plates | Pouts when she doesn't get her way | Overly affectionate | Requires constant attention | Walks around the apartment half naked | Indiscreet | Consistently smells like vanilla and cherries | Carries cherry suckers everywhere | Has to be forced to cut her hair |

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘Making people feel comfortable and at ease around her. Stasi can easily make you feel like you've known her for years. She's very easy to talk to and quite charming when she wants to be. ⚘
⚘Making people feel uncomfortable. She can , on the flip side, make you feel alert and vulnerable. Stasi knows how to use her sexuality as a weapon and she's quite comfortable doing so. Especially if you get too close emotionally. ⚘
⚘Dancing. Despite the rumors that she's just some stripper, Stasi has been taking advanced level dance classes since she was seven. When she wasn't dancing she was playing the violin. ⚘
⚘Fashion. Stasi knows not only what looks good on her body but on others as well. She's a great person to go to for fashion advice. Be forewarned though, she is brutal.⚘

|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘People with a shy or sweet temperament. Stasi deals with abrasive overly bold people all day so she finds people who are sweet or shy to be a breath of fresh air. She absolutely adores them. However because of her temperament she finds they are often scared or intimidated by her. ⚘
⚘Self Conscious. You'd think she'd love having a body most people would kill for but Stasi's been busty since she was thirteen and she developed her butt when she was fifteen. When her friends were in training bra's she was shopping in Victoria's Secret. She had unwanted attention at a very young age and even though she acts super confident, it still makes her self conscious. ⚘
⚘Avoids getting close to people. Besides [FC Chace Crawford] Stasi hardly lets anyone get especially close to her. ⚘
⚘Conning people. Stasi has recently acquired a taste for getting people to buy things for her or do things for her by flirting with them. ⚘

|Hobbies|
| Dancing | Jogging | Working Out | Teaching Strip workout classes | Yoga | Discovering new eateries | Going on dates | Watching old disney movies | Is Cuddling a hobby? | Taking self defense classes |

|Fears|
ΓΈBeing attacked againΓΈ
ΓΈ[FC Chace Crawford] being the only person who will ever love herΓΈ
ΓΈRejection. Stasi keeps people at arms length because it’s easier to push away than to be pushed away.ΓΈ

|Secrets|
✀The attack. Only one person knows (PM me for ideas ) about the attack. Stasi didn't even tell [FC Chace Crawford]. She didn't want him to worry or make her quit her job, which she really loves. ✀
✀Stasi was a stripper at some point but stopped after the attack✀
✀Stasi is actually a child prodigy ✀
✀Let’s everyone think she’s a whore but she’s really not✀

|Goals/Dreams|
| To get married and start a family | To own her own workout studio | For her brother to fall in love and be happy |




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{"I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine". }




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|Personality|
”Every single day, I walk down the street”

Her whole life Stasi has turned heads. At a young age she discovered that people would do things for her just because she was attractive. However while most parents would encourage their children to rely or their wits, her parents taught her to rely on her charms. She was taught to use her charming disposition to her advantages. Once she hit puberty she took her talents to a new level. It was the way she talked with honeyed words that seemed to entrance people. She developed a smokey voice that resembles Jessica Rabbit so much that it’s uncanny. She walked with such confidence and just enough bounce that she almost seemed like a runway model. The way she could give you that small rewarding smile and you’d be wrapped around her little finger. Her beauty and charm became such a well crafted weapon that she forgot that she was actually special. In her mother’s eyes she was just a pawn.

”I hear people say β€˜baby so sweet’”

Despite her borderline overpowering presence, once you get around her and actually attempt to know her you realize that there is so much more than her. Stasi is a total sap, she cries at Disney movies and ASPCA commercials. She’s actually kind of a baby. She likes to feel protected and adored. Though her need for affection and attention borders on unhealthy. She doesn’t need it from everyone around her or anything and she doesn’t act like an attention whore. Rather she has a few select people that she clings to for dear life because in her eyes she can’t imagine life without them. This makes her an amazing and loyal friend but it makes her very aggressive to those deemed outsiders. She does not like to share the things she cares about.

Stas is actually very romantic. People are typically surprised by that but rather than be promiscuous Stas is a serial dater.She’s been dating ever since middle school and she’s been in more relationships than anyone she knows. She is in love with love and whenever she meets a guy she likes she automatically begins hoping he’s the one. However when she realizes he’s not she immediately drops him and continues her search. Granted, she won’t admit any of that. Stasi chooses to let them think she’s some whore even though she is not. Mainly because she doesn’t want to surround herself with anyone who makes assumptions anyways.

”Ever since puberty everybody stares at me”

Believe it or not she kind of wishes she didn’t look the way she does. It may seem like a cake walk but imagine having men in their thirties trying to seduce you when your fifteen. It’s because of that, that she is so drawn to more mild mannered men. Aggressive and cocky guys actually kind of scare her. She won’t show it but anytime some guy comes in the bar and flat out chases after her, it terrifies her. The same thing goes for friends as well. She’s easily spooked and once she doesn’t trust you, your kind of done in her books.

It’s not uncommon to see Stas in some new designer duds that one of her admirers bought her. She’s not actually doing anything for things though. She kind of just charms them and makes them feel special which is one of her best traits. When your around Stasi it’s like the biggest confidence booster you can get. She makes people feel so special and important without even trying. Stasi knows all of her friends favorite places, food, and interests. She knows what to do when their sad and exactly what they need when they need it. As a result people are drawn to her warmth.

”Boys girls I can’t help it baby”

She’s no angel by any stretch though. She walks around in clothes that aren’t provocative enough to make her slutty but show just enough curves and just enough skin that it makes you want more. She is never seen without her absolute best. Her hair is always flawless, her skin clear, her body toned. She was taught that her body was her best asset so she’s obsessed with keeping it as beautiful as she can. It’s not uncommon to hear her say she’d rather die young and leave a beautiful body than die old and unhappy. In her mind that’s what happiness it.

|Charming| |Loyal| |Perceptive| |Possessive| |Vain|


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| Cuddling | Affection | Attention | Cherry Suckers | Being provocative | Sweet/Shy people | Hugs | Kissing | Selfies | Being told she’s attractive | Working out | Boxing| Kick Boxing | The HUB | Tai Chi | Knowing she can protect herself | Feeling protected | Having Long Hair | Wearing extensions | Wearing makeup | Having big breasts | Anyone that can cook | Watching kid shows and cartoons | Walking around half naked | Night life | Getting her nails done | Feeling protected |


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| Having a big butt | When guys ogle her | Waiting in lines | Being stared at | Horror Movies | Mornings | People who don’t respect their bodies | When people assume she’s stupid | Matinee movies | Being rushed in the mornings | Abrasive Guys | When people assume her and her brother are sluts | Walking in on [FC Chace Crawford ] having sex | Having sex near mirrors | Perfectionists | Spoiled brats |



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{"Falling in love on stolen wine. Where did we go wrong my foolish child?". }



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|Family Tree|
Mother
Amaya Roshkov O’Hare

Father
Landon O’Hare

Brother
[FC Chace Crawford]

|Happiest Memory|
Every night her mother used to brush her hair. She’d hum and whisper, ”My beautiful Anastasia. The most beautiful baby I ever saw.” Stasi knew that her mother was simply gloating, not actually bonding with her, but she ignored that and relished in the simple action.

|Saddest Memory|
Not long after the attack Stasi returned to working at the HUB. One night she over heard her coworkers saying that the only thing girls like her were good for was a good time, that no man would marry a girl like her.





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{"Nobody knows it better than the girl in the corner with the scarlet letter". }





|History|

Little girls should always be told they are beautiful. When Anastasia O’Hare was born that was all she heard. Nobody ever told Stasi that she was smart or that she was kind. Stasi’s mom was always obsessed with images. She instilled this same drive in her only daughter. When the twins were born it was obvious that Maya had different expectations for her children. While [FC Chace Crawford] got to play with his friends, go to normal school, and be a normal child, Stasi went to a snobby prep school, spent most of her time in eloquence classes and ballet lessons. It wasn’t that Maya favored either of their children more than the other. Rather, if life was a game of Chess, Stasi was her Queen. She loved to rub her perfect little princess in their face all day.

You’d think that Stasi was showered with affection her whole life but it was quite the opposite. Though Stasi became an almost obsession of her mother, Maya hardly ever even hugged her child. The closest thing she received to affection was her mother brushing her hair every night. Her father loved her but he was a strong full bred Irish man and wasn’t an affectionate person by nature. This caused Stasi to look for affection in other places. Stasi bounced from boyfriend to boyfriend throughout her life. At the age of thirteen Stasi wore a B Cup and by fifteen she was a D Cup. She attracted more grown men than young boys. They’d hoot and holler at her when she walked down the street and often she got hit on anywhere she went. Didn’t take long for her to learn that she could use her body to get anything she wanted. While she’s never been every promiscuous she did always seem to have some boy trailing behind her. Soon she got a name for herself. Jilted ex boyfriends made nasty rumors about her and their jealous girlfriends were no help. Slut, whore, and bitch started to follow her everywhere she went. Pair that with her brothers very active sexual activity and you get the terrible twosome.

When Stasi turned twenty-one she asked her brother to move to L.A. with her. She always got great grades, she had to in order to keep her scholarship, so she easily got into one of the famous party schools. As soon as she graduated she and her brother moved in together. Rather than get a normal job Stasi started dancing at HUB. She liked feeling wild and seductive. On the days she wasn’t at HUB she started moonlighting at a strip club just for some extra cash. She would have kept stripping had she not been attacked.

Over a period of at least a month Stasi noticed this one creepy guy who seemed to pop up wherever she was. Stasi ignored it at first but soon he started approaching her. He’d have these creepy conversations and stare downs. Something was obviously off but she knew that id she did anything about it everyone would know she was a stripper. One night when she was coming home somebody grabbed her from behind. She screamed but he kept telling her ”Calm down baby it’s just me,” like he was her boyfriend or something. She bit his lip as hard as she could when he tried to kiss her and that made him snap. He knocked her into a wall and started to grab her. She almost gave up hope when one of the guys who lived near her pulled him off. She scrambled away as he scared the guy off. Stasi quit stripping the next week. She stopped bringing guys home as well. Though that never seemed to stop the neighbors from getting the wrong idea about her.
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{"Guys fall at you feet, buy you stuff, help you cheat". }





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{"Honey what'cha waitin' for?". }




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❣Hex Code: #ab2856❣
❣Call me lola❣
❣Feel free to pm me for ideas❣

So begins...

Anastasia O'hare's Story

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude OtΓ‘vio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA



[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]

β€œYou've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”


β•š ╝



A meteor shower!

That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.


As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Jude OtΓ‘vio Palmeiro Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ Last of the American Girls ]

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"

β•š ╝






Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small cafΓ© in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.

Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.

"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this cafΓ© anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.

She didn't have a project or anything lined up.

She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the cafΓ©, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.

So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.







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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA

[ It's Time ]

"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"

β•š ╝






Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.

"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.

"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.

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Character Portrait: Nicholas Yamada Character Portrait: Naomi Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen Character Portrait: Dinny Valverde Character Portrait: Amanda Weaver Character Portrait: Hokuikekai Palakiko Character Portrait: Anastasia O'hare Character Portrait: Chantal Cunningham Character Portrait: Evangeline Babineaux Character Portrait: Lennon Olsen Character Portrait: August Montgomery Character Portrait: Calvin O'Hare Character Portrait: Genevieve Barnaby Character Portrait: Nathaniel James Burke Character Portrait: Nessa Burrows
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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.

Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!

His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.

Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.

~ Later that same day ~

Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.

He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.

After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.

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❝"She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae West❞

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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.

Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.

She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-

A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.

Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.