Luci recognizes the voice, even if it's been months since last she heard it. How many times is she going to have this dream? Forced to watch the same show, over and over again, and be visited by Laura over and over again...?

She looks back-- everything is different, even the face. Her expression is... cooler, less lost and uncertain. And if her getup had looked just a little cheaper, Luci would have cracked a joke about Laura falling into the discount bin at Hot Topic for a 'look change'. But no, she's both the girl who cried the last time Luci had seen her and a stranger she can't take her eyes off of.

"Amaterasu," she nods faintly, tearing her attention away to watch the glowing performer again. "I forgot her name after I woke up last time we met.

"And you've changed, Laura," Luci lowers herself down to sit on the edge of the balcony, legs dangling over the edge. "My shows aren't like this--" she nods to Amaterasu. "I keep screaming, loud as I can, but what I want to happen never does. I see kids leaving, their faces completely stoic as they play Candy Crush or whatever-the-fuck, and I think... 'did you even hear me?'"

Luci turns back to Laura, and looks her up and down with a bland and tired expression. "I feel like my muse has stolen my fire, and you're wearing it like it was made for you-- not for me."