Envy had spent a good long while this morning just laying on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't even a post-sleep, waking up thing, because that wasn't the bed she'd slept in. She'd come from Toronto this morning. Early enough that she'd had some time to spend on just slumping down and processing. Just to get that out of her system in private.

Apparently she and Scott had hit an anniversary of some months (she'd already forgotten the exact number – eight?), and he'd been shocked when he'd realized she hadn't been keeping track of that kind of thing. It'd prompted him to wonder if he was 'the girl' in their relationship. Really, it was just that she had a lot on her mind these days, and she had a hard enough time keeping track of the time difference between Brazil and Canada without adding a largely insignificant counter for her relationship to the mix.

And that wasn't really what she was processing now, either. Nope, they'd played a show. Kid Chameleon, first official gig. Just a small one, just in a ratty student hangout. But it had been great. Really great. Envy had never really been in a situation like that before. An audience of two or three dozen people was bigger than what she'd ever had before. It was its own kind of intoxicating. So maybe this processing thing was the hangover, if that was the analogy. But, this was really better than a hangover. Much better.

And even now that she was in her office, getting to work on fielding emails and all manner of FPE related things, she set her phone to play the low-quality recording of the show quietly in the background. Maybe she just wanted to re-live it for a little while longer.

[ooc: NFB and open for all the usual. Some picnic SP imminent in my afternoon.]