Daniel Silverton
Musician with a Brain
A final cooing sigh left the barely parted lips pressed just centimeters from a small purple microphone dotted with gold, and just as the ending beats left the buttons and drops of the instruments behind her, the bar began their polite clapping and returned to their business. As the owner of the 'fine' cheap establishment gave his thanks, Daniel swung herself and her purple velvet suit behind her, walking out before the rest of the gang could even gather their instruments. This was the life. Sing, get paid, or dance and get paid more. Unfortunately, people always found her voice more tasteful for her dirt dotted looks on her face rather than something they'd find on the dance floor. It was fine, either way. Rock and electro swing had an interesting combination and not many people in the business of the combination couldn't truly complain all too much about what happened.
The outside air of Coruscant hit like a truck, icy and cold like a bad memory. With a small scowl on her face, her form quickly went to a personal transport and climbed in. She had informed the rest of the band just earlier that she wanted to be alone after this weak spot of luxury, so they didn't have anything to be bothered about. After climbing in the open doors and hearing the hiss of their shut, she made herself quickly comfortable as the pilot got the small ship ready for a tour around the upper limits of Coruscant traffic, something that strangely soothed the young singer's mind.
However, she wasn't only here for peace of mind. Sitting in the well rounded and well decorated room that served as a main relaxation chamber of sorts, she began to toy and fiddle with the main holoprojector in front of her, entering a few series of symbols into the panel that she had to remember times before as not to get any physical form of it into the wrong hands. Her clean form sat properly in the chair, such as someone would sit for an interview or a nervous court meeting, and she waited for the signal to reach it's destination to one of the Hutts of the scenery in the galaxy, and get through the security to allow her soon-to-be supplier a disturbing face-to-face conversation.
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