Somewhere in Canada, Thursday FT

Envy's debut solo tour was several dates in, and going well. City after city, the crowds were big and enthusiastic, and even the merch sales were great. And that was just the business side of things. It was all unlike anything Envy had ever experienced. And she was thriving. It turned out attention was something she enjoyed. And yes, she'd known that since she'd first been in a band back at university, but it was a different thing when she wasn't just fronting a show but was the show. She felt at home on the stage.

And tonight was no different.

Post-show, she was backstage, getting ready to catch her ride to the hotel. Overseeing her assistant packing up her costumes and other gear. Basking in the afterglow.

It seemed like the time to call a certain someone back. They'd left things on poor terms last time, but not so bad that any continued weirdness was likely to ruin the post adrenaline rush feeling she was having right now.

So she put her phone to her ear.

[ooc: NFB, primarily for one but open for other texts/calls!]