Kaitlyn must be hiding in the audience somewhere, or backstage. She has a marked fondness for using her magic to inflate her girlfriend's assets at the most inopportune times...>.>
I can't thank you enough for doing this. It looks dreadfully spiffy! The perspective is fantastic, and Wicke's expression of frustrated embarrassment is simply priceless. I love how you depicted her huge, floppy mohawk, and the touches of green in her eyes, eyebrows and lipstick are a very nice touch. Of course, the colossal, chord-cramping casabas are decidedly delightful as well. I'm still amazed that you were able to anticipate Wicke's nipple-piercings without me saying anything, even though none of the references gave any real hint of their existence. Who knew all those years of drawing bosoms would give you remarkably specialized psychic powers?
Poor Wicke. She certainly looks to be having a devil of a time reaching those strings, but her dedication to her art - and her own innate, mule-like stubbornness - compels her to press on. The show must go on, after all.
On the upside, the band probably just gained a whole buttload of new fans.