Stephanie Shaw had never been to a rock concert before, so in all honesty, there was a slight feeling of nervousness. But then she considered all the insane things that had happened in her life, and that this might be a chance to simply relax and have some fun. Not to mention dress down to what would surely be a shocking extent for some of her friends (Brooke came to mind), but then again, she was intending to dance.

It was also nice to remind the world, that, yes, she had a navel piercing after all. And between jeans that were a little low and a shirt that was a little high, it was very clearly visible. All told though, she probably blended in well-enough with the crowd, as much as someone like her could.

She'd always stick out a little, for one reason or another, and it didn't bother her any.

The music was loud, extremely loud, and quite a bit heavier than the usual fair that Marcelo tried to foist onto her, but she liked the energy in the atmosphere. And it felt good to dance- formal dances were so often constrained. Here, all she needed to do was find the rhythm and her body would do the rest of the talking.

She did keep an eye out, however, for her friends. They should be arriving soon, or possibly had already arrived.