meera had spent plenty of time at really nice parties, but nothing quite like this. she's pretty sure she's never been at a party with multiple grammy winners, for one, or even multiple ice sculptures — of which this party has four, by her count. ice sculptures. she hasn't even kept track of the number of grammy winners. one, two, three, four... finally: she spots another face that's awe-inspiring, but not for any reason that they hone the type of fame that meera's, honeydew's, fingertips are just now brushing. it's another one of them, on tour. and isn't the fact they're experiencing this all together enough to inspire awe in anyone? then again, inspiring anything in meera is hardly a difficult task. she rushes over, tipsy and overeager to connect. anyone on this journey with her is a friend in her book. " i've got an extra shot! " she'd been planning on shooting back both, but sharing is caring. " we've got to do it in honor of tomorrow. what should we do it to? to supernova? to us? to music, like, as a collective? " @supernovainfo
