Phoenix of course was at the concert once Prometheus’s Flame was all closed up. She had pretty much danced wildly throughout the whole thing, even on the slow parts. And she had generally run the gamut of Bad White People Dances mostly just because she could. Some of the dances hadn’t really gone well with the slightly short plaid skirt and the rather flesh revealing tank top that said ‘Zombie Food’ on it in fake blood.
All was going well and she had gotten hypnotized by the fast movements of her stripy tights. That is, it was going well until she sort of smacked into a girl with orangey-carrot hair (which Phoenix was slightly jealous of the natural color). It seemed to be slow motion as the girl fell backwards and she reached forwards to try and catch her accidental bumper car. Slow motion seemed to be right as the girl landed on her rear end and Phoenix winced visibly though she kept her hands extended downwards to offer a hand up. “Oh my gosh!” she half shouted, “Are you okay? Do I need to get something for your derrière? I can fetch ice or a doctor or an ice cream although that wouldn’t be very good for your backside as you can’t eat that way...”