Police trouble
Next day.
It was almost like yesterday evening never happened.
Tristan was standing in a rented practice room, repeating the notes of his unreleased song with more vigor than he ever showed for the last week.
The recent victory over his attacker and, in some respect, Cuatro Angulos, tasted sweet on his mouth, and Tristan poured that feeling into his music.
It, and the Pop-star Points he got.
Last night, he had spent all his 3560 PP to increase his appearance to 250, music theory skill to 1280, guitar skill to 2095, acting to 1315, singing to 1857, and stage presence to 1223.
Spending all those points at once made Tristan feel especially fresh and energized. He looked extra handsome today, too, with every pore on his skin exuding an air of youthful appeal.
Tristan's heart danced on the guitar's strings, and it was a dance more powerful than a siren's song.