With the show officially over, Diana flitted and flirted with the crowd only long enough to take a bow. She'd planned to stick around a little longer, but something was nagging at her. And some Malkavian instinct told her that it was better to get out.

Backstage, she changed hurriedly into her street clothes and said goodnight to the other girls, before slipping her guitar strap over her shoulder and heading out the stage door.

So much for her night off, she thought somewhat wistfully as she pushed the door open with her hip. She'd been looking forward to going dancing. But Diana knew better than to question her instincts right now. Things were just too dangerous.