Yaska strums her guitar, testing the sound.
“Wherever you are,” she adjusts volume, “are you dancin’ on the dance floor or drinking by the bar…”
Yaska had broken into NightRave earlier, dragged out the Marshalls, and set up outside.
“Tonight we do it big, and shining like stars and we don’t give a wahh~ cause that’s just who we are.”
This was a tactic. Yaska was hoping NightRave regulars would stop by, ask her where Chloe has been or even better, have any info on where she went.
*”And we are, we are we are, The crazy kids, them crazy kids,*
*”And we are, we are we are, The crazy kids we are the!*
“We are the crazy people!” *She smiled singing Kesha in her feminine British voice…