[ Unsurprisingly, there's no security at the theater, so he'll meet no trouble as he enters. Not to say trouble isn't brewing here... As he enters, he'll hear shouting on stage. ]

Where do you think you're going?! We haven't even been at this for an hour!

[ The others retort back at her, sharp and condescending - there's no love lost between this crew.
"If you had hadn't been so soft on that Darkwing Dork, we could have grabbed way more loot!"
"Yeah, we need to start working on the next big heist."
"I'm sure this town of full of suckers!"]

You... the MUSIC is supposed to come first, THEN the crimes! You can't just... what about our fans?

[ "WHAT fans?" One of them dryly mocks, which really seems to hurt Morgana, given the way her shoulders slump. They snort and laugh at her naivety before leaving her completely alone on the stage.

Morgana swallows thickly, then shakes her head. Their life of crime is supposed to be temporary! Just until they catch their big break! ... Eventually...

Hanging her head a bit, she's still determined to practice, even if her song is much more melancholy than metal. ]

I sense there's something in the wind,
That feels like tragedy's at hand...