[Fila looks forward to this event all year. There are no musicals near their small town—at the beginning of the line for serious trainers—and little of excite or interest otherwise. Malis came here with her, but the musicals don't fascinate her the way they do Fila and, before long, she found herself alone before the stage.
Well, relatively alone; the crowd presses excitedly on all sides as the music skirls about them and she feels threatened by the size of all of them. She squeezes her way out to one side, coming into open air near a beautiful woman with sharp eyes. Isn't she one of the Elite Four... ? Fila smiles politely at her, and clasps her hands together as she curtseys to hide their excited shaking.]
Aren't the musicals wonderful, m'am? They're my favourite event!
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Well, relatively alone; the crowd presses excitedly on all sides as the music skirls about them and she feels threatened by the size of all of them. She squeezes her way out to one side, coming into open air near a beautiful woman with sharp eyes. Isn't she one of the Elite Four... ? Fila smiles politely at her, and clasps her hands together as she curtseys to hide their excited shaking.]
Aren't the musicals wonderful, m'am? They're my favourite event!