Zande was in the dressing room, putting the finishing touches on her makeup again. The first performance had made her sweat a lot. She liked to put it on herself in a human manner. It soothed her somehow before she went on stage.
It was also her habit before each concert to scan the minds of the crowd, and try to find those in need so that she could pick the songs most suited to healing and helping. It was important to her to seek the mood of the audience, listen for what they wanted to hear, their favorite ballads or the haunting new melodies she could produce.
She liked to know which people had come to more than one of her concerts, who had traveled long distances to see her perform. Sometimes after her shows she would seek out those who had traveled far or often to hear her sing and introduce herself to them and chat.
