You still don't know your way around Prospit very well, having only been a handful of times, so by the time you manage to find the correct theater, Zurahe's show has been over for several minutes. It probably didn't help that once she started singing, her image on practically every screen on Prospit, you stood transfixed for more time than you would likely admit. Thankfully, once you actually started looking, a few Prospitans managed to give you excellent directions; without them, you likely would have never found where she was.
So here you stand in front of the door to the studio she was performing in, and, after taking a deep breath, you knock. After all, it wouldn't be polite to just barge into a lady's room without permission, even if it wasn't really her room, and was instead some kind of music broadcasting studio thing? Bah, details. Besides, the last time you met on Prospit, you kind of crawled into her bedroom through the window. It couldn't hurt to start being more polite.
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So here you stand in front of the door to the studio she was performing in, and, after taking a deep breath, you knock. After all, it wouldn't be polite to just barge into a lady's room without permission, even if it wasn't really her room, and was instead some kind of music broadcasting studio thing? Bah, details. Besides, the last time you met on Prospit, you kind of crawled into her bedroom through the window. It couldn't hurt to start being more polite.