Shinda was dressed in her usual gothic lolita fashion. She jumped on stage and her eyes glowed red as she sang this song:

Lana walked into the club, humming so low, that nobody could hear.

Shinda hopped off the stage and grinned at Lana. "Hey there!"

Lana stopped humming abruptly. "Hello." She said, flashing a quick smile, careful not to reveal her fangs.

"I'm Shinda! You're pretty!" She smiled sweetly at the girl.

"Thank you. Shinda? You mean like...dead?" Lana asked, looking the girl over, "You aren't dead...are you?"

"Well, that depends on what you mean by dead," she answered simply.

Lana sniffed the air. This girl is no normal mortal, she thought, Gotta be careful. "Like, should be in a grave crawling with worms dead." Lana chuckled.

"Then no, I'm not dead. I'm alive."

"Thats good. Death is tragic. And you seem nice," Lana said smiling again.

"Nice? Me?" Shinda shrugged. "Okay, then. And death isn't tragic."

"You seem nice. And how so?" Lana asked.

"Things aren't always what they seem. Death is beautiful."

Lana shrugged. "Depends who's doing the dying," She said simpily.

"All death is beautiful. Everyone dies, so why not enjoy it?"