A real performer knew how to roll with the punches and improvise. So when the song suddenly seemed to change at the last minute, there was only a flicker of hesitation before Morgana's strings followed suit. What had been an epic jam session had suddenly turned into a therapy session for a complete stranger.

The spotlight's heat suddenly felt ten times as hot. Where had this come from? She was there to entertain, to be heard, not to help -

Except. Well. Hadn't that been the whole reason she picked up a guitar in the first place, when she was even younger than this kid? To help others be heard, the way rock had helped her find her voice?

She knew nothing about Mal - not even the girl's name - and now was expected to give answers Morgana herself was questioning. Since this was a dream, maybe it was her subconscious being less "sub" and more trying to whack her upside the head. Somewhere she could sense Darkwing being adorably smug about this turn of events.

Maybe it was time for the age-old adage that all entertainers knew, one that applied to real life just as often as it did the stage. No matter what choices you made, life would still move on - it was how you move that made the difference. In other words...

The Show Must Go On.